Why thoughts travel years back in a second.....

BETWEEN THEM
Part 19

Shriya got an hour off for lunch....

She had got the big news today... She was to represent her firm for a textile baron the next month....

She was supposed to be ecstatic.... She was... And after calling up Chennai and informing dad, mom and Shradha.... she sat down for a cup of coffee from the coffee shop down the floor....

The coffee was fine... but had a lot of milk..... she never noticed it.....

Sitting alone in her cabin, in that big, black cushioned swivel chair.... she couldn't help turning herself to look out of the window.... At the mid afternoon skies... And mourn for herself....

Mourn for her lost love.... A love so beautiful that she felt it was too good to be anything true

There were no words in any language that could truly describe her feel about him.... No, rather about them....

And that was why she had been silent all along.... throughout the whole time....

And the numerous nights that she had spent crying within herself.... weeping for what they could have had but could not.....

He was too far out of reach..... It was like she was a ragged old doll waiting for the most liveliest child to come and pick her up, knowing full well that the kid would never want her.... as to the million other curly wonder dolls that existed.....

And she had no option of speaking out....

Somewhere within, she cried every moment she was not with him.... To share his joys...

But more than anything to be with him when he cried.... When this big wide world was going to hurt him and he could have no one beside him and all he would have then would be her.....

And she would be enough to make the whole world his.... With her love....

Bullshit!

Shradha always said that she could rather be a mother-figure to him than anything else.....

Maybe it was so.... There was something very naive about him that she knew needed her.... but he never seemed to want.....

Why can't the world realize that love that is real can do more wonders than anything else?

Because the world had failed to realize true love from others.... And had lost trust....

Someday, she would break her silence.... But then, she was worried if it will be of any use....


Krish....

He might never realize her emotions..... leave alone listen to her....

And that made her love him more......

And he was so so far away......

She had to see him in occasional dreams.... And that hurt her very deeply.....

Distances...

She had to let go someday..... Maybe when she would let go of herself....

She still could not get anything about him out from her mind.... She never wanted to....

He was safer in there..... In her mind.... In her heart.... Within her soul.....

With his smiles and gazes and his voice.....
Forever reverberating words that he had ever spoken.....
Forever small actions that he had ever done....
The movement of a hand...
The way he tried to drive his friends cycle, unsuccessfully...
The way he spoke about how he drove cars....
His craze for cars, games, space, stars, computers.....
His liking for green colored bags... navy green at that...
His way of writing his name at the right most corner of his books.... in as small a hand as he could write...
His way of being confident of himself at the right time....
His interests in debates, quizzes, drama....
His way of handling people....
His respect towards everyone.....
His craze for books.....
His nasty yet interesting way of reading the last few pages of a book standing by the library shelves.... lost in his own world of glistening imaginations.....
His crazy way of putting his hands in his pockets while walking......

And the lopsided smile with those sharp yet sensitive eyes that always seemed to look deep into you when he looked.....

Krish..... A five lettered miracle in her life......


Maybe miracles were meant to be dreams.... dreams that were unspeakable.... dreams that could give so much pain when you were meant to be happy.... just because those very dreams could not become reality....

Dreams that pained because they were not true... And they were not shared between hearts....
Because they were alone.... all alone in a place meant to be not alone....


As she drank the coffee, she never realized that the salty taste of it was from her own tears.....