His last birthday!

Spring or autumn, leaves bloom or fall,everything seemed to offer me immense happiness as long as we stayed together.
Harshest of weather, extremes of cold still felt quite romantic because the warmth from him was better than that of a jacket.
Monsoons were our all time favorite. It was during one such rain we had met and ever since it had been our favourite. Making hot chai together and sharing the same pakoras, singing and dancing without the umbrella in the rain used to be fun. Playing football in the mud had a entirely different feel. We never had the fear of catching cold interrupt us because the care and love we would get in return far surpassed everything else.

Unlike other days, I could feel my every breath tell his name and the the wind that blew speak of our love.

It was his birthday!
I returned from office as soon as possible to bake my special cake for him this time.
I had made his favorite Red velvet perfectly on time. His car honk from the end of the street would tell me of his coming.
Rushed out with excitement only to see my nerves coil and heart bleed. There was this truck that was over-speeding and it was much evident that the driver had lost control over it. My love, he was on his way back when both of them collided. My heart skipped it's beat and I ultimately had to be the witness to see this tragedy. The glass from the window broke and it pierced his skin. He had hit the glass with soo much force and now his blood was on the road. For every drop of blood that fell, I could feel my heart getting broken and myself becoming numb. My body froze with my eyes fixed on him. I wanted to be with him but my leg didn't cope up. It had turned ice cold as I could see his face being disfigured and blood being spilled. I don't remember anything that happened next.

It was his last birthday ever!

The wind no more sang the story of us being together but my heart knows that he will always live through me.

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