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Writer's picture: GurditGurdit

I don’t like going there. No, I don’t. I don’t like going to that place which has become the storehouse of our memories.

I would have loved if the visits had been irregular or none at all for that matter. At least that would have let some dust settle on the memories.

But, the regularity of the visits has just resulted in me cleaning on the dust everyday, reliving the days spent together and potentially miss you even more.

Yet, the memories seem to linger on and not fade away with time, with reliving and remembering it again and again and again.

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