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ALMOST REMEMBER




Well he is a weird guy to begin with. Doing random stuffs, talking about the most unexpected of things at most unexpected of times. He woke up that night to the sound of thunder. Not because he was scared of it but because the thunder called out to him. He went up to the terrace and watched the sky. It was beautiful. He stared at the sky for some time and a fragment of memory came to his mind
     It was a thundering evening and he just had a fight, big fight with one of his closest friend. He had gone to his music class with a gloomy face and she had tried to cheer him up. No! he couldn’t remember her name or face but he just remembered that she was someone important to him. The thunder jolts him back from his stream of memory.
     He spent the whole day trying to remember who that person was. Maybe she…No she definitely was a part of the memory that had been blocked. He was restless the whole day. Soon it was evening and he had a habit of going out to meet his friends during that time of the day. He met with them, talked, smoked and drank some coffee.
     It was somewhere around 7PM. He was just sitting there, watching the kids play and checking out any cute or hot girls that passed along the alley. Then he caught a glimpse of someone familiar. Those curls, that movement, that dressing style…that body. “I’ll give you a gift later” those voices began to ring in his ears. His eye sight blurred and he spaced out, deep in his memory.
     It was a thundering evening. She loved thunder too. He admired her. But he was down that evening. Yes a feud. It was a continuation of the memory that the thunder had brought forth earlier. He remembered her dress-pink sweater with black spots and fuzzy hair, blue jeans and black sandal. They were- actually he was dropping her home. she then suddenly stopped, turned towards him, lifted his chin up, stared at his gloomy eyes and gave him a tight hug. Hell he could even remember her smell. But wait… what did she look like??? What was her name??
     As the memory began to fade away from him he heard a faint voice “I will be your pinch of hope” and he recognized that voice very well. It was her voice.
     His vision cleared and he was back to the present. “What happened to you for a second? You spaced out there” his friend asked him. “Nothing much…I almost remembered someone” was his answer.
-Seul Voyager

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