25
minutes
She
did not come.
45
minutes
She
must have been stuck in a traffic jam.
60
minutes
Now
I am scared.
Ananya
was never late. She was always on time. I have been meeting her in this park
for the past six months and she has never been late. She would reach here by 8
PM and stay till 9 PM. She would not stay for a minute over 9 even if I pleaded
her. I fell on her feet too.Tough luck! Never worked. She said she had family
issues. I said that I understood. Honestly, I never did. She never gave me
her number. She said she did not have one. I never forced her into anything. I
loved her. I found solace in her. After a hectic day of work at
college, she was the only one that gave me happiness. Pure happiness! The sixty
minutes of time that I spent with her on this bench gave me the world of joy.
She was mine.
But
she did not come today. The next day. And the very next day.
I
could not take her off my mind. Her long black tresses, her big black eyes, her
expressions made me sigh. Where did she go? There was no way that I could get
to her. Did she realize that she was throwing me into a mess? I stopped going
to the college and sat in the park the whole day. May be she decided to come
early? She wouldn't even be able to contact me. I thought of all the moments I
spent with her. She always dressed in light colours. I saw her mostly in white
and pink. She loved pink. She always laughed loudly, and always smiled. She
reserved a special smile for me. It made me go crazy. She was mine.
Days
turned into weeks, weeks turned into some more weeks, and no, they did not turn
into months. I wouldn't let that happen, would I? I vaguely remembered the name
of the locality she stayed. She said many times that it was her favourite
place. I wasted no time. I got into my car and reached her locality. It took me
an odd thirty minutes. It did not take much time for me to recognize her house. The
name plate on a house showed her surname. I went in. After a few impatient
knocks, her servant opened the door. I asked for Ananya, he took me to a room
which had her parents in it. Her mom looked like an older version of Ananya. I understood where her good looks have come from.
"Aunty,
I am Ananya's friend. Can I talk to her for a while?" I wanted to see her. I was desperate.
"Since when have you been her friend?” she eyed me warily.
"Umm,
six months."
"You
are joking. Aren't you?"
"Why
would I? She is not coming to the college every day. We were worried. Can I meet
her once?", her dad did not even look at me. Arrogance! :|
"Boy!
Are you out of your mind? Are you even at the right Ananya's place?"
"Are
you Mrs Malhotra?"
"Very
much I am."
"Then
I am at the right place. Call her. Please!"
"You make no sense at all. I suppose you were on a long break, and a very long one at that."
She
sighed and asked me to follow her. She took me to a room and showed me a
picture. I stood at my place and did not move a tiny bit. Aunty put a
piece of paper in my hand and left the room. No! This couldn't have happened. I
met her just three weeks ago. Tears welled in my eyes.
15th
April, 2008. Her death certificate was dated with this. It has been four years
now. And I could see her. My world was devastated. How could she die? I walked
out of her house dazed.
I
drove like a madman. Period. I saw her, I saw her. She was standing by the
park. The same special smile! And before I could stop her, I saw her vanish
into thin air in front of my eyes. It sent a chill down my spine.
It
all happened in seconds and I couldn't do anything. But I did not want to sulk
over it. She chose to show herself to me. Just me! I felt special. There was a
reason for everything and this girl made my life special. Indeed!
I
headed back home with a smile on my face. I was special. And she was mine.
I
still see her at times today. She doesn't talk to me. But whenever I am in
trouble, she appears. I know that she will be there for me. Forever!
Today,
I am fifty and it's my daughter Ananya's wedding. Nothing has changed. I
still see her.
