Currents

The currents of memories rushed within the river of thoughts. How time flew, it seemed like it was aeons back when they had met. It seemed like a foolish thing to do, dreaming of the past while trying to live the present. But she didn’t mind, as long as the dream revolved around them. Once, they had been together, living in each other’s arms, spending every second of every minute of everyday together. Every bought of laughter, every tear drop, every shred of insecurity and every fiery fume of anger. They shared everything, even themselves. But they had to split ways, because fate was too cruel. They left each other for the greater good, for others’ happiness. She thought of his warm embrace once again, and when she would somehow make it back to his arms. She made her way through the little valley, inching her way closer to him. The river would someday meet her sea.

Ananya.N.S©