It is a Thursday….
a year has passed….
but it seems like yesterday….
when she was asked….
“How does it feel to be the one who survived?”
The question remained unanswered then….
and so, will it forever remain….
cause how does one feel being alive….
after having lost the most precious person of your life….
She is standing at that very place….
and they are discussing the same stories again.
They are always there in the blabbering race…
she smiles and wonders in vain.
Will they ever stop and think….
how could all this happen in just a wink….
with just one last look at Taj’s dome….
she turns around to go home….
She hopes she’ll not have the same dreams….
it was just yesterday it seems..
but a year has passed since that day….
this is a new Thursday..