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Of all the things I have lost, I miss him the most. Someone who I have half lost to reality, and the other half fulfills me in my dreams. I always believed time is the best healer. It is! Well…usually! And exception proves the rule, isn’t it?

Of all the fights I have fought, I fought with him the most. Someone who I hate so much one moment, and all it takes is just a look to melt. And get back to square one…as if nothing happened. I am an egoist! Well…people say so! But there are exceptions too…when your ego takes its power nap, isn’t it?

Of all the loves I have loved, I loved him the most. Someone who came in just like that, and stayed! Understood me more than anyone could, loved me in spite of myself, cared for and pampered me like a child, treated me like a matured being. It’s impossible to un-love him. Well…not that I try to un-love anybody. It doesn’t make any sense even to try, isn’t it?

Of all the cries that I cried, I cried in front of him the most. Someone who saw me in and out of love, the turmoil and the heart aches, the sleepless nights and the ‘nobody cares for me’ feeling. And held me tight in his arms as I cried my heart out…night after night! Hugs do make a difference, don’t they?

Of all the smiles I have smiled, I smiled with him the most. Someone who gave in to my whims of first day shows and midnight ice creams, and never complained when I had my mood swings. Who silently stood by watching as I was oblivious of him. But he existed, unnoticed; doesn’t that make all the difference?

Of all the dreams I have dreamt, I dreamt about him the most. Someone whose first question had a dream inbuilt, and helped me delve deep within my soul to dream a dream. Dream of things will be fine when reality stared to say it can’t. But dreams are what keep us going, isn’t it?

Of all the successes and failures I have experienced, I shared with him the most. Someone who has celebrated all my successes, and made me feel like a princess when I failed, just to make me feel I am the best even when I am at my worst. At the end of it I realized, successes and failures don’t count, you just need a reason to celebrate, isn’t it?

Of all the meals I have cooked, I fed him the most. Someone who has been a guinea pig to all my experiments, and stayed up nights to watch me cook at 2 in the morning. Well…I have metamorphosed to a good cook. But the Turkish cookery book still lies somewhere, unread. But all things in life need not be tried and tested, isn’t it?

Of all the walks I have walked, I walked with him the most. Someone who helped me create stories in the lanes and by-lanes of a city I love as we walked down together. It’s impossible to leave the city. Well…unless I am forced to! It’s difficult to burn a story that you have been writing painstakingly for years, isn’t it?

The fire might burn the story, but the warmth remains. Reality might change the face of ‘him’, but the ‘I’ remains.

Tattered, torn… memories remain!!