PROLOGUE

"One year already passed Abhinash Sir !", I murmured while holding a cup of hot chocolate at  café IVY.

Whenever I come to Mussorie , i end up coming here.

This café acts like a ligature between those memories.

Sitting all alone lost in the charismatic surrounding I turned and  switched gazes between the album and beautiful cynosure site that made the café a renowned one among the tourist.

It's wednesday and it's less clamorous today

I needed a peaceful surrounding to think about it in insouciant and this was one of the best places where both emotions and thoughts go thoroughly with each other like a couple of penguins.

"REVERIE"

The album which i made myself, even the cover is edited by me.

The thought made me smile.

One year...!!! It took me one year.

"Should i give him ?"

This question I have been asking myself deliberately from the day i started making this album.

The stupid mind of mine was in dilemma.

The inner me shouted, " You promised, you will find him"

"You promised long way back that  once you find the person you like  , you won't let him go."

I replied to that inner voice, "What should i do give this album to him so that in future he can show them to his wife"

Inner voice : Why are you predicting that it will surely happen.

Me : I saw it . I saw his wife too. Even his daughter and my dreams always turned true.

Inner voice : If ever that dream will come true at least you won't regret it  . Your inner self will be pleased that you said whatever you were feeling and the thing you hate the most is chill of regret.

Me : Just to satisfy you, i should sacrifice my so called self respect.

You are forgetting that inner voice belongs to you.....!!!! Stupid it's you only.

See my thoughts are shouting at extreme within my head.

This album is supposed to be his birthday gift.

I am still caught between this fight of me and this so called inner voice of mine

I opened Reverie

I feel the same butterflies while going through this album that I felt when I saw the cake that I prepared for your previous birthday.

While going through Reverie that same motivational energy overpowers me forcing me that i should give this to him.

What should I do...!!!

I closed the album , after looking at the scribbling things that i wrote in all his pics.

"So much had happened", I sighed as I took a sip.