My Love For Her…!

Six years ago, on this same day i.e. 3rd Dec 2004 I wrote my first fiction and I had not put it on my blog so far. Here it is, unedited and as it was 6yrs ago...

It’s my love for her…

Train started to move … I was in it all alone in the 8 seater compartment, missing my home, home town, friends and her. The sounds of moving wheels and thunder were piercing into my ears. But her tone was still audible deep inside. Though it was not for the first time I was going away from my family & friends, it was the first time I was departing away from her!!

She had given me all love and respect, which probably I didn’t even deserve. Not even mulling over my betrayal at times, she used to fill my days with laughter and joy. I had not met anyone in my life who can be so much affectionate and loving. She was a real darling,

I had known her for last few weeks, but had got closer enough to miss her the most. Probably, it was because of those nights under full moon which we spent together; all alone. Might be because of her playing with my ears which I enjoyed, I missed her the most. Or was it because of the warmth of her hug, I wanted her? 

I had told my mom that I would not leave (or rather not leave her) but, she had not agreed saying it would be detrimental if I spend my time nonchalantly instead of attending my engineering classes.

I had known the fact that I had to live without her for years to come. “What if she is no more interested in me when I come back home?” was always on top of my mind. I just prayed the almighty everyday I got up that she be safe and hoped she would have the same affection and love for me.

I used to write letters addressing her each week, without realizing she would never reply. Is it because she had forgotten me or is it because she never received my letters?

….You’ll soon know.

Whenever I called up home, I would ask my mom about her. She had fallen sick and had a minor operation. I could not miss her anymore by staying away. I decided I’ll skip my semester exams and wanted to be along her side giving back whatever I owed. She was there waiting for me to come before she would breath her last. I saw her on the bed. She was stuck with ‘n’ needles piercing her tiny little hand. I kissed her on her hands, she was trying to hold me and keep me there; right there next to her. I could not control my tears before they ran on to fall on her eyes. She was trying to say something; she meant something when she held me tight. What was that?

Years have gone. When I sit unaccompanied today at the same park where she walked by my side and think of her, it’s still a mystery for me to realize what she meant on her last day.

I can only ask god, if there’s another life please make her a girl or make me a dog!!!

---Srik