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The Memories

"You love me."
"No , I don't." I said that to destroy the pride calmness of his tone.
 "I know you love me."
"No I don't." I said that to trample the confidence of his voice.
"You..love me..."
"I don't I don't I don't." I don't know why I said it thrice. As they teach in English Literature , perhaps , for emphasis...
...

"You love him."
"May be..." I couldn't crush the voice of Memories.
"No you love him."
"Yes yes... I ... love him." And the cruel laugh resonated the room.
"See now you love him." And the more it laughed and the more I cried...

Now memories were amazed. Tears were rolling down my eyes but I was laughing under them... I looked at the happy-sad faces of those memories. I shouted - Yes I love him. I have loved someone. I am in love. Yes it is love. And it is mine. Not his. Not anyone's. Its pure and its mine . I have discovered Love. And it came after Acceptance. And it will be followed by Patience and Wait. The memories now disappeared. The moment became eternal leaving a memory behind.
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