on a cold chilly evening we were sitting on bench in a park talking..she pouted and started complaining about how cold it is and how numb are her hands..i looked at her and said "let me grab them"...i clasped her hands in mine..she immediately looked at me with a shocked expression and said.."how'd you do that..how are your hands soo warm"..i just laughed at her sillines i said.."i never took them out my jacket because i knew you would be cold"..she smiled a bigggg smile i must add..and said.."do you know what wram hands signify..they signify loyalty"..i just laughed and said you are just making it up she poked her elbow and said "heyyyy it's not my fault you don't read many book"..i just said alright my majesty..
after 4 years while remembering the memories i sat on the same bench...i realised how right she was..warm hands did signify loyalty..and her hands were cold really cold...she faught with cancer alone and i was on the other hand enjoying our moment..she left without a bye or maybe she knew..saying goodbye to her will be impossible to me so she didn't gave me the chance for it...
