Unwritten by Devlina Chakravarty.... Episode 2




Sucheta glanced at her watch impatiently; she had been waiting for him to show up for the last twenty minutes or so. She smiled suddenly remembering how she would make him wait years ago and he would wait patiently for her. She couldn't for a moment recall why they had broken up in the first place, it was such a long time ago...life hadn't been fair to them and she wanted to set things right. She had traveled all over India, trying to write about her journeys of discovery and exploration of remote exquisite places in the country...she had to leave years ago to try out her passion, her soul full of possibilities of the future and now that she had finished writing her first travel book she felt the ache of home sickness, of Amit...She smiled wistfully, remembering their courtship, their violent fights and passionate love making, her exuberance and his stillness, they were the perfect balance of energies....but ten years ago when she decided to leave him and their life together to follow her path of self discovery, the spell was broken, the perfect harmony destroyed....Often in the early years she felt she couldn't go on without him and thought of returning, but often enough she was too caught in the moment to think about him and time moved them to . She was not sure how things would go when she had called him up out of blue last week, what he would say...but he seemed the same, the calm half of her agitated self...Before letting him get too pragmatic, she impulsively asked him to meet her at their favourite haunt and to her surprise he agreed...so there she was waiting for him after such a long time, people say some things never change but sometimes they do....She felt herself losing in the poignant memories of their romance as she stared at her hands, the sunlight caught in her soft curly hair, her slightly bent head directing her gaze towards the wooden floor.

He still had his hand on the door knob, still struggling with his decision, his thoughts ran wild, why did she call him? why come back after so long? And there she sat pretty as a picture, unaware of his heartache, the storm inside him...Finally strengthening his resolve, he turned his back and started to walk away. A sudden desire to look back gripped him and he gave himself up to the feeling, slowly turning his head to look at her again...

Sucheta was feeling a little uneasy now, it was so unlike of Amit to make her wait that too for so long, she was worried that he may have changed his mind. A bitter feeling of loneliness and regret threatened to swallow her whole, were they really done? Did they not deserve one moment more of their long lost love? Her eyes were filling with hot tears as she looked around, finally catching a glimpse of him looking at her behind the glass...

In a rain swept night,
Blinded by thunder and light,
I decided I would try,
To win your heart again,
Hoping the rain would mask my pain....
Regret is a word which cannot be confused with hate,
The emotion though could run similar, such ironic fate,
The dream which ended could be much beloved,
The ending maybe bitter and in vain.
A world with such thin glass separating fiction and fact,
Has a glass dirty, smudged with dirt in fact,
The difference is a nuance,
A knowing glance.


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