Lost Essence

CHAPTER-4 And I started telling her my love saga.  "I still could go on hours describing Maya after these 5 long years. Partly because there is so much to tell about her and partly because while talking about her,I feel close to her." I said.            MAYA; a girl as simple that even on a first meet, u will feel as u know her for years but along with such layers and maturity intricated deep in her which u will acknowledge only if u are real close to her and have enough patience.            Generally she was like water,pour in any vessel and it will take the shape. But that doesn't mean she didn't have her own identity. She was an independent girl having a strong identity;yet flexible enough to adjust in every kind of scene.       You know, she was just like a flavor which easily gets mixed in a dish but also has its presence defined with a superiority making the dish special .                                              Maya always used to r

CHAPTER-3 As the plane rose in the air,I got lost in my dreamy world again. Yes, my little dreamy world where we never got seperated,where we are still together; fighting, cuddling,crying,cherishing every moment together.                         I was staring at my phone's wallpaper which was the picture of me and maya together. Suddenly,girl next to me said, "She's so pretty". I smiled in response.      "Hi,I am Kriti", she said.      "Myself Neel", I replied. I was not interested in any conversation, so I resumed back to myself. But she asked again, "who's She ?". She has such a earnest look in her eyes that i felt myself compelled to answer her.     "She is maya."    "Maya, who ? your girlfriend ?"     "No, my Life."    "You both look great together."   " Hmm, everyone used to say so."  "What you mean by ' used to' ?"  " W

CHAPTER-2 After going through all the formalities, I was sitting at the airport lounge waiting for my flight.  I checked a few stores,then went into the bookstore. The bookstore was a feast to the eyes of booklovers. So many books neatly stacked in shelves categorised under different genres.                    Maya would have loved it.She literally had an apetite for books. She was a bookworm in typical sense and never minded being called that.She used to say, "Books are my first Love." And God, how jealous i used to feel by that and how i used to argue with her at this several times. But then,her cute smile always managed to overcome that.                                                                                                                    On the other hand, I never had any such affinity for books. But I always loved watching Maya reading books under a tree or near the fountain in college campus.   People say, missing someone is hard ; but