Just as I stepped outside the gate, it began to drizzle.It seemed the dismal evening and overcast sky wereperfectly mirroring my emotions. The heated air, which was blowing earlier,leisurely ceased with the arrival of the rain. As the rain continued to fall, a refreshing breeze took controland gave nature a soothing touch. It felt like aperfect solace following a dry and humid day.I was nearly gettingdrenched and that's whyI hastened my pace and took shelter inside a small roadside restaurant nearby.
I was sipping hot coffee sitting beside the window. Looking out of the window and seeing the dismal nature I felt a pang deep within my heart as I took leave of her. A covert agony was overfilling my heart. I was afraid that I was on the verge of losing her. No matter how many times I met her, the feeling came over me just like a falconswooping on its prey. Despite the fact that it appeared to be a typical day in mid-August, it was very special for me because I was going to meet her.It's always been an exhilarating experience. She is the only person with whom I can open myself up and let go of the weight on my mind. She has always been an excellent listener.
The location where I was supposed to have our appointmentwas ordinary.It lacked any unique features that could be stored in memory for a long time. For the past few weeks, it has served as our meeting place. I never disliked coming here to meet her. The location holds a distinct appeal for me as it bears the mark of our presence.The place makes me wonder and fills my mind with unanswerable philosophical queries. It never occurred to me whether coming here was really reasonable. I just followed my impulse that I failed to decline.
As I stepped through the massive gate, like I had done countless times before, I saw somepeople who also frequented this place.They were moving around, talking to their loved ones, and enjoying the solace that the shadow of the trees provided for everyone. The path greeted me and urged me to tread its rough terrain. I was aware of where she was waiting for me. It was a typical location, a little further away from the gate, beneath an umbrella-like tree.I approached slowly with a cheery grin and joy that always filled my heart whenever I came across her. I hoped she would greet me with her smile like she always did.
I stopped before her and attempted to lift her spirits with the flowers I had brought. Even though she was close by, she appeared far away, like a shadow that would soon vanish. That was the exact moment when the sky started to get cloudy. As the sunlight was fading, I was overcome with an intense desire to bring out the words I had kept hidden deep inside of me. All I could do in that fluctuating condition of nature was try to listen to if she had anything to say to me. I tried to utter the yet unsaid words that I always wanted her to listen to.The rain was about to start any minute. I couldn't but slowly plodded towards the gate, placing the soft flowers on her grave's rough surface.
