Amit had a hundred thoughts running through his head
as he walked. Time was running short and his heart was pounding wildly. The
place they were supposed to meet was just around the corner, a quiet little
bookstore which was also a coffee shop. It was a nice warm Sunday afternoon and
the cool winter air felt crisp on his face. Everything seemed perfect, yet he
had this disquieting feeling...It had been five years since he had last seen
her, five long years and a lot had changed since then. She married first and he
followed suit two years later, it took him more than a decade to get over her
and sometimes he felt he was not quite over her, sometimes he is afraid that he
might never do. Amit wasn't unhappy with
the way things had worked out for him since they parted ways, in fact he was
quietly content with life but sometimes he missed the way his heart would beat
at the sound of her voice.
He wondered if she would still have the same effect
on him, after all these years... He was about a hundred feet away from his
destination when his thoughts started turning dark, in pursuit of the good
memories and feel good bit of the whole phase he seemed to have forgotten what
she had done to him and what he in turn had done to her. Love was visceral and violent,
it tears one apart quite literally, was he really walking into a disaster
again? After a great deal of struggle he had regained some stability in his
life, happily married and with a stable if somewhat boring job. He was
comfortable with his wife, their relationship was not really about pounding
hearts or mounting passion or rainbows or kisses in the rain but quiet warmth
that grew stronger over the years. Anyhow, these rosy bits are glorified in the
movies and novels; the only part people get right is the heartache part. Oh
boy! Some heartache! Love would leave you scarred for life, and there he was,
quite like an addict knocking on that door again....
He had reached the bookstore. The unique thing about
the place was the wall, it was made of glass. One could see the whole world
passing them by as they would sit with a book or a cup of coffee, stuck in the
moment. He sneaked a peek inside before going in and he saw her sitting by
herself, staring at her hands. She looked different and the same, curly brown
hair falling over her face...everything was melting in that one moment, all his
heartache and joy, pleasure and pain, he had to do was push open the door and
walk in up to her and in that one moment his life could change.....he placed
his hand on the brass knob sitting pretty on the wooden door, thinking, do I
walk in? Am I brave enough?
To be Continues.....
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To be Continues.....
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