She knocked the door quite sheepishly and the way she stepped in was another heart breaker. She is worried and precipitating in heat of summers. She sits quietly over the couch and rubbing her hand as if she recently submerged herself in water and moving up in curves to feel life within.
Life is strange ; it is strange because it has got all flavors and we are the toughest nuts who yell into pieces and seep down the floor to cash one beautiful moment out of everything and it doesn’t always disappoint us, it comes out with something as novice as her first smile of the day when sun spreads the shines.
This time it is a different situation and all my senses corresponding with each other to tell me it’s OK! Its OK we will help you move no matter how dingy is the road. But I hardly learn t to trust them. In fact trust anyone.
She looked up to tell us that in few hours she will be leaving and just last catharsis… last regrets as she spoke about them lightly… so lightly that I at least couldn’t hear .Because whatever she said seemed so meaningless at that time.
Good bye is the toughest part of the whole conversation. It gets tougher when you see tears in their eyes. And I cursed the moment when tears were once termed as crocodile’s one. They come through the eyes when something pricks the heart and it gallops inside till your tears washes away the corrosion within.
I am in age to feel good bye, to say good bye. Dramatic as it may seem good bye leaves a last hope that we will meet again somewhere on the highway so randomly as if bushes spur the tree when rain comes over so uneven. But I can surely tell you; this verdict feigns. It leaves you hollow for countless days and then suddenly new passages unwind the way. Finally your senses help you get through it but good byes create a strange void; a gap that cannot be filled but only crossed.