He was seeing a dream at dawn , he often does, a dream of a pair of eyes, deep green doe shaped ones , full of innocence , but capable to sink anyone who wants to measure the depth of those eyes, an innocent heart of an angel , filled with love, care and compassion for dear ones, the memory of a soft and pure delicate flower of paradise flashed from the deepest corner of his heart seemed like coming from another age. this is the nicest dream in his life.
Even after the dream ended , Parth kept his eyes closed, not letting go the cherished memory off his head, but every good thing had an end. after a false effort , the drowsiness too wiped away from his eyes, compelling him opening his eyes at last.

" Subha were you in real or just a dream of my life? where did you disappear? were you a mere human? or an angel who ascended from heaven in the morning of my youth to teach me lesson of love? even after so many years your memory creates a sense of a peace within me" murmured Parth and then he smiled , whenever her name comes in his thought his lips automatically parts in a grin , her innocence is alive in his smile.

Parth didn't leave his bed, for innumerable times he had told himself that like any other girls he was in relation with she too surely had settled down and is raising own family by now, but still in subconscious perhaps his heart is not ready to accept.

"Subha" Parth clutched his pillow tightly , and was lost into the remembrance of a sweet mistake of his life

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"I wish through the lance of my camera i could click inner self of people not only outer world" She thinks while washing some photographs.

its late night , and she was working in her darkroom , she has an exhibition on very next day , so her eyes were devoid of sleep , no matters how many exhibition she had done , how many awards she had own , she is always devoted to every single commitment , Subhakshi Chauhan has not become a brand name in world of photography in one day. Through her camera a whole new world gets alive to viewers, beauty in ugliness, softness in harsh reality , humanity in cruelty can be created with her magical click.
Still she thinks herself far from success , her camera yet can't read the face. It fails to tell how a person from inside.
She closed her eyes, a pair of hazel eyes flashed , why whenever she thinks of reading a person's inside , reminiscence of someone gets alive? so many years have been passed but still every bit about him is fresh in her heart.

"what was true form of Parth? will i ever be able to get answer?"
She sighs and comes to mirror again.

She looked at herself . She still looks like as young as college student or even can be said a high school student with an oval shaped face, pinkish complexion , silky hair , rose petal like lips , soft smooth skin as butter , deep green doe shaped eyes , pointed nose and chin , perfectly curved body with 5 feet 6 inches height , her admirers are not less in number in obvious reason. But she is not ready to let anyone come in her life.

"i had no control on my life then when he had entered, but now its my life and i can't give priority to anyone else than me" she talked to the mirror again.
"Subhakshi Chauhan is only love for herself , none can take that place" she announced.
but in very next moment she got lost
"although i have stopped trying to remove Parth's memory from my heart, its in erasable" she leaves for bed