Rushing through the last stage of packing her belongings and leaving behind the scraps of rough sheets(50/Kg),which she had once bought to practise the Engineering Drawing, revise her circuit diagrams and learn her Management subjects. It was never that easy for her to keep back the not so needful things, for every bit of her room at Mansi Girls Accommodation had a memory of her long 4 years at Nagpur, a not so happening city but she airbrushed this place with all her beautiful friends, her college ,her cool brothers ,her hostel’s juniors and ofcourse her best friend-her roommate.

“Dance the night away live your life and stay young on the floor’’-her phone rang and she sprinted to get into her pyjamas and ran down the stairs till she had reached out to the hostel’s door where she probably signed for the last time in the register her ‘name and time out’. It was her branch-mate, her buddy brat and her dear brother who had come down all the way from the Boy’s Hostel to bid his sister a happy life ahead. They hugged each other with promises of staying in touch and never being in history of each other’s life. Tears and sobs as they perhaps realized that college is over and so are the happy and cheerful days.

“Hurry up, else we will miss the train” shouted she at her roomie as she was trying to tie the knot with her laziness. They picked up their bags and started to climb down the stairs where he was waiting to see her. A big bye and a toast raised in honour of her 4 long years at this place. They got inside the auto and he along with her anky panky friend and her roomie’s best one accompanied them to the railway station. As soon they reached the station, there pulse pounded up and down. She broke down into tears as she hugged her friends and the special one too was seen with droplets of water on the cheeks. Something was going the way that it shouldn’t have been. “How shall we meet in the evenings? How shall we go and have our favourite pani puri? Who shall we fight with? Reliance doesn’t provide us with STD free calls!” And the train’s signal alerted us of departure. She was leaving behind her soul and carrying with her just a body hanged with a pair of jeans and the smiley tee. He ran along with the train and she cried louder and louder and within  few second his face was altered with the end of the platform. “Nagpur!!Away from you forever”.

Months passed. She was lightening up her home. House became home with her jolly presence. Evenings seemed to be a bit treacherous as her evenings of college days troubled her. She kept herself engaged. Weekends were a fun time for the family as they united to celebrate, had dinner and watched movies. The theatre honked her with splashes of her and him watching movies together in Cinemax with the leftover pocket money that they got from their home. She missed him.

One sudden morning she and her college friends decided to fly to Delhi as joining dates were nearing. And they did the same. Within a week they landed in the capital and their eyes filled with dreams of the shiny tomorrow. He was equally happy and tensed about her safety. But he promised to meet her very soon.

“I am in Delhi”-he called . She had no limit of joy, she cuddled herself, aired happiness all around and met him and his friend. What an evening it was. Cheerful stories, seeing through the lens of the past, discussing about the future and also realizing the fact that tomorrow he will be leaving. After a fun-filled weekend she went to bid him a farewell and he stepped back from the metro, took her in his arms and kissed her forehead. They kept on looking into each other’s eyes till the doors of the metro embraced each other and she felt that it was probably the last time that they met with love for each other. Taken aback she bullied her thoughts and hummed ‘hooo….saaa….naaaa…..’ .

Days passed and gradually she realized that things are getting better. He was busy with his masters and she with her office. By the time they were free and barely had minutes to speak to each other, their dead tired eyes dint support . A year passed. The promises of meeting each other in a month’s gap turned into a single meeting forever. She checked her FB account and trued to log in but the red coloured alert didn’t let her do the same. Cries of terror crashed on her. A mere insecurity of maybe it wasn’t a good decision to let him  go ,even after his hazardous mistakes. May be he wasn’t into her any more. He called her up and things melted with just small ‘hello’.

With the days turning into weeks things dint seem to match up between what he said and she used to find every other day. He started being abusive, which he was previously as well but a small meeting used to break the ice. But now distance dint let her forgive him for his abuses. Their master’s college had a group and she found him constantly hitting on a girl and two. Never did she thought that her pure love could actually be betrayed, avoided and hammered.

One fine morning  as she logged into her Facebook account and was going through all the messages she came across a small message from an unknown person which stated about her guy “Mam, my life is finished. Your boyfriend is trying on my girl and making fake promises by showing her the sympathy that you have ditched him and you stay with another guy’’.. She was broken into pieces and had no words to say. But she sealed her thought that she had at  the metro station that ‘that it was probably the last time that they met with love for each other’.. She sat helpless and torn apart. Nothing could mend her heart. Anger ,tears ,yellings followed her wherever she went. That very day he called her up and said a hi… She  dint know how one someone be so fake! Before dropping the call the only lines she said were ”I understand you don’t luv me. You are seeing someone else and I have had no problem with it if you would have accepted it. I loved you and there was no point spreading rumours and pin pointing my character.  bye.. TC”

HCL was a good place to work and she had  bunch of new friends along with her who never allowed her to take  a bite of her past. Things went well and all her yesterday was re painted with a fresh bunch of love like that of the tulips. Years passed and though they went through hell lot of ups and downs but God protected them together with a  fear in each other’s heart of not losing the love of their life. Through thick and thin she stuck by his side and flamed inside them was the urge to be together.  Love was all lit up again in the air.

The plaster saints, the hum bugs of the population who praises the epitome of love- ‘Radha Krishna’ went dead against their marital belief. The preaching and practices had a big bridge of difference in between. They tried every bits and pieces to apart the two. The chilly-lemon flavor took a heinous turn of being used in black magics and undesirable situations to break the bond they shared. As she left behind her ageing parents who had always respected her decisions about her life,  one day they asked her to step back at her place . She had no other option but a yes to their decision as staying back for what is still dicey for her partner’s thought process and In a way losing her parents amidst the odd would be not so justified.

Days are being counted till the hours of separation and once again promises are being made of meeting a month’s time and going for trips and that he would be coming down to her place to own her.

She smiles to herself and these words sooth her mind. But deep inside when the room is dark and the sound of the ticks of the clock hits her ears and she removes her locks from her face she calms herself with a note so cool alert. The alert of the fate, the alert of the experiences that yesterday taught her ,the alert of reality which whispers the only words–“He won’t return”.

Borrowing the words of Mirza Ghalib “Rahi na taaqat-e-guftar aur agar ho bhi

                                                                            To kis umeed oe kahiye ke arzuu kya hain”….