Sometimes you become so close to and invested in the dream you had once wanted to live with - that even when you have got a weak memory years later, when all distant reality seems to be fading away - you recall that dream with utmost clarity and all possible details as if it were a reality of just the other day!! No wonder she could almost feel the fabric of the brown shirt she had once seen him in, in a dream, years ago - corduroy feel, big camouflaging buttons, rolled up sleeves, crisscross light stubble growing wild wherever it wished and a pulse pattern within her she only feels when she recalls this ‘visual’..this must have happened - she convinced the 70 year amnesiac, herself! Or else - how could she remember all of those details and still feel the exacts of what she must have felt then - when she has hard time remembering her own name or even existence!! Guess that is why there has been not one definition of love ever - cz for some it is the aroma in the air, for others it is that time of the season, the place that witnessed something, the song that played in the background of a conversation....
The brown shirt with big camouflaged buttons!! Her definition of love was - “The brown shirt with big camouflaged buttons!!”..
Her pulse pattern matched axis-to-axis with those at the time of previous recollection of the same visual.. and lucky she..this time, the pattern eventually lovingly faded into straight infinite line..
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Shirin
PS - Introducing my alter ego / pen name / me from parallel universe / alternate reality - *drumrolls* SHIRIN 😬 #noClapsPlease
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