After a year of hanging around the edge of depression, he finally decided to visit the memory doctor.
‘Think of her’, they said. ‘It helps in the deletion process’
So he did.

He thought of her eyes and the way they lit up when she was excited.
How she would slap his arm playfully when he called her names.
How she would unconsciously readjust her hair while laughing.
He thought of all the silent conversations and her reassuring presence.
Finally he thought of the times she would fall asleep with her lips slightly parted.So carefree and serene that every worry in the world would melt away.

Next morning as the nurse helped him out of his bed, the smell of her perfume invoked a deep longing in his heart. He wished he knew why or for whom.


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