His last words

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Winter memories, those memories which make me shiver from time to time. The way an apple of my eye departed from this world and there was nothing I could do. A spray which consists his life is what
he left for me to preserve till d end...

Submitted: May 29, 2018

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The snow outside is making me remember if the way I met with the most horrible day in my life. I regret each time I look out at the snow. It was one of the winter morning with cold breeze which made us shiver from time to time . Inspire we filled our hands with snow and enjoyed winter like Holi, although now winter gives me the feeling of being responsible for someone's departure. Me and Steve were the best friends and every winter used to be our lucky charms with lots of gifts and fun. The field seemed to be painted white and we used to make snow balls as big as possible and dump at each other. Playing football was the most extraordinary thing we used to do. The trees without leaves wafted from time to time. Every morning we rambled down the snow, the long time chatting, sharing silly jokes, laughing like a maniac, making each other fool, playing with snow and the uncountable things we used to do. I still remember the day when we were busy giving shape to the snow man and suddenly Steve started panting. He fell down on the snow searching for something desperately in his pockets. I went near and shouted, "What's wrong with you? Are you alright? Do you need something?" I could hardly realise that he was not in the condition to answer and he never revealed that he was an asthma patient. He muttered "Dalida! I lost my spray! I was stunned on hearing what he said. I started scrambling here and there but I couldn't find it out. There was no one to help. I felt as if my nerves were warming me of the fact that I was losing something and I would regret till the end. It was almost thirty minutes that he was struggling on the snow and the temperature decreased and his conditions worsened. The snow didn't show any mercy. He grabbed my hands tight and I could see his tear-streaked face and our memories were rolling down his cheeks. The last words he spoke, "Winter! Winter! My favourite! Time passes, people goes but memories stays till the end." He grinned and slowly closed his eyes. "No!" I shouted but he was gone. My voice echoed in that deserted place. I looked up and lay stupefied when I found his spray being a part of the snow man's body. He used it to create it's noes. With that I burst into tears! His spray has got something written on it which says 'SD forever!' Memories are savoured in and I fear if those going lost in the snow. His voice is still audible, his tears are still visible and his memories are still rolling over the snow. His spray was a part of his life and now it's a part of my heart 'SD forever'....


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