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It was a different time when i had no knowledge of love. Those days when you used to wake up in the middle of the night just to remind me it was almost morning and i should now go to bed.Everyday, you just waited for me at the bus stop to pick me and then we would hold hands and go back home.Days were different when we had those fairy tale stories before going to sleep.The only time i could retain things when you used to teach me. It was your words that made everything easy for me to learn. It was you who showed confidence and hope that one day i would do good. But it was all years ago, and things had turned in pretty different ways. I realised you now had wooden stick for everyday support. I realised we all had to make extra efforts for making you remember everything, to show hope that there were many more years of you with us and you had always been doing good in your life. These things made relevance only when you held my hands so tightly for the first and the very last time and looked into my eyes with same hope of seeing me succeed in coming years.That day,we had a real heart to heart conversation were you said nothing and i understood everything of yours.But only thing i could think was that this time,17 years of bond was losing its grip, as if he held my hand only to tell me that he was leaving. He did't say a word and i slowly could feel his hands turning pale and cold against mine. From then on,i look at the sky everyday trying to connect his face through the constellations covered with polluted city clouds.