"Today, it’s the last time. Yes, I’ll never call him again."
She murmured after constantly rambling around her thoughts. She typed his number; something she had learned by heart. After several trials of typing-erasing-typing-erasing the number, she ultimately gathered some strength and pressed the key.
"Hello!"
“Hi”, he said after a few seconds, as if he couldn’t believe it was her.
"Can we meet today for some time?"
"Yes! Are you okie?"
"I am fine. When will u come?"
“15 minutes". He replied abruptly; excitedly, thoughtlessly.
"Okie, i ll be waiting"
She hung up before he could say anything more. Drenched in nervousness, she was breathing heavily, her foot constantly thumped the floor. It was after 8 months she heard his voice. She rehearsed what she wanted to say once again. The phone rang......
It was him.....
He said he was waiting outside. After quickly wrapping a maroon 'dupatta' around her neck, she looked into the mirror. Even in such a critical state of her senses, she wanted to look good.... He was the only guy she wanted to look the best for....He was the one she desired appreciation of.
Her mind had a million battling thoughts. However, it was important to decide which one makes sense to the world outside her. The revolting thoughts instantly stopped when she found him standing right in front of her.
She didn't know if she was happy, sad, angry, broken or what. Recollecting herself, she asked him if they could sit in his car. She came straight to the topic after settling down.
"Why have u done this," she asked.
"I don't know what else to do," he answered in the most humble way; in a powerless tenor.
For she believed him so much, she didn't want to hurt him with more questions. Rather inside her, she had no query; she only thought of going the world's way of posing questions. Such curiosity can give you either bitter answers or no answers at all. She realized it’s only good to give no damn to the questions and live the moment here with him. Perhaps the last one....
She was at peace with her state, her end; though sometimes heartache did tickle the fragile, always protected and pampered daddy’s girl. Else, it was a good feeling that she was once loved, and somewhere she knew she still was.
He switched on a CD to kill the weird silence. They talked about music... Their story was like a song; it had started this way. Now he is her favourite song and to her, it is an everlasting melody.
It was time to go, the final goodbye. For the first time that day, he looked deeply into her eyes. His small brown eyes looked helpless. She on the other hand was delighted for a reason unknown. She murmured him a goodbye and touched his hand to feel he was not a dream; that he really did exist.
Just when she opened the door to go out, she heard his mellow voice, “I love you”. The words made no difference to her. Had it even been the words of hatred coming from him, they would have failed to knock her already ripened emotions down.
She got down the car without saying a single extra word and decided not to look back. Just after getting out of that afterglow, she realized she didn't say what she actually had to.....She just closed her eyes and confessed it to the eternity instead.
"I feel I am you. Each second, I love you more."
