So this is what being dead must feel like – numb from the inside, just a hollow feeling, an emptiness remaining; a sensation of existence, only your breathing an indication that you were still among the living.
When Pinky had told him that Geet was coming here to the station he had felt relieved; hopeful almost that he might yet have a chance to win her back, make her realize that it was his hurt that had manifested itself through his misspoken words - his love not at all diminished.
Finding the taveez had felt like an indication that he would still find her, but fate had seemed to have something else in store for him; determined to extract the price of hurting her - making him lose her forever.
He had been too late – to stop her, talk to her, apologize to her; coming so close to finding her and then missing her by a few seconds - just like he had when she had poured her heart out to him and he had stood there stupefied just for those few seconds.
He had called out to her, reached out instinctively as if to stop the train; to stop her- from leaving him, his life, his love behind.
All this time, he had waited for her to acknowledge her feelings for him, but he would have given anything to have her back with him - to hold her, let her know how much he loved her, cared for her, how his life would be unbearable without her.
And then, there had been that voice, chastising the children who had stolen her bag – making him stop and listen, stare at her, lost in the elation that she was right there in front of him; bringing him back to a present where he again had hope, had been given a chance again to call out her name – almost as if to make sure that she was real - and be heard by her.
It had almost felt as if a gentle, soothing hand had passed over his troubled heart, calming him, making him feel at peace; bringing him back amongst the living - from dead to now alive.
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