Next day early in the morning, I was standing in front of Rihana’s grave with a bouquet of white flowers. I had got the answer to my question. I put the flowers on her grave.
“Forgive me, Rihana. I started hating you without knowing the truth. Now when I know the truth, I hate myself. You wanted me to become a big writer. One day I will become a big writer. That would be my tribute to you.
I did not know I will have to pay such a big price for loving you. If I had known, I would have gone far away from your life.”
I kept on talking… and she kept on listening without a response. If I had stayed there any longer, I would have cried.
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I used to love the first picture I had clicked of Rihana from my phone. I had given it to a photo studio to make a large poster, to hang in my room. I wanted her to always remain in front of me and keep reminding me about her unfulfilled dream.