LOST

We go to places and meet people without realizing how they become an integral part of our lives at that point of time. We miss them, when they are not around, we seek them when we need to talk, hold onto them when we need to cry, but bad as it may sound, all of it just goes away like the blink of an eye. The inception of it all is when the extent of utter that we had to discuss just diminishes. Futility begins to show its face in our efforts to stop the very dawn of it. The jokes that we once shared become plain and the ring of their laughter stops ringing the bell in our own ears. That picture of them with which they were personified becomes foggy- we forget how it used to be when they smiled or how dire it used to be when they were gloomy or how evil it used to be with their tricks played. We forget those looks with which we associated ourselves. And just when we wondered that this was all it was about, a gushing wave of remorse pulled us inside the ocean of setbacks. We realize that we had misplaced that one treasure that was so dear to us, which we had used in our minds repeatedly so as to be aware of that one being- we realize that we have lost the words, that we have lost that voice with which we identified ourselves. Voice, that could till now undo every missed step and could revive every expression. Voice, which was till now the witness to that fold of extinction. Voice, which was now gone and hence an exemplary of the being that was now lost.