"Mom please, i don't wanna leave muscat, all my friends are here in muscat, what will we do there in goa ? Mom please don't force me to leave.. I wanna live here only" i said crying badly trying to convince mom to not leave muscat..

Mom's eyes were getting filled with tears as well..

She is the only woman , the only person who understands me better than anyone else..

But this time mom had to do that reluctantly..

Ever since dad passed away things became worse for me & mom to survive in a city like muscat..

Mom cupped my face between her palms & said "my dear, we have to leave, all our family is there in goa,we need them, we miss your dad, we need our family, they r our backbone now, we have to leave, you better convince yourself to start a new life there in goa, you will make new friends there, you will meet new people, your cousins, our relatives"

I just looked into mom's partially red eyes which were hiding lots of pain, despair in them, she was trying hard not to cry..

i was sobing..

I couldn't say no to mom..i agreed to leave muscat..

The only thing i did before leaving the place was running to my mate next door. That boy who lived next door was my only friend..i cried badly. He wiped my tears & promised me he will never forget me, he will mail me every weekend, he will come to visit me every month...

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Promises are a bunch of words who escape our mouth but never really come true..!!

Only the gigantic sound of the waves were to be heard..the beach was deserted..my thoughts , my memories were swallowing my soul..

The mild breeze blew through my hair making them cover all over my face...

I still remember the conversation i had on the day of leaving muscat..how badly i cried, how my heart beat was stopping at the thought of leaving muscat , leaving him behind, leaving my childhood behind, leaving my junior school behind where had i met him, leaving those childhood days, childhood memories behind..

A tear drop made it's way down my cheek..

Sitting alone with memories always end up leaving me in tears,

It's hard to get over him..

I looked at the photograph in my hand..two 12 year old kids standing together..

I miss the smiles...

I miss him..

Only the sea & darkness of these nights know how hard it is to love someone..

The person i love may not know about it ever..

The sound of the waves witnessed my pains, my sorrows..

Whenever i sit here, watching the sun kissing the horizon making the sky blush with tinted red colour calms me down..

I envy them..

Everyday i watch how they end up with whom they love

And here I'm sitting on the beach, staring at an old photograph, recollecting memories from my childhood, still holding on to my same old love,and crying over my fate, crying over the distances, the distant memories...

It was getting dark as the sun got immersed in the horizon..

I wiped my tears, put the photograph back in my backpack & got up to leave..

This is how my night starts, and twilight ends watching his photograph listening to the sound of the waves

And everyday when i leave i start missing him more than the previous day, i start loving him more & even more..

But with the increase in my feelings there arises another question "does he remember me ?

And the question that hurts me " does he love me the way i love him ? Will i ever get a chance to meet him again & tell him how badly i have faller for him ?

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