The last meeting...🍂🍁

 

The Last Meeting...

There is a theory called  "The Last Meeting", it suggests that once a person's role in your life is fulfilled, destiny ensures you never cross paths again.

I often find myself believing it. My first love - tender, innocent, woven out of the sweetness of teenage years; vanished with the ringing of the last exam bell. That was the final time our worlds touched. Since then, though we have lived in the same colony, not even a fleeting glance has bound us again. It feels as though time itself conspired to close that chapter.

There was also my best friend, a friendship that both scarred and shaped us. It both broke us and helped us to grow at the same time. On lonely nights, I remember the details, but only faintly. I don't really remember how her hairband swept her hair away from her face, and the hair waves just rested perfectly above her forehead. A decade has passed, and all that remains is the ghost of those ordinary, intimate details.

Honestly, in the blind rat race I feel I have lost myself too. The child within still plays peek-a-boo; on days when melancholy drips from the sky, on streets lying silent with absence of playing children. Maybe she still has lessons to learn, and a lot of love to give. But I fear losing her too, someday...

But I fear most that someday I may lose the love I hold now. That life, in its strange and unrelenting way, will separate us too; leaving us as memories of what once was. I imagine no longer seeing his eyes, no longer straightening his careless looks. To have him etched into me forever, yet absent in the present, is a possibility that terrifies me.

Life is strange enough on its own. But when it comes to matters of the heart, its strangeness turns unbearable.

@_arushmita_