On a Monday morning, after having bunked office through a fake stomach upset, he sits to write an email to his girlfriend. He wants to confess whatever he is feeling at that point of time.
He writes, “My dear, I cannot bear the pain of staying without you anymore. Days and nights just trickle away in boredom, melancholy and in a fit of depression. I seem to be waiting endlessly for you. I count days when you and I would be together, forever, when there would be no distractions around us, nobody to expect any duties and responsibilities from you except myself. I remember those moments that we spent together, when there was nothing left between the two of us, except love, trust and goodwill. The physical distance between us is driving the hell out of me, forcing me to say things that I would not even think of saying normally.
There is no strength left in me right now. Concentration in work has become as rare as an illuminating moonshine on a new-moon day. Eyelashes do not touch each other at night; I keep staring into the unknown. Every now and then, misunderstandings and petty issues seem to spoil the romance around us. When calm sets in, I realize that all harsh words that had spawned between us were for no reason. We love each other much more intensely than anybody must have ever done. Still, your harsh words sting me harder than a bee would. Tears do not flow out. They seem to have dried up too, when I require them the most.
In times of such distress, all hopes, that I have had the courage to gather all this while, shed like dry leaves in winter. People stamp over those day after day; ignoring my screeching whine of pain. Mutual trust and respect seem to have been lost forever. Self-confidence seems to be at an all time low. I feel like never going back to you again, never loving you again, and never exchanging sweet nothings with you again, but cannot do those either. We are one soul after all.
As time heals the pain of those wounds, we become lovebirds again; promises begin to flow again, just as in the times when we were together. We become totally oblivious to what must have happened a couple of days back and try to make a new beginning. However, old bruises keep opening up, and a plethora of duties keep cropping up for you, blocking the flourish of our unhindered and uninhibited bandwagon of love. I eagerly keep waiting for that elusive expressway, which we would reach after we unite, which would be without any major obstacles, and on which our bandwagon would cruise at 100 kmph. The odd speed breaker would fall in between, but for that, we need not stop ourselves dead still, do we?”
On the same day, after lunch, his girlfriend logs on to the net, and sees his email alert first up. She reads the email intensely, understands its implications and his feelings completely, but does not provide any immediate response. May be, she wants her silence to speak for herself. May be she is lost for words, may be she has begun to love him more than ever before. May be her eyes are wet with tears. May be she still has some duties left to perform……
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