Another tale...

The sun knows that I'm in love with the rain...He's jealous of the rain..Doesn't complain,though...

When my heart thumps with every thunder...He's jealous of the thunder...

When I enjoy the rain,all alone,in the night,and a drop of rain falls on my palm and I touch it..He's jealous of the delicacy it enjoys...

When the breeze brushes against my cheeks...He's jealous of the way it puts a smile on my face...

Now,he can't afford to miss me any longer...He peeps through the clouds and looks at me...If I would be sad for the rain being gone...If I would blame him for that...

I do smile at him...He is more than happy and asks the clouds that help him hide,to part...As he moves royally into the forefront,I run...

He extends his hands towards me to cuddle me to death...

I run...So hard...And here I am...Gazing at the seven colours he drew...As I smile at it,there's a fading smile on his face...He comes closer to get a clear idea of my emotion...Here fades the seven colours...And my smile...

The sun...Here he beholds me...A drop of sweat trickles down my forehead...I frown...His eyes brim with tears...

There he goes...Hiding behind the clouds...And here I'm...Gazing at the bow my beau has gifted me with...

Now and Then

THEN:

“Surya calling”, it read. I slowly walked away from my friends to attend the call. 

“Hi”, he said. He was probably smiling then.

“Hi”, I replied.

“How’s you?”,he asked.

“I’m good and how about you?”

“Well, you should know it better than me”.

“How is that?”

“Because my heart is with you”.

I was amazed by his expressive language. “I think your heart is very fine”, I said and moved along the corridors of my college.

There was a very lovely melody that was being played in the background. Everything seemed to sink in with the moment. The song, though was one of my favorites, I had never felt that it had a deeper meaning. The music seemed to be played for us.

He was listening to the song as well, as I had noticed that he had been keeping quiet since the song started playing. May be, he had the same thoughts as me.

“That song is for you”, he broke the silence.

I blushed. “Are you blushing?” he asked.

“No, I’m not”.

He teased me and I loved it. He started singing along with the song and I listened to him with eyes closed.

They say, the most beautiful things in life are not seen, but felt.

NOW:

I pick up the phone, search for him in the contacts, stare at his name, and then keep it aside. I toss myself on the bed, I sit up, and I walk around in my room. I take a knife, look carefully at the sharp edges, and keep it away. I take my phone again, and press the call button this time.

“You are getting a busy tone on this number”, a heartless woman says.

Soon, I get a call from him. I wait for four more rings before I pick up.

“Hi”, I hear the loveliest voice I’ve ever heard.

“Hi, how’s you?”

“I’m okay, I’m doing well”.

“Hmmm”.

Meanwhile, the same melody gets played in the TV. I know he is listening to it. I think of those days when that song meant so much to me. Those days when he used to make me feel good and happy with every good word.

What would he be thinking of right now? Would he be missing those days as well? He is no more expressive. I struggle to read his mind which was mine. He has snatched away his heart from me. He has torn my heart which was clinging into his.

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His face was the very last sight I wanted to see. The way he loved me makes me forget how much he has hurt me. The way he used to care for me makes me love him even more deeply even when I know he doesn't care anymore. 

The way he used to love me was divine. Our love was like a fairy tale, and they say, fairy tales never come true. He was flawless and perfect-too perfect that I was afraid he may disappear all of a sudden. I doubted if he was a beautiful dream.

I never thought anybody could ever love as much as he did. Now that I miss him, I realize how he used to talk about every little thing.

Everything he told me made me happier. Whether about the stars, or the sun... Everything seemed special and fresh when he talked. But I didn't know that it was all for such a short while.

I couldn't have enough of him. I could never love him as I wanted to. Now when I see the stars, or the sun... I search in between my fingers. There, I see his, locked in between mine.

I realize that when it is time to let go, one has to do it. It doesn't matter how much you get hurt or how much you would miss them. Just make yourself believe that you have had your time together.