“I had a dream about Shekhar. I know he is dead in those waves from where there is no return. I saw him getting drowned. But the visions of him on my dreams makes me stay awake. This dream of mine, I see that we are always sitting in a café and I am fighting him and making him feel guilty. But he is not sorry about anything. Only a glimpse of him wants to say something but I am not letting him to say. This strings of visions are trying to make me believe he is alive somewhere I don’t know.”

Written for Masters of Writing Flash Fiction Challenge, week 11

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