In the midst of the night, when the fireflies are thinking of going back to their den again, when the stars are feeling tired of being dimmed, when the whole city have worn the blanket of terrible cold along with its sleepy eyes- may be I am the only one whose eyes have forgotten to sleep. The last time when I saw you, you were standing in the last corner of that long corridor, looking down the road. Under the surface of indifference, your eyes were getting embarrassed of their hidden tears. As if they were trying really really hard to hold them back. As if the whole world is coming creeping towards you and you don’t even find a place to hide. Life neither resembles the novel, nor one’s imagination. May be the reality was quite different from my present nostalgia. It was just like another ordinary day. A very common day with common people, common gossiping, addafying, laughing and pochafying friends. My eyes were watching some cliché scenes of our everyday life. They couldn’t recognize the difference. They couldn’t understand the changes in you or in your eyes or in your trembling hands when you were taking the cup of tea. Donno why I still feel that you are here like you always were? Kishore kumar is singing in my head; where there was light, is darkness now/ he has come back as my tears again… Sufis always ask themselves - why the candle wants to be lit and be finished? Why the insects jump in the fire to die? May be to finish oneself for someone is another way to look at life! Zephyr, you came just as your name. Like a breeze, like the gentle wind. When our lives were scorching with the problems and mechanism, you came like the Greek god of west wind. Henceforth, we just forgot that we can’t hold the wind; you were just a momentary guest. You came and you went away. Zephyr, you always told that, when you will be gone, may be we will have some pain; but after some day we will forget everything and our lives will be moved on. But what I couldn’t tell you at that time is there is a slight difference between not remembering and forgetting. There are some things which we just forget. And there are some things which our memory doesn’t want to remember. Zephyr, if I call you selfish today, would it be wrong? If I accuse of being self-centered would it be wrong? Did you know that there won’t be a single day when we won’t try not to remember you anymore? Have you ever thought that we would still order five cups of tea instead of four? Eyes are too frozen to flow a tear. Someone is stabbing inside the heart. Now you are gone, even it feels like my shadow has gone with you. In the darkest nights I get scared that there will be a day when we will be used to with our efforts of not remembering you anymore. My bone marrow get chilled when I think that we will be drowned again in our artifice, fastidiousness and affectations just like other million, billion and trillion people surrounding us. There will be no one like you who will tell us to look through the glass of life darkly and deeply, to find the happiness in every trifling thing. The most uncouth moments which we spent with you have become the most precious moments of our life. And I know that we will creed for our entire life to get them again. And to forget you means to forget some of the most beautiful memories of our life. Do we dare to do that!! Since then, I have never seen our Zephyr again.