“Can we talk for a second”, I requested her while she was
exiting the university gate..
No. It’s impossible.
I just can’t write this story. It’s been two days, I’ve been
trying to write about the day that came a year ago and have been there,
effecting my each and every moment till today. I still don’t believe if it happened.
There’s still a ray of hope, in spite of knowing, it’s over. I shut the laptop
harder than it was expecting and strand into her hair dispersed over her
shoulder.
I still remember how her color turned pale encountering me.
How I was hesitant saying all that I wanted to say from very first day I saw her.
I can still feel her glowing face under sunshine. We had a brief discussion
about how I felt about her and how she was bound to follow the norms and
restrictions imposed by the society, that weren’t in my favor at all. Sigh.
I open the laptop again to put those moments into black and
white. No, I can’t. May be I should stop writing, stop thinking and destroy my fantasy
world that I have been weaving carefully, placing you beside me at each and
every knot.
My thoughts are scattered. I should stop typing. (closes the
laptop)
