History, Saputara, and We

That what has never happened is also a part of history.

"We were in Saputara 15 days ago and in 15 more days, I'll be leaving for Bangalore."

This is what I should have written in my diary exactly one year ago.

I never did.

We never went to Saputara.

I went to Bangalore.

Soon, there was no 'We'.

Saputara became the Neverland of my life.

That what has never happened is also a part of history.