continues to rain interminably as I stand alone in that long abandoned
bus stand and wait. I brave the dark night, the haunting loneliness
and wait for her; as no living soul would ever do for a lost love.
Strange it might seem to be; but a promise is........ a promise.
I strain to look at beyond that corner of the road, but find no
sign of her, yet again. I look around. On the rain soaked floor,
my eyes catch sight of scattered pieces of what once used to be
my guitar. Still remain the bloodstains.
Continuing to shiver slightly, I wonder if it is due to the rain
or sheer nervousness. Saying goodbye to someone you love, one last
time is never that easy. May be she won't come even today.
But 'Hoping against
all hopes is such fun!', I smile sadly to myself. Then I sense her
presence; besides me, through me. Even with my eyes closed, I could
always know whenever she came near. Just as we both spent hours
together often without a single word between.
to come at last.” I convey curtly, without even turning to face
her. “You know, you were always pathetic at pretending. You must
be glad that I came.” Comes the usual well-rehearsed response.
“Must we always fight each time we meet?” “Oh, sure...Such a fantastic
way of greeting”.
Silence ensues, only to be interrupted by the splattering of raindrops.
I still dread the moment when I shall tell her the truth finally.
Hesitantly, I continue,” You know, as per our plan, I've been waiting
for you here thus everyday since August 13th.Then you suddenly choose
to meet me one day like this? What if I had not been waiting for
you for all these days?”
for a minute and then responds,” I know you'd be there for
me always. That's why.”
I continue,” You'll never know what happened on August 13th.
As per our plan, I waited for you. I kept waiting, until......”
“No need to complete. I know what happened.”
understand......We can never meet again. I waited for you
just to tell you goodbye, one last time.” I stop; the worst
is over. I won't ever regret anymore.
But after a
pause,she reverts back. “So, you thought that you'll be only
one who keeps own promise even after dying. I came to know
later. Someone betrayed us. On August 13th, as you waited
for me to come, they came in a rage and thrashed you with
your own guitar until you bled to death.”
“Means.......”,I stammer back.
“Can't you understand, my dear stupid?. Why do you think I
finally come up to meet you today after so many days of waiting?
Why do you think tonight till now both of us haven't even
moved our lips, yet conveyed exactly whatever we want to?
Why do you think none else but us only can see each other
now? I defied them and ended everything this evening.
We've left the
living far behind; their rules will never bind us again.”
I am shocked &
thrilled and for the first time that night, turn to look at her
face. She looks beautiful as ever, unearthly & ethereally. Hand
in hand, we walk away in the rain into darkness.
Nothing in the world
would ever come between us now, living or dead.
Story Teller Chidanand Biswal, I am 25 year
old and currently employed as a software engineer. Writing poems
and reading fiction is what I love most when I am not coding. 12th