He was watching her face in
the light of the moon, sitting on the terrace opposite to her in the dark. How
long I waited for this moment and how much pain we endured to sit this way and
enjoy the night and the moon he said with little tears in his eyes. She got up from her seat walked behind him
and hugged him from behind with her hands surrounding his neck and cheek
caressing his cheek. He tried to kiss
her in that posture but he could hardly reach her lips. She bit his cheek and laughed. He played their favorite song in his
mobile. Hanging on his back she swung
like a little girl. He smiled and
euphoria flowed out from his eyes to wet her hands. Feeling the wetness, she tightened her hug
and kissed him on his cheek. He closed his eyes to feel her warmth and swung
with her to the rhythm of the song and to the song of her heart and to the joy
of her arms. The song reached its last
line and stopped with a mild music. He
opened his eyes to see the moon, the opposite seat, the night, the darkness and
the breeze that froze his tears. He
searched his neck to hold the hands that was around his neck; he could not
find. He turned to see where she has
gone and realized it was yet another mirage.
He fell down on the floor and watered the thirsty floor with his
tears. Lying flat on the floor, with
hands wide opened, he looked at the sky, dear
sky, moon, this night and the stars to this world it might be a mirage but for
you all, I knew, it is love. I take you
as the witness for what has happened.
Please go to her and whisper in her ears that I am waiting for her arms.
Next day;
It was a big railway
station with all epitomes of humans. He
stood on the foot over bridge which was little bigger and crowded to identify
him as someone standing there for hours.
I am near you, I am waiting for
you. Come to me he sent a text
message. For an hour there is no
reply. He looked at his mobile which is
slowly loosing its enthusiasm at one percentage in every twenty minutes. No the
phone beeped. He stood for another hour
knowing not on what to reply and what will make her come out for him. He typed lines after lines and deleted. He does not want to bluff for he knows only
true words could bring her out. A mild
pain ran over his legs as he was stood there for hours on his tough shoes. He does not want to move but the same time he
wants to ease his pain. He sat on the
floor just like a beggar. He saw a board hanging opposite to him where he was sitting begging here is an offence.
Begging is prohibited in the railway station he smiled at the board
for he could be the only one who understood the meaning that lied between the
lines. Probably many like me might have sat here for their love he
thought.
A couple passed him. He saw his dream in their form. A little girl was in between them holding her
one hand of her mom’s and one hand of her dad’s. One among the couple in a regular interval
bent down to her and said something to her and giggled at each other. While getting down in the steps, the little
girl stopped and opened her hands to give an open option to her parents to lift
her to walk down the steps. Her mother
bent down to lift her up but she called daddy. He gave a naughty look at his wife and lifted
his girl. You… you… get lost both of you her mother showed her sweetest angry
on both of them. Tears ran down on his
cheeks looking at this scene. Will she understand if I text her what I saw
he thought but rejected his thoughts.
Plz go home, I will not come
His phone beeped again.
f
You
imbibed thousands of dreams in my heart and you know every beat of my heart is
a dream – Message sent
You
made me pregnant with the dreams of my intelligent girl and your naughty boy in
my heart. Now, know what you are doing
to me. You are doing an abortion to me.
– Message sent
I
know I made millions of mistake but this is not the punishment I deserve for
it. I want to live for you…. Message sent.
This
is over. Please, I beg you, go home. I
cannot come out. His phone beeped
with reply from her.
We
almost live our life virtually as husband and wife. We named my girl and your boy. Do you remember how did we name our boy? - Message sent
With
our common two letters of our name third letter from my name and last two
letters from the last two letters of your name – Message sent
He kept looking at her
mobile. He sat there for a longer
time. He looked at the board again “begging is prohibited in railway
station”. He walked out of the
station to the bus stop outside. Buses
passed, people walked passing him, few minutes he watched the drama around him
again the drama that ran inside his brain made him detach from the external
world. He sat there like a yogi waiting
for Goddess to appear before him. Hours
passed. He wondered if he has sat in the
same place for hours together. There is no time or space in love he
thought. Am I right in doing this, am I pushing her to do something which she
does not like? His thoughts ran
wild. Everything is fair in love and war his brain reminded him the
proverb to give him strength to sit for hours more.
It darkened. No reply from her. Let me
give her some peace, let me walk out of this place He thought but could not
do it. He bent down over his bag and
cried. He stood and walked back to the
station and sat on a metal chair. Why don't you come! Why don't you believe me! Why not me! Why
don't you give me a chance to live, to take care of you in my palms! He thought. He stood up dropped his bag on the chair and
walked to the edge of the platform. A
train horned from a longer distance for him to move away from the edge. He did not.
The train entered the station with little higher speed. Few yards away were the train he still didn’t
move away as he was deep in his thoughts.
Come back shouted a voice from
his behind. He was bought to his normal
insane condition and stepped back. He
walked back to take his bag. When he was
about to lift his bag a hand stopped him by pulling the bag down.
She was sitting in the next seat. He didn’t give any reaction.
What reaction is this? She asked
He didn’t reply
anything. He dropped on his knees. Buried his face on her lap and cried…
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