I know he would be here.
It's been a year visiting this place, I clearly remember three years back in the back of my mind. my eyes set on the horizon. The rays of the sun, even through the haze of pollution, lit up the crispness in the gloomy sky. The wind brushed against my face, and the rain started to fall lazily from the sky in an attempt to drench me, to keep me safe. I couldn't care less about the rain. All I could think about was the pain Samay should be going through now. A place where he used to call home was now just a piece of land burying his loved one. I kneeled next to the marble catacomb next to him, the color was stark, a bony among the titled and moldy gravestones planted in the cemetery for much longer.
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