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| Picture by Kamal Kiran! |
“Can I ask you something?
Anything.
Why is it every time we say goodnight, it feels like goodbye?”
― Lang Leav
The night was darker than usual, the lights at a distant were brighter than ever. Standing there, stealing sly glances at each other, they waited to fill their silence with words.
Amidst all the rush, the occasional breeze and the slight drizzle stirred their thoughts.
It was hard to say how long they waited for the cab. But the relief on their faces was obvious as they spotted it approaching them.
As they got into it, she waited for him to break the silence. And he did, with an awkward smile that refused to reach his eyes.
She took the cue, and let him entwine their fingers, and rested her head ever so lightly on his shoulder. Occupational hazards, he whined.
Regular bouts of fights, contradictions, and misunderstandings took a toll on their relationship. They did not let it affect their relationship though. He understood her retorts as she understood his silence.
She let it go but during their playful banter, she said, “You'd miss me when I am gone.”
Being a firm believer of ‘forever’, he asked her to refrain from all the absurd talk. Every conversation about staying apart was conveniently put aside. They were meant to be, he claimed.
Too delusional, and absorbed in each other, they failed to realize the most beautiful thing they shared would end that night.
He went home with his white shirt stained with her lipstick stains, and she with his aroma draped around her, not knowing it was their last ride together.
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Picture Courtesy: Kamal Kiran
