THE LOST SINGER [COMPLETED]

Still the Same

__DARSHAN__
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I opened the door.

Everything is there..as it is.
The room is very clean but the things are unused. My chair, my mic, my table, everything , even the smell, still the same.
I touched the chair, all the memories started coming back once again.
How I used to jam here, do scratch recordings, lives and spending time with others.

Hardil--"Don't worry..."

Hardil came unannounced..

Hardil--"your guitars are safe".

Me--"I didn't ask for it".

Hardil--"well, still.. you should know, since you weren't here for a long time".

I left the room and went to the balcony.

I can't believe nothing has changed.
I seems like the time doesn't flow in this place.
I sat on the swing , it felt great.

Me--"Papa kaha hai?"

Hardil--" actually we don't know, he left two days ago , only said that he will be back within a week".

Me--" mm."

Hardil--" He doesn't know that you are here. It will be a surprise for him".

I looked at the street. The lively evening is making me a bit nostalgic.

Hardil--"ye bracelet kaafi accha hai, from where did you get it?".

Yeah.. I almost forgot. I looked at the bracelet I her face popped before my eyes. She really wanted me to come back. Now I am back.