Aug 26, 2023
December comes knocking
December comes knocking on my heart, like walking up to my soul. The dwindled haze of stars penetrating through misty clouds is exactly how memories make a wobbly re - appearance to my torn heart.
Last benches in rustic frame, with two of my friends. We, considering ourselves the golden trio, joking about everything. For the first time I felt like I had friends. Forever - deemed friendship, long drawn evenings spent chatting... Cool hangouts, online all the time, and hours spent calling....
Wrapped in two rajais, just a single thought of friends and fun warming my heart would make me jump out of bed, without slippers, even if it felt like ice beneath my soles.
I thought only one thing - "FRIENDS".
It was perfect; December seemed to snow in Rajasthan, roads were suddenly clean, the desert was green and the world just seemed perfect, you know just like dew melting on the bright edge of a glinting sunbeam. That's the power friendship has got over you.
The giggles would turn to sobs
But the heart wouldn't accept goodbye
Because it just couldn't be the end, it could never end right? How could it? Why would it? Or perhaps I just never wanted it to end. I was hopeless all day, all night, all these years. The only thing that kept knocking on my heart was DECEMBER...
Nihu Rathore
Niharika likes to write about everything that seems too unfair to be unnoticed. She writes of everything that does justice, she feels, to her heart.
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