Trips down the stairs – Ferris Wheel

June 15, 2018

Recently noticed that I miss her in every beat of my heart and in every breath I take. Time passes but freezes on her memory. I remember each and every moment of our last meet. She sitting on that high back chair in the cafe and mocking me while sipping some green apple drink.

I feel her all around me, on every step on a stair I feel her feet next to mine and on every turn of stair her lips. In the mirror, she stands parallel to me, smiling sometimes, sometimes just happy inside.

I don’t call her now a days and let her be in her fairy world but I feel her present. I feel when she is cheerful and when the drop comes from her eyes. She shares my heart and own the most part of it. The picture of her sticking on my almirah with a fridge magnet keep reminding me the old her. I miss the old her and I am sure she misses that too.

I believe the phone will ring again with her ringtone and I will hear that name again, the name she used to call me and we take another trip down the stairs.

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Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. Although it’s form is that of an autobiography, it is not one. Space and time have been rearranged to suit the convenience of the story, and with the exception of public figures, any resemblance to persons living or dead is coincidental.



Abhishek Dudeja

Abhishek is the co-author of the Poetry Book "Rousing Cadence" which has been appreciated world wide. He is a graduate of engineering. He is an entrepreneur in motion. He is currently running his business venture "BIZDESIRE".

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