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Has it ever been that morning brought with itself the dark?
Has it ever befallen on mankind that rains turn dry and spring blooms black?
Or that winters yield heat and summers splash cold!
But here it happens to me, every second, every minute of my existence as I look over the path she walked away,
Eyeing those crunched leaves that lie evidence of her brutal retreat...
Ages ago I'd met an angel, one who was sweet and pure, who was righteous and brave.
She was fierce as a hailstorm and soothing like the rain.
My Geet.
No. Now she is only Geet.
Not mine anymore.
"We are not meant to be Maan. We never were"
She had said then shattering his heart in pieces.
"No Mishty! Whatever it is that troubles you, please tell me but don't say that." He'd pleaded.
But she had been merciless, assaulting their love, their dreams their lives to break in a million tiny pieces. She had walked away just like that as Maan stood with anguish and pain and veiled in the anger a little hope. Yes, there was hope in his eyes even if she didn't see it or saw and chose to ignore; there was a tinge of it left prickling there behind those tears in his eyes. Tears that he never shed. He'd gulped the salty water and promised to never waste them over the merciless woman.
"Yes. You are absolutely right. I never did love you."
She had said equally angry at him, pushing his hands off her.
"Leave me. I don't love you. For shouting out loud, I have fallen out of it." She'd screamed.
"Do not lie Geet." He had gritted his teeth, trying to give it one more chance.
"Spending time with you was the biggest mistake, building those stupid dreams with you was a mistake, a mistake I would regret forever, a mistake I would never look back to. I. Don't. Love. You. Understand. So go and screw our love."
There was silence now; looming so loudly that he shuddered for a moment.
Her scream still echoed in his ears. Hours after she'd walked out on him, the tears and fury radiating from her face still haunted him.
How could his Mishty do this? How could she reject two years of togetherness in a matter of two minutes?
It was her graduation day today, he'd thought of proposing to her and indulging her like that for the rest of their lives to come. He'd woven dreams of them together, of their life and family and death. He had made plans so they wouldn't have to face the country conflict; he was even ready to give up residency in India to settle down here in New York with her.
But how wrong he was!
The woman had made a fool out of him. She'd spat at his love and commitment and walked away without a second glance. And now he cursed himself for thinking, even for a second that he was ready to give up his country, his motherland for a girl. For a mere girl!
But then his heart knew she wasn't just another girl, she was Geet. His Geet.
No, just Geet. Not his anymore.
Even though he hated her now, in a matter of an evening had started to loath her and doom the last two years for eternity, he couldn't help but pound his fists at the fact that she would still remain with him. In his hate, in his loath, in the bitter memory of this evening'.she would always remain in him.
She had made sure of that...
"Then, there was no 'Ours' between us"
He'd stated looking in her eye, a wry smile playing on his lips.
Even when those words left his mouth, he hoped against hope for her to put a hand over his mouth and shake her head, he'd hoped against god damn hope for her to reach for him and take him in her arms; proving there was only ever 'Ours' between them. But she hadn't. Damned if she did, but Geet hadn't done any of those.
Instead she'd mocked at him.
"Yes. There was no 'us'. It is your country and my country. Your people and mine. We never belonged together."
She'd said before going away.
And now she was away. Away from him.
And that, what had happened was written in their fates, meant to happen; Maan rationalized.
His thumped shoulders squared again, his moist eyes dried up as he blinked in the tears; for once remembering her as she was for him, one last time.
His Geet, the girl who overwhelmed him, who stole his breath away; the crazy lass who tore his football final tickets; she who made him waltz in a public park at midnight; the Geet who got lost in Canadian storms and who melted in his arms in the lumber house one night. He remembered the caring mature woman who had clasped the Taveez around his neck with a promise of love and togetherness for a lifetime.
A lifetime?
He thought grazing his hands over the sacred amulet hanging down his neck. She hadn't asked back for it and he wouldn't have given it. Even if she'd asked, he wouldn't have given that back, not for this lifetime'.Because it reminded him of the dream he'd lived in these two years. It would help him tide over the bitter memory of this evening whenever it came back to haunt him which he knew would be often!
This window of dream was a chasm, a lie. It was a sham thrown back into his face, a deceit he thought called love woven around him by the charmer whom he had loved more than love. But more than anything else, he surmised; it was a story. A story of love, of friendship, of togetherness and of being apart; a story of lies and deceit and harshness, but more than anything else it was a story unfinished'..
This, he thought, his life with her that he'd assumed would continue forever was an unfinished story and something deep down seemed to tell him there was more to it; that it wasn't over forever. There would be a closure, an end and he would wait for it. Even if it wouldn't come, he would die waiting for it as that very wait would take him through this journey called life.
Picking up the letter he'd received from India, he eyed the Indian Army seal with pride. He'd thought of ignoring it just an evening ago but that was the only floating lifeline that would keep him sane and alive now. A lover lost would love his country. A lost man would seek his motherland back. It would be his fate now, to live and die in the name of his country.
And Geet,
Well her presence in him was unfinished, her story with him was unfinished'..
And he too was unfinished.
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