Summer Memories of Her

Do you remember the lively girl who visited her Nana-Nani’s home every summer vacation?
The same girl, who came to your gully every year and stayed for around a month with her mother and her small brother, making you completely wacky around her in the month of Sun.

And you were the only one whom her Nana-Nani trusted for her ‘safety’ during playing. The trust you won by being good in studies, well mannered and taking their blessings every time you got 90+ in the annual results.
How deep do you have to dig in your childhood memories to remember that? I want you to dig a little more.
Do you remember her city’s name?
Do you remember her nickname?
Do you remember playing pakdam-pakdai with her?
Do you remember teasing her for her missing tooth?
Do you remember her birthday in June and the cake you got to eat?
Do you remember how you waited for her around the year?
Do you remember how you two mingled together in a bond which seems foolish yet sweet?
Do you remember when you sidelined your regular friends for eating mangoes with her in the afternoon?
Do you remember her long and curvy stories from her hometown and her telling that she really loves coming to Nana-Nani’s home just because of you, and obviously a couple of other reasons as well? :P
Can you smell her fragrance, and hear her chirpy voice?
Can you hear her calling your name?
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The last time you saw her was when both of you were in class 9, and then the mighty 10th and 12th came. She never visited her Nana-Nani’s home again, at least when you were at home. Puberty hadn’t hit you that hard, but as you think now, was it your dawn of love? Was it hers too?
Can you think of spending your whole life with her with a perception from 7–8 years in the past?
Will it work out?
Sure, it will. :P
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Ever wondered how she looks now?
What if you meet her on a train journey back to home, constantly thinking that you have met her somewhere? But you hesitated in asking, because who likes to get awkward in front of a stranger.
What if after deboarding the train, while traveling in the cycle-rickshaw back to the home you realize she was the same girl?
And you miss her now.
You just passed her Nana-Nani’s home and your house is just a few meters away.
But her Nana-Nani are dead now, and you got no way to contact her.
Even if you burn the midnight oil on Instagram to find her, will she even recognize you?
Will she even accept your follow request? Or more, even if she does, what if she doesn’t revert back to you in the same capacity as you do?
And yet you will remember her forever and maybe you are in love with her right now.
At least, I am.