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The night that was... Pratyusha Banerjee

Lying comfortably on my reclining chair, I look at the ceiling.
My eyes are still. As I lie still.
No I am not dead.I am alive! I am breathing.
My eyes are still... But my heart is pumping.

Lying comfortably on my reclining chair, what am I thinking!
My mind is blank. There are no thoughts.
Only silence!
The silence that is slowly...erasing my presence. is entering inside...
It holds my hand...from the chair as I arise...
I move to the shelf...pick a photograph of mine...
I see the star of television as she shine...
I hold it for a while...May be for the last time...I smile.

Another parents hugging me tight.
I kiss the frame whispering - "you will be all right"!

I move towards the big frame hanging from the wall.
Here is me holding hands of a tall.
Tall and handsome. Smiling wide.
A man who had so much inside.
So much to hide.
The love I used to see in the eyes of this deep.
Deep and True. Shining bright.
The love - that today is a frig…