Its that familiar time of the year again.. pujas and the following winter!
When evenings arrive sooner and calmer than summer afternoons.. when the little insects start to appear beside tubelights again.. when the air is filled with a pleasant smell of pujo happiness and mysticism!
Its a familiar nostalgia again.. when the apparent glittery evenings wud eventually fade into cold winter evenings. When past memories would all the more accompany you as you talk a walk down the same roads yet again..

Yesterday it all happened again.. and the pain was as fresh as ever!
Right in front of my eyes, the very sight i wanna forget and even forgive jus so that it wud let me go..
As usual, my headache has been back with renewed force.. and the more i try not to think, the more it effects me..
Unless i figure a way to not let myself get influenced by some people everytime, this pain won't stop.. there has to be some way i can turn to stone..