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A Silent Departure

Published : Saturday, 24 August, 2024 at 12:00 AM  Count : 2783
Sumon Reza
It was a quiet evening in Dhaka. The sun had just begun its descent, casting long shadows over the bustling city. Things seem quiet and unencumbered. Birds and flying around and the mild twittering sounds echoing in the ears of the dwellers. Even the sound of cars, buses, rickshaws are barking sometimes loudly and sometimes slowly. After all, it's a regular city evening. But the only difference is that it's raining a couple of drops outside.

In a small apartment, Myesha and Rushfee sat across from each other at the dinner table, the silence between them louder than any argument they'd ever had. Rushfee is reading a newspaper very closely on the other hand Myesha glancing at the rainy scene outside the window with sad eyes.

The clinking of cutlery against plates was the only sound that filled the room. Myesha finally broke the silence, her voice barely above a whisper. "Rushfee, when did we stop talking? Could you remember?"

Rushfee looked up from the newspaper, his eyes tired, not from the day's work, but from the months of unresolved tension. "I don't know Myesha, maybe when we stopped listening."

Myesha's eyes welled up with tears. She knew he was right. The late nights at the office, the constant distractions of their phones, and the ever-present stress of bills and responsibilities had created a chasm between them. Their middle class family life has created various direct and indirect problems due to economic imbalance which once turned into conflict, silent pain.
However, Myesha replies- "I miss how we used to be," she confessed, her voice trembling. "When did we become strangers?"
Rushfee sighed, putting down his eyeglasses. He reached across the table to take her hand, but she pulled away, the hurt too fresh. "I'm sorry, Myesha. I've been so caught up in everything… I didn't realize how far apart we'd drifted."

Both of them are disconnected by reality but closely connected by heart which within a while changed their long silence, inner conflicts drastically. Both of them look a bit easy now though long accumulated pains, words, insults, complaints weighed down both of them. Although it can melt away anytime because there is love, trust between them.

"I've tried, Rushfee. I really have. But every time I bring something up, it feels like you're not even there." Myesha wiped a tear from her cheek. "It's like we're living in the same house but in completely different worlds."

Rushfee felt a pang of guilt. He remembered the nights he came home late, too exhausted to ask how her day had been, and the mornings when he left without saying a formal goodbye even. And because of his job pressure he was un-minded and made an altercation with Myesha that night- he remembered.

"I know I've been distant. But it's not because I don't care. I'm just… overwhelmed." Rushfee replied.

"We both are," Myesha replied softly. "But we're supposed to face it together, aren't we? That's what we promised."

Both of them then indulged in deep silence for a while. Sometimes it appears that Myesha weeping her eyes. Actually both are filled with long grief and emotions. 

At last Rushfee broke the silence and nodded his heart heavy with regret. "I don't want to lose you, Myesha. But I don't know how to fix this."

Myesha looked into his eyes, searching for the love they once shared. "Maybe… maybe we need some time apart to find ourselves again. To remember why we fell in love in the first place."

The words hung in the air, the weight of them suffocating. Rushfee's eyes widened with shock. "You think… you think we should separate?"

Another long silence grabbed the whole surroundings and created a strange but sad poetic atmosphere. 
"I think we need to," Myesha said, her voice firm despite the tears. "Not forever, but just long enough to heal. To understand what we really want."

Rushfee felt a lump in his throat. The thought of living without Myesha, even for a short time, terrified him. But deep down, he knew she was right. "If that's what you need… then I'll respect it. But I want you to know, Myesha, I never stopped loving you."

Myesha's tears fell freely now, but she managed a small, sad smile. "I know, Rushfee. I never stopped loving you either."
They sat in silence for a long moment once again, each lost in their own thoughts. The rain has stopped. The sun had set completely, and the room was bathed in the soft glow of the evening lights. Finally, Myesha stood up and walked over to Rushfee, gently placing her hand on his cheek.

"This isn't the end," she whispered. "It's just… a pause… a chance for us to find our way back to each other."
Rushfee closed his eyes, leaning into her touch. "I hope so, Myesha. I really do."

As she gathered her things to leave, Rushfee watched her, his heart aching with every step she took towards the door. Just before she left, Myesha turned back to him, her eyes filled with a mix of sadness and hope. "Take care of yourself, Rushfee."
"You too, Myesha," he replied, his voice breaking.

Rushfee thought that Myesha is leaving to have a small mental relax and will come back soon. That's why he didn't even ask more about her departure nor even the address where she is about to reach. Things were still quite normal to him. He locked the door, took a light dinner and went back to normal casual life.

But who knows what's going on in Myesha's mind? She too wanted a good reunion soon. But as everything went toxic for them, they needed a break- a small gap so that everything could be healthy and peaceful like their previous life. 

Myesha was literally wondering and thinking about all these things when crossing the street with a heavy heart. A lot of things are going on in her mind. She can't even resist tears dropping from her eyes. Subconsciously she was thinking about Rushfee, their life and so on. At the same time she expected a return call from Rushfee. Even he (Rushfee) doesn't ask for the address and information where she (Myesha) was leaving for. 

So a lot of things were passing through her mind and she was quite unaware, abstracted.  However, she was aiming to visit her father's house to stay a few days. She was walking alone in the road and looking for an auto rickshaw. Since she was on the opposite side, she had to cross the road to the other side. 

She steps to cross the road without much attention. And a truck coming from the opposite side with full speed suddenly pushed her and the un-minded Mayesha fell to death instantly. Mayesha's wounded body began to roll in the sea of blood.
On the other side, Rushfi woke up to a call. He heard the tragic news over the phone and suddenly hearing such unexpected news; he was shocked and lost the strength to get out of bed. He couldn't believe anything, how, when, it happened despite tears coming from his eyes. And he rushes to hug Mayesha for the last time. But stops in front of the main gate. In a moment he seems to lose all strength, he cannot move. The scene of Mayesha slowly walking through this gate kept floating in his eyes.

And with that, she was gone, leaving behind an empty apartment and a man who now understood the true cost of neglecting what mattered most. And Mayesha's silent departure left him with a miserable sadness for the rest of his life.



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