The wind howled as the droplets of sizzling rain hit the window and slightly drenched me. I stood leaning on the window panel unmoved looking out at nothing. For me the hurricane outside was nothing compared to my inner turmoil.
"Ela!! Close the window darling. You'll catch cold 'coz of the chilling wind" I heard my mom shout from downstairs probably from the kitchen.
I sighed and was about to close the window when my eyes caught a beautiful and romantic scenario. It was no less than a scene of a romantic Bollywood movie.
A couple of early twenties were running towards the footpath trying to find a roof to cover their head until the rain calmed. The boy had taken out his black leather jacket and taking the girl, probably his girlfriend, in his arms, had covered them both with it saving their heads from getting wet.
This shook the memory inside me as I got reminded of a similar situation once I had landed up in with him. Sitting on the window panel, I watched them rush towards the footpath with a small smile tugging my lips.
Only if he and I would have been us, maybe it would have been us instead of that couple laughing at each other's drenched form trying to formulate a valid reason to explain to our parents.
But sometimes, I wonder that if what my granny says is true, then maybe our separation would lead us both to something good, something better or maybe the best. No doubt we are better than we were in those days. But... I still miss him.
Oh I still remember the day he had sang 'You and I' when I was skeptical that just like my bestie Sameera and James, even Mac and I would end up breaking up. He had gone down on his knees with a white rose of promise in his outstretched right hand singing my favorite, One Direction's 'You and I' indirectly promising me that we would never be apart and there is nothing in this world that can tear us apart not even the Gods above.
We were inseparable... Trust me when I say inseparable does mean inseparable in true sense. From the time we used to enter the college till the time he dropped me home, there was hardly any time except the lectures when we left each other alone. It was like we would cease to exist without the other being beside us. We both were incomplete without each other.
I could still feel his warm rough lips touch and mold my cold smooth ones as we kissed each other passionatetly before parting our ways forever. No, it wasn't a break up.. Nor was it a cheating-me-over-someone case. We were in love when we parted and we are still in love. We had parted b'coz we knew staying with each other won't allow us to reach our ultimate aim in life and we even knew how important our goals are for us.
That day... 11 July, 2012 we had just walked out from the farewell party after setting the stage on fire with our sizzling hot dance. We knew it was last time we were going to see each other, meet each other, be with each other like this holding hands. Hence, we had decided to spend these moments alone.. Just us. We had walked down the lane for almost half an hour and reached in our usual place of meeting, the park. I stopped as I felt a tug on my fingers and turned around to see Mac had stopped walking and was gazing at me with love, care and concern. My eyes had teared up just as the fact hit me that it was the last time I was witnessing his love for me. I knew he hated seeing tears in my eyes but I just couldn't stop them wanting to let them flow and be consoled by him. Mac's eyes too had teared up and he took a step closer to me. Cupping my face, he made me look at him into his eyes. I could sense his unasked question and as if answering him, I closed my eyes and took a step forward too. Tilting his head a bit, he leaned forward and all I could feel was the touch of his warm lips over my cold ones. My arms snacked around his nape as I tried bringing him too close to me as if to never part. He caressed and molded my lips transferring my cherry lip gloss to his lips and his right arm slid towards my waist bringing me closer to him if it was possible. It was the need to breathe that made us reluctantly move apart as we stood there with closed eyes and our foreheads touching gasping for air.
Tears flowed down my cheeks as I had hugged him tightly murmuring, "I won't be able to live without you Mac"
Once again he had consoled me saying, "Shh.. Ela pls don't cry... I am not going away from you. I am right here with you.. Always in your heart... Just close your eyes whenever you miss me and I'll always be there in front of you sweetheart"
He had kept murmuring sweet nothings into my ears as we sat on the bench for the rest of the night in each other's arms... for the last time.
It's four years now and we have come far away from where we had started. I have become a renowned psychiatrist in London while Mac has now gained a renowned position in the field of fashion designing in Sydney. And I couldn't stop but feel utterly proud of my love's success.
It would be a blunt lie if I say that I don't miss him and that I have moved on. B'coz the fact still remains that I love him and I miss him. But as he had said, I close my eyes whenever I miss him and our moments of love run in front of my eyes as if a movie.
I don't know if he still remembers me or not. But I just pray to the Almighty to give him the best he deserves even if it meant forgetting the past and moving on.
Our paths might be different.. Our aims might be different... But our love is always the same...
Love,
Kiddo
Kumkum Bhagya
Anupamaa
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