Till date, I have never been timely in meeting my girlfriend. It has lead to battles more collosal than certain civil wars and even a World War. But today was a special day. I could not afford to be late.
It would surely have wicked consequences. However, I woke up to find that I was about an hour late.
It wasn’t difficult visualizing the deadly image of my girl fuming at my punctuality. That resulted in me getting ready in super fast motion. If there was a competition between me and a road runner that day, I would have made mince meat and light work out of it.
I reached her place after hustling and bustling throught the traffic. I had a feeling that most men were late on that day, and were frantically rushing towards their girl’s place. But I was sure that my girl was going to forgive me. She wasn’t the one who would remain moody even after my apology.
I sat close to her, as she slept there peacefully. I was sure that she was mad at me. But her anger wouldn’t last long. She would understand that I was late, not by intention but by accident. For 10 long years, I have greeted her every single day, and on very few occassions have I mistakenly come early.
But today was very special. It is a day where I wanted to tell her how much I love her? How much I care for her? It was a day to express my unconditional love to her.
I took out the bouquet and placed it near her legs. I wanted to wake her up and hug her badly. But I didn’t want to disturb her and make her even more livid.
I just looked at her for 5 long minutes, stood up and moved away. I didn’t want to shed tears and wake her up. The last thing that I wanted is a drop of tear touching her legs.
I walked away, and after moving few metres away from her, glanced back and read the words engraved on her bed.
Jennifer Smith
1972-1999
RIP
I whispered to myself “Happy Valentine’s day sweetheart!. Take care. See you soon”. I would be back tomorrow. Hope I would not be late.
5 comments:
The usual great narration, better imagination and the metaphors are great - like the road runner thing. Touches to such a great extent that it reaches out till the tear glands instead of stopping at the heart ;). Good one. Please touch ppl's hearts with happy endings the next time.
I disagree with Nandha's comment about a "happy ending". I would have been disappointed if this had been just another sappy Love Story. You, Sanjay, are on your way to becoming the next Edgar Allen Poe. I LOVE this! And I love your writing! Keep up the good work!
Jennifer
you got me flowing with you there dude. Great writing. Looking forward to your next one :)
@Nandha... ll try touching with good endings. :)
@Jenny... I have no idea about the Author you were comparing me to. I guess i have a long way to go. :)
@Sanil... Thanks dude.. L keep posting stuff.. do read it. :)
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