There was fun, there was laughter, there was innocent banter. June was the time. It had it all, the beautiful dawns, the warm sun, the light rains, and the breezy evenings. Sometimes everything that seems elusive appears in front of you. It happens once in a blue moon, but it does happen. June was it. Illusion, dream, or fantasy! Unreal or real, I don't know. It passed too fast for me to realize that it had come.
It was only when it passed that I realized how much I had enjoyed it. And then all I wanted was my June to return. But it didn't, it never will. Because it had gone, away from my reach. Only the memories remained. June had spoken to me, laughed with me, played with me. We had gone cycling occasionally. We had cooked together, and eaten the same food together. We had a very nice time together. Memories are embedded deep in my mind.
Do I miss June? Yes, of course. I want my June to return. But things can be never the same. Had July, August, September not happened, I would have fought for my June. I would have got it back also. But then July, August, September did come and then I realized maybe June happened for a reason. June may have been fun, but it paved the way for July, August, September and most importantly January. Now thinking back, I don't want to bring my June. I want to live my January, February, March, April...
January and February might not be cooking and cycling with me. But it sure is laughing, planning, playing, dreaming, singing and dancing with me...
(At times we tend to live in the past, forgetting that the present is more beautiful than the past.)
