Her mischievous behaviour makes me smile and bring me to the present. Her talks which are filled with laugh and child like moments. Talking to her and just listening to her makes my stresses go away. I never seen her sadness that much. I saw her aggression and exuberant. She loves dancing. She is kind. She’s beautiful. He would gently pull my hair again and again in mischief manner and would stand behind me. And when I turn around being troubled and about to compain him. He would see me and giggle. And his smile is saying that yes I did it. He would love to play with me and doing mischievous things around me. And then he would laugh on his behaviour seeing me that I’m pissed off from his childish behaviour. I know a very little about him. It’s just a faded memory of him. Whenever I try to recall his picture in my imagination only those moments I remember when he was around me being joyous and playful. That place from where I went out he will be there. He will be in those past moments that seems vivid and lively with bright sunshine. His laugh will be there. And I have captured those moments in my camera. That I can’t show beacuse in real I don’t have, but here just trying to make of his image from my faded memory.
All There Is Left Now Are Memories From A Happier Time
