It was early morning, when the
doorbell rang. Assuming it to be either the mail man or the milk man, I
stretched myself and rolled over to the other side. The eyelids were
shut and I could sense no sunlight reaching my eye. It couldn't be any mail man I assumed. Silence prevailed for a couple seconds and I assumed that I had imagined the doorbell in my dreams..
Grabbing the pillow next to me I proceeded to sleep through till hunger pangs broke my sleep, when the bell rang a second time, twice. Half awake, I tried to figure out on which direction the bedroom door was; where to remove the blanket and who could the nameless person ringing my bell at this hour be. My hair all untidy and disheveled, I heard the bell for the third time and the nature of ringing it certainly was impatient. Grabbing a shawl and tying my hair up in the messiest bun, I made my way to the door. The bell rang again when I turned the latch and…
Grabbing the pillow next to me I proceeded to sleep through till hunger pangs broke my sleep, when the bell rang a second time, twice. Half awake, I tried to figure out on which direction the bedroom door was; where to remove the blanket and who could the nameless person ringing my bell at this hour be. My hair all untidy and disheveled, I heard the bell for the third time and the nature of ringing it certainly was impatient. Grabbing a shawl and tying my hair up in the messiest bun, I made my way to the door. The bell rang again when I turned the latch and…
“What took you so long?”, he
asked.
“I was sleeping and you…
you-yo-y-you… what are you doing here?”
“I came back and… let me in at
least.”
“Oh yeah sure, come in.”, I said
stepping aside and unlocking the security door. He dragged in his trolleys and dumped his backpack on the
single sofa. The delicate lace cover over the handles crumbled to one side and
he threw himself on the three-seater.
“Your work got over so fast?”, I
asked.
“No but…”
“Oh just a three-day vacation to
chill out…”
“No… no honey…”
“It’s okay. It’s okay. I don’t
wanna talk about all that now. You freshen up, I’ll make you breakfast.”, I
started towards the kitchen.
“I know it’s not okay and I’m
really…”, he said aloud following after me through the narrow corridor to the
kitchen.
“Can we please not talk about
this?”, I said turning towards him.
“Listen…”
“Please!!!”, I insisted.
“Okay, if that makes you feel
better then…”
“Freshen up and I’ll arrange for some breakfast.”, I
cut him short again.
I went to the washroom beside the
guestroom and washed my face and tidied my hair into a proper ponytail. Kitchen
was just around the corner and I ransacked the refrigerator for some breakfast
goodies. He liked typical breakfast and no leftovers from the last night’s
dinner would do. There was none. There were no fruits either that I could make
him some fresh juice. I only had noodles and cold drinks and, baked chicken and
veggies left over from the night before. I could easily have that but not my
husband who was very particular only when it came to food. I couldn't go out to buy any breakfast goodies that time because no shops would be open, so I decided that serving him noodles and chicken would be the best idea.
"No breakfast goodies at home Rehan, you'll have to do with noodles and chicken now. But I promise that I'll go grocery shopping today and get everything and serve you perfect breakfast tomorrow."
"It's okay honey, anything will do.", he said, settling down on the chair and pulling it forward, "won't you join me?"
"There isn't enough food."
"You do have noodles and chicken and roasted veggies, you said. That'll be enough for the two of us."
"And the coke.", I added in a childlike manner.
"Yeah yeah sure. The coke.", he laughed.
"What do you wanna have then?", I asked sitting down across him.
"The chicken will be enough food for me. And you love noodles... and we can share the roasted veggies."
"Sounds fine. But I won't share the coke,there's only a bit left and..."
"Cool kiddo! I'm not asking for a share either.", he laughed.
"Oh good then."
We had our breakfast while he told me what a terribly uncomfortable journey it is from the States to India and how he hated jet lags. I suggested that he gets a good sleep after breakfast. By the time we finished breakfast he was as sleepy as the Chocolate-cream-soldier. He went off to bed and after doing the breakfast dishes I headed towards the market. The grocery shops were open, it was almost 6:30 a.m. and the vegetable sellers were also setting up their stalls. I hadn't asked him how long he was going to stay this time but even if it's for four days, it meant a great deal of cooking because he was a big foodie. I spent two hours picking up stuff and at the end landed up in a fix. However, I met my little companions- two sixteen year old twin brothers and they helped me with the bags. They had befriended me earlier that month and they were really like my own brothers, childish, innocent, helpful and funny.
Back home, I stuffed up the refrigerator with the goodies while he kept sleeping. For the next two days, even though he had all his foodie demands, he kept sleeping through mealtimes and eating away at odd hours. Having a person around with a jet lag is so difficult!
After almost two days of dealing with the hideous jet lag, he came to life and immediately the next morning he woke me up for a morning walk and also to have breakfast at some restaurant. I felt angry but nevertheless, a part of me wanted to spend time with him.
"No breakfast goodies at home Rehan, you'll have to do with noodles and chicken now. But I promise that I'll go grocery shopping today and get everything and serve you perfect breakfast tomorrow."
"It's okay honey, anything will do.", he said, settling down on the chair and pulling it forward, "won't you join me?"
"There isn't enough food."
"You do have noodles and chicken and roasted veggies, you said. That'll be enough for the two of us."
"And the coke.", I added in a childlike manner.
"Yeah yeah sure. The coke.", he laughed.
"What do you wanna have then?", I asked sitting down across him.
"The chicken will be enough food for me. And you love noodles... and we can share the roasted veggies."
"Sounds fine. But I won't share the coke,there's only a bit left and..."
"Cool kiddo! I'm not asking for a share either.", he laughed.
"Oh good then."
We had our breakfast while he told me what a terribly uncomfortable journey it is from the States to India and how he hated jet lags. I suggested that he gets a good sleep after breakfast. By the time we finished breakfast he was as sleepy as the Chocolate-cream-soldier. He went off to bed and after doing the breakfast dishes I headed towards the market. The grocery shops were open, it was almost 6:30 a.m. and the vegetable sellers were also setting up their stalls. I hadn't asked him how long he was going to stay this time but even if it's for four days, it meant a great deal of cooking because he was a big foodie. I spent two hours picking up stuff and at the end landed up in a fix. However, I met my little companions- two sixteen year old twin brothers and they helped me with the bags. They had befriended me earlier that month and they were really like my own brothers, childish, innocent, helpful and funny.
Back home, I stuffed up the refrigerator with the goodies while he kept sleeping. For the next two days, even though he had all his foodie demands, he kept sleeping through mealtimes and eating away at odd hours. Having a person around with a jet lag is so difficult!
After almost two days of dealing with the hideous jet lag, he came to life and immediately the next morning he woke me up for a morning walk and also to have breakfast at some restaurant. I felt angry but nevertheless, a part of me wanted to spend time with him.
We began to walk and I, not
knowing how long a walk that would be, had stuffed my pocket with chocolates
and decided to be friendly with him. Things might just workout and get better.
Who knows!
It was just 5:45 in the morning
and no breakfast place would be open before eight. ‘How stupid of him’, I thought. An hour had gone by but
it still was pretty early for any good breakfast places to be open. We didn’t
like roadside food. Although I remembered how we used to devour the roadside
tea when we were newly married and apparently in love.
I was hungry and my stomach
churned and I could figure out from his face and the way he walked that he was
hungry too. And also tired. We were pretty far from our apartment and almost near Town Park. I asked him if he wanted to sit down somewhere when
we were crossing the park where uncles and aunties went jogging every morning,
but no one lost any ounce of fat. He denied. Nevertheless, I wanted to sit
somewhere and have those chocolates.
“Please! Let’s sit. My legs are
tired.”
“Oh! Should’ve said that. Come.”,
he held me by the hand and led me in. We chose a bench away from curious aunties
and sat, with a noticeable and questionnable distance between us, given that we
were not dating but legally married. I offered him chocolates and he grabbed an
entire bar. Luckily I had another one and I started nibbling at it. We were
oddly silent until he broke it.
“Can we not sit nearer?”, he
asked.
“I guess we are in the perfect
position.”, I replied curtly. And the moments the words were out, I regretted.
I should’ve been more patient and respectful.
“If you’re comfortable then
okay.”, he looked away.
We were halfway through with our
respective chocolate bars when he decided that the entire bar would make him
full.
“So you want to leave the other
half in the wrapper?”, I asked him.
“No. I’ll finish. Don’t get
surprised. I know you would want to finish it and I’m going to keep you
company.”
“Oh no. No need.”
“I’m supposed to be with you and
support you. I’m your husband and it’s my duty. And, supporting the completion
of an entire chocolate bar in one go falls under one of my very important
duties.”
I laughed. He could be funny at
times. He joined me and we were reliving old times when we used to be good friends.
We completed our chocolates and booked a cab home. It was a long ride back home
with the office time traffic clogging the otherwise empty roads. Tired from the
short night’s sleep and a long walk, we fell asleep in the cab.
The car jolted to a hault and we
woke up. Our apartment was there a few steps away and I was comfortably leaning
on him with my head on his shoulder and his arm around mine. I sat up with a
jerk and looked at him perplexed.
“Had a nice sleep?”, he smiled at
me.
“I’m sorry.”, I mumbled.
“What? Why?”, he said getting off
the car, “How much?”, he asked the driver.
“No I mean…”
“200 bucks sir.”, the driver
said.
“What? 200? Are you kidding me?”,
I almost pounced on him.
“Okay okay Sanam. Calm down. 200
is fair given the traffic.”, he said handing the fare to the driver, “Come
let’s go upstairs and plan the rest of our day.”, he put his hand forward.
I understood he wanted me to take
it and I did. “Rest of our day?”, I said in questionning tone.
“Why yes! Don’t you want to spend
time with me while I’m here?”
“Of course.”, I smiled at him,
“how long are you going to be here by the way?”
“One whole week this time.”, he
said happily. I felt happy too. I had missed him in the past months and wanted
to be friends again. I knew I could never fall in love with him but we had been
great friends and I would love to have the old times back.
Back home, I wanted to stay and
tidy around a bit before leaving for a movie as he was planning to go to. I
hadn’t cleaned the house for the last one week and it was in a mess. We wore our shabbiest pair of trousers and tees and started cleaning. Rearranging the
stuffs were huge fun. We wanted to make the apartment look a bit different and
rearranged almost everything. There were some boxes stacked at the top of the cupboard in the guest room, which Rehan suggested maybe moved to the storeroom to make the guest room look neat and tidy. Strange enough, we hardly had guests over who would spend the night. And, old photos fell out of a box.
Rehan was pretty much old-school when it came to certain things like getting all the photos printed instead of being satisfied with the softcopy, and preserving the letters his parents had written to each other, old cassettes and also his childhood storybooks. He had my childhood stuff wrapped up safely in those boxes too. Memories were very important to him while I kept running away from them. They haunted me.
Rehan was pretty much old-school when it came to certain things like getting all the photos printed instead of being satisfied with the softcopy, and preserving the letters his parents had written to each other, old cassettes and also his childhood storybooks. He had my childhood stuff wrapped up safely in those boxes too. Memories were very important to him while I kept running away from them. They haunted me.
“The wedding photos!”, he
exclaimed joyously. I was a little surprised at his exhilaration. Maybe he is trying to make up for the gap he had created.
“Yeah. Sorry they fell off.”, I
said collecting them back.
“No no. Don’t put them back.
Let’s see them. We haven’t seen them in so long.”
“Really?”
“Yeah. It’ll be great! Let me
pour us some Whiskey.”, he said getting up.
“Umm Rehan, we’re out of drinks.”
“I’ll just go buy some then.”
“We really don’t need to drink
all the time. Let’s just see the pictures. Come sit.”
They were pretty pictures of two
really good looking people, dressed brilliantly, looking incredibly happy and
with their families and lots and lots of friends. That’s what wedding pictures
are about. It’s about preserving your wedding night forever. Inside the pile
of the wedding photos was a photo from the day when he had come to see me for
the first time at my place in the hills. It was a funny picture. We had just
met and were asked to pose for the photo and all we did was sit with a huge gap
in between and smile nervously at the camera.
The picture and the memory
attached to it got us cracking.
“You were such a shy kid back
then.”, he laughed.
“We had met for the first
time. I did open up after that. How can
you forget?”
“I haven’t. I remember every
moment spent with you.”
There goes another attempt, I smiled to myself.
“And you were also so nervous and
grumpy.”, he laughed, “grumpy kid!”, he pulled my hair teasingly.
“Dude, you’re twelve years elder
to me and I was scared of you.”
“What did you think? I was gonna
eat you alive after marriage?”,he laughed again.
“I had just had a bad break up
and we had just met and my parents were gonna marry me off to a stranger.”
“I’m a nice man, a bit old but
I’m pretty cool I guess.”
“I didn’t know that back then.
You were so elderly, I almost called you sir.”
“Almost? You actually called me
sir.”, he laughed heartily.
“No I didn’t.”
“Oh yes darling, you did.”, he
kept laughing.
“I was so silly!.”, I exclaimed
starting to laugh as well, “sorry about that.”
“It’s all cool. It was as funny
back then as it is now.”
“I didn’t judge you correctly at
first but you’re really cool given your age.”, I acknowledged.
“Hey! I’m twelve years older to
you but not in my sixties. Stop making me sound like an uncle kiddo!”, he
teased me.
“Stop calling me a kiddo then
first.”, I teased him back.
“Smart!”, he exclaimed.
“Always!”, I said naughtily.
I really appreciated him for
being such an open minded person. I remember that when I had confessed that I was
still in love with my ex lover, he had been mature enough to handle the
situation saying that he wasn’t in love either and we could just be two close
friends married to each other. That was the point I started opening up to him
and we had become good friends or to quote him “marriage buddies”.
Among the wedding photos, there were photos in
which we had romantically posed looking very much in love. It sparked an idea
in his mind.
“Hey Sanam, why don’t we frame
some of these photos and hang them around the house?”, he suggested.
Okay, don’t try harder. Or maybe you should. You were the one to have
left me alone.
“Are we in love or what
that’we’ll go hanging our pictures around the house?”
“Oh, we had a deal, I remember.
Sorry, my bad.”
“We’ll hang up our pictures when
we fall in love which I don’t think will happen.”, I laughed a little.
“True that. We’re just marriage
buddies.”, he laughed too.
That night we went out for dinner
and we had a scrumptious, most delicious dinner we’ve had in a long time. It wasn’t any heavily formal and aristocratic
three course meal but it was everything that we liked. We had a three cheese
barbecue pizza, Spaghetti Alfredo, sliced lamb in oyster sauce and
herb-crusted chicken. We were so engrossed in photos that afternoon that we had
forgotten to have lunch and so had set off to have an early dinner at 8:00 that
evening. By 10 o’clock, we finished everything and decided to go back home.
Outside the restaurant, there was
an ice cream stall and I couldn’t resist the urge to have one. We had skipped
dessert so ice cream would be perfect. It was anyway much better than having a
caramel parfait or classic carrot cake. I hopped to the stall and he bought me
the biggest chocolate chip cone.
“Remember in the second month of
our marriage, we had gone on a dinner and you insisted on having an ice cream
when we were returning and then tripped and all your ice cream was on my black
suit?”, he said laughing.
“Of course. That night was
epic.”, I laughed.
“And instead of my suit, you were
concerened about your ice cream getting wasted and…”
“You started teasing me saying
“oh look at you lil kid, all upset over your ice cream. Should I buy you a
teddy to compensate for the ice cream?””, I mimicked him.
He laughed, “not only that. You
took me so seriously that you actually took me to the toy store to buy you a
teddy.”
“I still have that.”, I laughed
again.
“And you weren’t satisfied and I
had to buy you the largest teddy available.”, he laughed. I laughed harder.
“We were really good friends!”, I
sighed when we had calmed down a bit.
“Were? We still are and we’ll
always be.”
“That’s not true and you know
that.”
“What? Okay yes, things have
changed a little but you have always been a great friend. It was me who was the
bad guy. I went off to the States leaving you alone and miserable. And I
promise I’ll make up for it.”
“Make up for it? You can never
make up for it...”
“I’m here now sweetheart…”
“Now? I needed you then. I needed
you when I got fired, I needed you when our application was rejected for
adoption, I needed you when my parents’ flight crashed and you weren’t there…”,
I broke down in his arms.
Hugging me tightly, he comforted me
to silence and said, “Darling, I know I’ve been a terrible friend. I didn’t
fulfill my promise of always being there for you. I know all that and I’m
sorry. I am really very sorry… I wanted to come back when the news of the
accident reached me. But tickets were not available. I am really sorry. Honey…”
“And before that? When I got
fired?”
“You had your parents and family
here to support you. I couldn’t leave the project mid way. You have to consider
these little things dear…”
“Little things? My family was
here? You…”
“I know it would have been great
if I had been here and I am genuinely sorry.”
He looked repentant and I started
feeling guilty, a tad bit. Should I tell
him that I had actually started seeing him again? Or maybe I shouldn’t feel so
remorseful. I was only going out because I was bored and alone and it’s not
like we’re a couple or he loves me or something, I consoled myself.
“You’re the best friend I ever
had and I know I’m a pretty good friend too.”, he smiled at me, “although I
mess up at times, I’m not that bad. Maybe once you can forgive this foolish
friend of yours?”
He had hopeful eyes and I
considered confessing the truth for the second time. But again, he was the
reason behind all this.
“Okay. Promise me that this time
we’ll go to the adventure park. You have never taken me there.”, I said smiling
a little.
“Sure! We will..”, he smiled and
laughed a little.
“Okay then!”, I said exited
already.
“It’s a good thing that the
application for adopting a baby was rejected. You’re yourself such a baby, how
would you have taken care of another one?”, he laughed. Clearly, teasing me was
one of his hobbies.
Everything was going perfect and
we were getting along really well when the next tragedy struck me. I was all
ready to go to the adventure park when my phone rang. It was Zara, my college
friend. I was happy. She had called after a long time and we hadn’t really been
catching up on life. But the joy was short-lived.
Rehan was in the hall putting on
his socks when he came to the room to get his hankerchief and found me sitting
in a pool of tears crying hysterically.
“What’s wrong?” he hurried down
to my side.
“He is no more.”, I cried harder,
“Nick is no more.”
“What?”, he sounded aghast.
“Severe cardiac arrest.”, I kept
crying.
“Oh no!”
“I hate being alive. I get fired,
I get rejected for adoption, my parents die in a plane crash and now Nick.”
“Oh no no love. Never! You should
never talk of dying. Never ever!”, he hugged me tight and close to his chest.
All I remember is crying my life
out and losing my sense. I don’t know how long I had been unconscious but when
I woke up in my bed, I was down with very high fever. Rehan was there, sitting
beside me. I looked at him tensed.
“It’s only fever honey and the
doctor has already given medicines. And I’m here as well. You relax and rest.”
“Aren’t you going back
tomorrow?”, I asked feebly.
“Tickets can be cancelled and you
are the most important person to me.”
“But…”
“No buts and no ifs.”, he smiled
gently.
I woke up that evening with no
fever and it didn’t return the next morning as well. Rehan tried everything
to cheer me up but there was just this huge void that didn’t want to get
filled. A part of my heart was always with Nick. He never gave back and neither
did I want it back from him. He took it safely with him to heaven and here I
was sitting with a hollow in my chest with absolutely nothing to do to make it
better.
I grew miserable with each day
and finally after a week, Rehan had had enough of my melancholic nature and sad
poems. He announced a long drive to the nearest forest stating that we would
stay there for two days and then drive to the hills to my home town. I agreed
reluctantly.
However, once in the forest, I
started feeling a little better. I took interest in the chirping of birds and
the eerie silence of the forest. I wrote a nature poem that evening instead of
a poem on death and also joined him for a late night drink. He booked a jungle
safari next morning and I loved it. I was getting refreshed and rejuvenated. On
the third day, we drove to my home town up on the hills. I had the key to my
house, now that mum and dad were not there. We entered and he immediately
suggested calling my old friends over that evening. I however wanted to spend
it with him just. I couldn’t stand too many people at that moment.
That night while we were
comfortably under our blanket watching ‘The Fault In Our Stars’ for the
millioneth time, he got a call for an urgent meeting the next evening. He
wanted to cancel it but I suggested that we go back and get back to life.
“But does that mean that you’re
going away to States tomorrow?”
“No no. It’s in the branch office
in our city.”
“Thank God! Please don’t go away
now.”
“I won’t I promise. And if I have
to go then I’ll take you along. You’ll get a job there and you can be happy.”
“I wouldn’t mind that.”
Early next morning, when we were
about to leave, he was loading the luggage onto our car, while I was still in
the room. His phone rang. It was his best friend from school. I knew him so
decided to say hello.
“Are you crazy?”, the guy shouted
from the other end just as I was about to say hello and without pausing,
continued, “what on earth do you mean that you’re on a trip with Sanam? That
girl doesn’t even deserve you. You went to States for work and she started
dating behind your back and you were
okay with it? And then when you come to surprise her, all the way from USA,
you see her on a romantic dinner with her ex lover and you just calmly drive
back to the airport? Oh sorry! It was me who was driving. So I had to control
my nerves and get you back to the airport while you could easily break down in
the car and then say let her go because she is a kid. And now when her ex lover
has mysteriously passed away, you take her on a trip to help her recover? Have
lost your senses, you’re so in love?”
I hung up immediately. What did I
just hear? Rehan knew that I had started seeing Nick and yet he was on a trip
with me to help me get over Nick’s death! I was shocked like never before.
Rehan came to the room to call me
and I just stood there watching him. Was he a man or God? I needed
explanations. I could kill myself out of guilt that very minute but I needed to
know things.
“You knew that I had started
dating Nick again when you were in the States?”
“What?”, he sounded confused.
“Don’t pretend! You knew. Kabir
just called up. I received and he thought it was you and gave you a nice dose
and I got to know that you were here to surprise me and you saw me on a
romantic dinner date with Nick and went back. And you cried. And you asked
Kabir to not tell me anything.”, I sobbed like a little child, “Why? Why would
you do that to someone who doesn’t love you? I’m a terrible terrible woman!”
“Oh sweetheart! No no never!
You’re not a terrible woman. You’re the most beautiful woman…”
“Oh shut up, shut up, shut up!”,
I kept crying.
“Honey…ssh! Calm down, calm
down.”, he started patting my back and hugged me warmly.
“Sanam, you have to understand
something kid. You were really not at fault. In the least. Kabir is a
hyperactive guy. Don’t take him seriously…”
“Stop trying to make me feel
better…”, I cried again.
“No… ssh! No more crying.”, he
wiped away my tears and gave me his hankerchief, “Now listen to me.”, he said
taking my tiny palm in his, “You were lonely here. Without a companion and
without a job and miserable on getting fired. It was my responsibility to be
with you as your companion but I wasn’t there. I was never there when you
needed a friend. And that’s when Nick came to town and you found a friend in
him and you went out with him. There’s nothing wrong in that honey.”
“I was still married to you!”
“But you were not in love with
me. Remember, we’re not husband and wife, we’re marriage buddies. Remember?”
“But then you broke down…”
“That’s not on you. That’s on me.
I broke down because I was in love with you and seeing you with Nick had put me
off for sometime till I realised that we’re only married but not in love. You
were not in love with me and you had the guts to make that clear. While I was a
coward hiding my love all the time.”
“You felt hurt Rehan and…”
“Anyone in my place would have
but weren’t we on clear terms that we’re only friends and friends can date
others? It was only natural for me to feel bad at that moment. But friends we
are and friends always understand, when no one else does.”
“I don’t know. I’m… I’m just so..
so guilty… I mean…”
“You’re gonna be okay once you
realise that none of us were actually at fault.”
“And I kept blaming you the whole
time for not coming back from the States when things happened to me here…”
“You had the full right to do so.
Didn’t I just explain how friends are always there and I should’ve been here
with you instead of being away in the States? You have done nothing wrong kid.
You have done nothing wrong.”, he hugged me again.
“Why don’t you just hate me?”, I
cried.
“For wanting a companion when I
wasn’t there? Sweetie, you could love Nick even after he cheated on you, can I
not love my Sanam just because she was so miserably alone that she resorted to
her old lover because I hadn’t kept my promises? He cheated on you without a
reason. You didn’t even cheat on me. You were not in love with me and that was
clear. Don't be so hard on yourself. And see, now I'm here and I'll be there from now whenever you need me."
"I know. I'm... I missed you a lot in the last one year and..."
"I'm so sorry love, I'm so sorry. I'll never leave you here again. Promise... it's a promise to myself.", he hugged me again.
"Feeling better?", he asked after sometime.
"I know. I'm... I missed you a lot in the last one year and..."
"I'm so sorry love, I'm so sorry. I'll never leave you here again. Promise... it's a promise to myself.", he hugged me again.
"Feeling better?", he asked after sometime.
“Yes.", I said, "Why did you take a week long
break this time Rehan?”
“To get things back to old times,
to become friends with you again. To get my Sanam back… I love you a bit too
much to hate you ever darling.”, he smiled looking down at me.
I fell back in his arms and cried
some more. Finally he said that we should leave as it would be a long drive
from the hills to our apartment in the plains.
That day I learned the greatest lesson of my life from him. Love and friendship came with so much more than just romantic dates and trips and being miserable after a break up. Real love is when you accept your partner's fault when he comes back to you apologizing and repenting. Love is when you let bygones be bygones and start a fresh.
That day I learned the greatest lesson of my life from him. Love and friendship came with so much more than just romantic dates and trips and being miserable after a break up. Real love is when you accept your partner's fault when he comes back to you apologizing and repenting. Love is when you let bygones be bygones and start a fresh.
He walked me to the car and got in
the driver’s side.
“Fasten your seat belt.”, he
instructed , “and if you get tired, then sleep. You’ve cried a lot and it’s
gonna be a long long drive.”
“And maybe when we get back, we
can select the pictures that we can get framed and hang around the apartment.”,
I smiled at him.
“Of course. I’ve been waiting for
this moment all this while.”, he said with a wide smile and started the car.
-Reva, 2018.
