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It was chilling cold outside, with tiny pieces of snow embracing the crust every second,
covering up anything and everything that belonged to the open spaces. Whites all around!
Snowfall is quite common here in the city of Nainital. It was the month of December. I was
in my room, fighting with the chill and trying to get myself warm by sipping some hot
coffee, when my eyes suddenly caught sight of one of my childhood photographs on the
corner of a wall, freshly brewing up some much old memories. I took off the photograph
from the wall, gently brushed off the little dust it had collected with the palms of my
sweater. The photograph was little on the fade side, but the memories not! They were still
fresh in my mind. It sends a jolt down my body to think of those days again. Down the
memory lane is never an easy journey for me, because all I have ever had is nothing but
pain. Her absence is the only constant thing that has been present from then till now. I’ve
been carrying this void for decades now and though not she, but this void has become a
part of me. I somewhere find her deep down this void!
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