And finally she said "Please don't call me anymore". Words stuck like a spike. So "NO MORE", indeed no more. A heavy burden accumulated over the time finds an instant release. The enormous Diasporas with the sacrilege meaning brought to an evident, but an abrupt end. It does not only bring a sense of relief but also numbness.
You wish now just if you could have anticipated it. It was there just hour-glass was missing. The instant gratification now will be remorse. You could have avoided it as you think that you are scrupulous enough for the deity. Many days have passed and still thoughts are wet with the sorrow that brings autumn rain. The profound joy which knows of your existence, still entices, but they always say "How long?" and the answer is "Not anymore".
A dark side exist within each of us, the failure to admit it, is not an acquittal. How long can you tryst with your words? One day words will surely fall back, and then you will just be succumbed to the abyss of thoughts, which will occult the venom inside you.
You remember when it rained, and she danced like no one is watching her. The drops over her eyes cast the shadows even beneath the sun. There was a minuscule auburn drop ready to fall off from her nose tip, you wish if you had been there to catch it. Even you could have identified the moist eyes, irrespective of the rain but "Not Anymore".
There was a sound close to the door, and the floor creaked. There was freshness in the air and that aroma of her was still there. You never told her about the silkiness of that thread around her neck. You were even afraid to touch it, they were jasmine or the lavender. It never occurred to you, that the lavender, does not exist anymore.
You remembered the dust trails which she left over your mind. You hear those echoes of laughter on the silliest and dumbest jokes. The adorableness for everything. She painstakingly listened to all the things accumulated in the mind and eventually she retorted to "NOT ANYMORE".
Will I live or die? OR I will live to die? "Not Anymore".
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