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Hello Friends😊...these days KMH forum seems dull ..so to keep yu guyz busy i'm posting this.this is not my original story..this time i twisted a story n used my lil brain in this...so yu can give me half credit for this n half to the original writer..do'nt ask the name..b'coz i forgot🥱😕 ===========================================================
There was silence again.......... So much silence that it had begun to scream in my ears. I sat on my bed. Slowly laid down my head and held the pillow almost too tightly – my brave demeanor vanished, my body wracked with sobs as I cried and cried and cried, and held the pillow too tight as I cried and realized…I no longer felt lonesome because abandonment always kept me company...........................
Arjun was leaving.....with a mixture of all kind of feelings. Things changed completely in these years. I felt the coldness of the night as the sun descended. I said good-bye to him at the gate,it was so difficult to ease the pain i felt after watching..his departing figure and his memories....
He was in a rush; he'd remembered he has a train to catch – missing it, he feared would be an unbearable pain for the both of us to undertake the sad goodbyes again.
He sat inside his Audi n without saying a word left; I walked into my house and hurried upstairs to my room to sneak a quick long look at him from my window.
I observed, with sadness he chose not to look back. Instead, he tried to keep his mind busy instructing the driver to his destination. I closed my eyes for a second as a tear ran down on my cheek picturing his gestures , and when I opened them, found him gone. I stood there by the window powerless.
There was nowhere else to go. There was nothing left – nothing that could make me smile or make me feel important. I chose to spend some more time at the window, holding the grill tightly so nothing could part me from it. – the winding patterns bit into my flesh, leaving red streaks across my soft fingers, as if they'd been whipped with a cane. The pain certainly felt as harsh.
There was an unusual satisfaction in my grief, which I didn't want to avoid, a very odd pleasure in those tears. A certain delight in the chilliness of the night and the cool wind in my hair that it almost watered my eyes.
The road was quiet. It started to drizzle and I was instantly transported back to the first time we met for the first time at the Dry Cleaner's shop, wet and not very happy with the rainy weather. It is from that rainy day to this moment, that we always remained together spiritually despite the consequences of our physical distances.
How much I wished he didn't have to go. It had hardly been two minutes to his departure and his memories had begun to encircle me already like a thick, cotton shawl on a cold human body – the static of loneliness prickling unpleasantly against the warmth of those memories.
I shut my eyes and once again, I felt secure – safe, so much that I didn't feel the need of anything else in life but the remembrance of the good and bad times we both shared that nothing could possibly beat. It felt amazing – the nostalgic vibe running with electric energy within me and how tightly I held myself and his memories close, to keep me warm and protected.
It started to rain quite heavily and the air threw few thick raindrops on my wet face through the grill. I took a deep breath and opened my eyes and everything seemed right again – in fact, cheerful. The green trees looked happy again.
The neighboring houses no longer appeared old. Some of the neighbors came out of their houses and began to walk and enjoy every bit of the weather. I saw cars rushing and the wipers constantly dancing – - the wheels splashing in the stagnant pools of water on the roads and producing gurgling rippling noises – it seemed like the water was giggling.
It was extremely beautiful. Almost irritatingly perfect that after a very short while, I couldn't take it anymore or perhaps I didn't wish to.
The sense of melancholy and heavy heartedness began to attack me and I was more contented that way again for a very odd and an unknown reason. The beautiful scenario happening outside my window seemed odd to me, something unfamiliar – something not quite right for me. I was confused for a moment and very slowly unfolded myself to stretch my arms and shut the window quietly.
There was silence again.......... So much silence that it had begun to scream in my ears. I sat on my bed. Slowly laid down my head and held the pillow almost too tightly – my brave demeanor vanished, my body wracked with sobs as I cried and cried and cried, and held the pillow too tight as I cried and realized…I no longer felt lonesome because abandonment always kept me company...........................
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