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He walks towards her apartment. And stops at the gate. He isn't sure if this is right move. He knows that he behaves stupid when he is nervous. So decides to not do that. And he waits. He calls her up, but her phone is not reachable. He tries couple of more times. But it's not happening. He feels restless, should he just leave? And that's when he gets a SMS, she's on her way to the gate.

It's often the case that, the person you talk on WhatsApp and call, isn't same in the real world. And that's what he's worried. What if she finds him a nerd or weirdo, he's too tense. But somehow he holds everything together. And she walks out of the gate. And she smiles. And that makes him smile.

There's famous lyrics from a famous song, "Itfaaqon mein, laakhon mein, milte hai ajnabi " ( it  takes millions of coincidences to meet two strangers and connect - poor translation), and that's what is playing in his head while walking with her. And time starts to fly.

He has so many insecurities, and she seems to neglect all of them. It's as if she's got a sweet gold heart, when she's with him. They talk and talk, laugh and walk. She asks him so many questions, and he tries to answer all of them, just to keep the momentum going. He doesn't want to end this moment, and probably she too.

But like they say, the only bad thing about Good times is that they end, this moment ends as well. After sharing so many things, they go different ways, just to end the night, thinking about each other, more or less.

And then he wakes up, after almost a year, to check the phone. It's pretty much silent, as there's no early morning messages from her which she used to send when her night shift used to get over. There's no more shared posts on Instagram, and no new suggested songs on YouTube. 

He thinks about it, and smiles to himself, as he imagines, how crazy they were. It was as if they were with each other 24 hours a day without being together. And he thinks, how could he judged so wrong. Wasn't there a spark? Or was it just something he misunderstood? And if it was nothing, then why would destiny brought them together? 

Destiny, a weird fellow. He heard her name in cafeteria, and found her. In the world of weirdos, she talked to this strange stranger, why. Why did they have amazing time together every time, every place, be it office, be it a cafe, or be it a place under the stars. He just thinks that may be some questions would never be answered. 

And then he does, which he's been doing every morning for a while. He plays her favorite song, Photograph. And sings along. Every word of the song is now by hearted. And he lets himself feel the magic they had, at least for a while, just like a photograph, which captured their moment. 

Nothing more, nothing less.

And that's the only thing he has with her. Together. Forever.

A photograph.

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