To Momina...

 My Dear Friend,

                               Thoughts of you come after a slumberous night, when a part of me cross by classes; watching girls pair up to rejoice morning classes. You are remembered when whispers of friends make unnoticed noise in the class.

 I don't know if I remember you or yearn to relive that era where I was too confused about my life.Cherishing you in all your way was the only merit of my life.  Sometimes, I really feel a girl sitting under a distant tree of a huge playground. She must be thinking of how brutal life has been to her. 

 Time has past. Things are no more a mystery.I am free. A mother. A wife but not your friend anymore. I sometimes really wish for your texts, urging me to meet you.I want all that crazy things to do with you-Winter mornings, your coffee offers with tempting brownies and our warm friendship.

You have left your innocent half to me and I am nurturing it and hence, our friendship is becoming a pleasant reality. 

I miss us. I miss you.