Hello all. I was listening to Abba's Hasta Manana and it made me want to write this. Do click on the link and listen to the beautiful song.
Hasta Manana is a Spanish word which means See you tomorrow' or Until tomorrow'. This word is often used when people part knowing they won't be meeting each other for a long time (maybe days, weeks or years). So, it basically means that they long to see the other person soon.
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OS: Hasta Manana
Where is the spring and the summer
That once was yours and mine?
Where did it go?
I just don't know
But still my love for you will live forever
She stood at the door of the house that once was theirs. He had left yesterday and she hadn't found any point in staying back. She would have left yesterday but she had some packing to do and the electricity man had told that he could come only today. So, she had stayed back. Now the time had come to finally go and she just couldn't. This house had been more than just a building. It had been her home for four years. Four glorious years with him and now, it stood there like a sculpture made of stone with no life in it. He had taken its life with him. She sighed as she realized that she was just like the house now. A beautiful statue. He had taken her heart with him. But, he just couldn't take away her love for him. She slowly picked up her bags and left.
Hasta Manana 'til we meet again
Don't know where, don't know when
Darling, our love was much too strong to die
We'll find a way to face a new tomorrow
She didn't know why Nishi's nursery school had to pick this place for the student's picnic. There were so many places to go. Why must they come here? So close to their... no... the house which she once had called home. And she really didn't know what made her ask the teacher to excuse her for a few minutes so that she may just catch a glimpse of the house. So, here she was standing where she stood two years ago and strangely her feelings for him had not changed a bit though the house had changed. The once tidy garden was now growing messy and the paint on the walls was starting to fade. She knew that the house had to stay like this, unkept, uncared for until they meet again. But will they? She didn't know the answer.
Hasta Manana, say we'll meet again
I can't do without you
Time to forget, send me a letter
Say you forgive, the sooner the better
Hasta Manana, baby, Hasta Manana, until then
Aarav was angry. He had wanted to know why the people of the forlorn house he had seen on their way back home from the amusement park, were so wicked that they had left it all alone. And she, who knew the people of the house better than anyone else hadn't been able to answer him. He had been adamant and had pestered her for an answer. She had finally lost her temper and shouted at him. Now he was upset and she didn't know how to soothe him. How could she tell him about the sorrow that struck the house? About the master of that house who was not wicked but had to leave it because of his wife? How could she tell him that she still woke up everyday hoping to see him by her? How could she tell him why she ran to the door every time the post man came? How could she tell him she missed the master of that house so much that she was always the first one to pick up the phone? How could she?
Where is the dream we were dreaming
And all the nights we shared
Where did they go?
I just don't know
And I can't tell you just how much I miss you
Ten years had passed from the time he had left her and she still found it hard to sleep without him by her. She shivered as the cold air from the AC filled the room. She remembered the days he used to warm her up just by wrapping his arms all around her. She still remembered the soft words he whispered in her ears every night before they dozed off happy and content in each other's arms. The words that had all their dreams: his, hers and theirs. Dreams that had never come true. She opened the box she always kept on her bedside table and caressed her most prized possession, a picture of him and her happily standing in front of their house. She felt the memories of him flood her mind. She knew she won't be able to sleep again. So, she did what she did every night. She walked slowly to the cupboard and took out a bottle labeled Sleeping Pills'.
Hasta Manana 'til we meet again
Don't know where, don't know when
Darling, our love was much too strong to die
We'll find a way to face a new tomorrow
If he had really wanted to leave her alone once again, what was the need for him to reenter her life? She was mad at him, true, but he should have understood that she still loved him with an inextinguishable love and all that anger was because he didn't trust her enough. Now here she was standing next to the house which was a witness to all her love, all because the bus she was travelling by had chosen this spot to break down and a picture of his smiling face floated in front of her eyes. As she stood there gazing longingly at the weather beaten walls of the house, all she wished for was another day with him.
Hasta Manana, say we'll meet again
I can't do without you
Time to forget, send me a letter
Say you forgive, the sooner the better
Hasta Manana, baby, Hasta Manana, until then
Tomorrow was her wedding with him... again. She had got herself excused and was standing in front of the house once more. To him, the marriage might be a contract but to her it was a new beginning. As she walked through the overgrown weeds, she wanted to forget all their bad memories and make some new and happy ones. She reached their favorite spot in the garden. She wanted to see what had happened to the rose plant he had planted saying it signified their love just a few months before they separated. She had never had the courage to look for it all these years. But today was different. She wanted to see, to know, to feel. She stopped short in her tracks as she saw him standing there looking at the exact spot.
"Nachiket?"
"Ragini... Uh... look."
She looked at the place he was pointing to. In the midst of the weeds there was a single red rose. It had survived. Just like them.
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