"After you became a Memory".

Good evening, One night, the messages stopped without even pretending to care. Smiles became screenshots, and your voice learned to survive only inside my memory. I still open my phone like a wound I keep touching, hoping your name might appear but the screen only teaches me how absence feels. We once swore time could never break us, yet it quietly chose missed replies over promises that meant everything. So I wrote this not because I’m alone, but because I remember how your presence once saved me from loneliness, and how losing it left a silence that never heals. These are my last words to you. I never want to disturb your peace again. Bye nanna. Have a beautiful career. All the best. — Dharmaji cherry