It wasn’t one of those finest days, I felt from inside. Neither it was one of those beautiful winter mornings. The day was very simple. There was nothing special about it. I really don’t know how it happened. But yes, it did. It happened in between my exams. A sudden shocking thing. My mind was spinning.
Have you ever lost your love without a fight?
Well, I have lost him that way.
I called him several times. No Answer. I lay in bed all alone staring at my phone. I tried to sleep. But my heart stumbled. The hour passed. Finally, the phone rang.
” Listen, Mrinalika.. I‘m done with you”
And other blah stuffs…
I felt numb. The world around me gave me an ugly stare.
I tried my best to not let him go, but, all my efforts went in vain.
My eyes became heavy.
There was a black cloud of sadness that took over me and it only gave me a power to breathe.
I felt as if a part of me is being detached. I felt a sudden shock running down my body. I sat down, where I was.
My heart was broken. Pieces lay scattered across the floor.
Suddenly his words felt like a dead flowers where forever never came. I felt like a lost soul fading into the depth of hell.
The room grew colder and my eyes wept silently.
I felt as if now I am nothing but just a dead soul who will be living a ruined life.
Weeping all alone in my room, I took out my diary, the very first page of it read..
23rd July 2010..
It was the first day when I started writing and it all began from him.
Tore the pages apart. It was a rage.
The promises are broken now, i said to myself.
The blue inked stories lied there crumpled and suppressed.
Because the flow was broken now and nothing could be fixed.
That very moment I decided, not to write anymore.
I lost him. I waited for him for two years in a false hope of him to return.
Days without him, millions of minutes without him. Two years of complete silence.
It’s been seven years now. Today when I go through the old memories, it haunts me.
But yeah, I started writing again, now. Things are okay with me.