Who are you now?

At random moments,
I think of you,
Once, when I was passing by in the train,
Once, when I heard Kashmir,
Once, when I read my horoscope compatibility
Once, when I took a walk by myself at eleven in the noon.
And so many I can’t just recollect right now.
And at those times, only at those times, I want to turn back time.
And live my memories once more, before life is done.

(We came to know each other a lifetimes worth in a few days. Then why do we cry when its time to part. We could be together, but it would just degrade, our love.)

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