When I look back, to find happiness. (Read Caption) •When they say, They have loved me, I hear, But not anymore. 'Why you hate her?' My mother asks this to my father and he fizzles out like a soft drink, dispersing his words in every corner of the room, 'When have I not loved her! I have done everything for her, when it was the time.' And this is where I understood Why you want time to stop when you are in love, coz everything comes with a time limit and time flies taking the pages of history with her, where me and my father existed once, on a same page. But I still sometimes read it, coz the fragrance reminds me, that I have loved him too, once. • I open the box of memories, to look, Where they have lost that Love. Walking through the time, the distance between us grew up like our conversations, leaving the essence of my mother's touch on our forehead. Soon, I started missing us, when love saw a nightmare once. It was a March's night, and I made a choice, to go out and look for my moon. They restricted my age, and I kneeled down on my silence, wishing every night, shooting stars to fall for me and make me come true.
