//of memories and promises//⁣⁣
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And then just like that a wave of nostalgia hit me. Followed by a cooling sensation that took over. It felt as if I was walking the cobbled path, just out of the bustling Churchgate station, and making my way towards Flora Fountain. Then winding up to check out the Art galleries or head towards Colaba Causeway. I remembered how we would plod till we reached the Kitab Khana or Crawford market. The crazy shopping spree we went on. I remembered all our giggles and soulful chats. The smell of cosmetics, Theorbroma’s confectionery, the street food galore, and we always topped it off with Badshah’s Royal Flooda, didn’t we? ⁣⁣
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That was the toast to our friendship. That was a promise of forever. The laughs that would richochet and the hearts that would sparkle, always, of the trinity. I miss that. But I cherish the memories we made. ⁣⁣
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Promises are destined to be broken. ⁣
@book_gobbler⁣⁣
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