Resonance of time.


It had been 20 years. While she sat on the chilly bench outside the railway station, she glanced at the abandoned staircase where they last met. She wasn’t sad, but there was this sense of incompleteness. Once in a week, she sat in the same place looking at the same staircase. Not hoping that he would come, but for the joy that she got just by strolling down that memory lane. He was special, different and caring. The last time they met, he tried to kiss her, but she pulled away. It didn’t hurt him, because he knew she was going through the same pain as he was. She could still see the 20 year old him, running away in a hurry to catch the next train. She wanted to stop him, but she didn’t. All his life he whined about being this little guy who no one cared about, and this was the time he could have changed that. She, more than anyone else wanted that.
She had a smile when he left, a smile which was full of love but so full of loss. The fear in her did not reflect a bit in that smile. Her consciousness screamed. There was a sudden void. Something inside her gave up that day. “Things will not be the same” she murmured under her breath.
All this time a part of her missed him, but she always wished the best for him. She was a widow now. Nevertheless, she did not lose her faith in love. She believed in that mystery, she had always been a believer. After an hour of cherishing those memories she would get up, close the book and wait for a while. 20 years and the book’s cover had come off, but she managed to tape it like a bruise, waiting to heal itself. It was a novel by Tim O’ Brian and he had forgotten to take it back from her. It was the last piece of him that she had.
She tried hard, to pull herself back up for him, to believe in what she didn’t. But she missed her step and tripped when she gave their love a definition. As nonsensical as it was, it was beautiful. Both of them respected every aspect of it. In all her glory, she was the strongest, to take a fall or a hit from the wildest of the storms. He loved her, not only for who she was but also for what she believed in. He was in love with her thoughts, her mind as well as her soul. What kind of love? The kind where he wanted to be one with her. Be one with her body and her bones.
With misty eyes she turned back to see a tall person, the dimmed dusk blurred his face. She froze, as if she knew who he was. Petrified and unmovable, she gripped the book tightly. He walked forward, closer to her. 20 years became just a number. He had grown a beard and had a pony that she always hated. “Did you ever complete the book?” he asked. “Over a hundred times” she chuckled with teary eyes. There was no music except for the whistling wind. He held her by the waist and hugged her. The dilemma, the fear, the expectations, the disappointments, all were gone.
“I was right here, after you left”, he said. He visits the railway station just after she had left every week. Expecting to build up the courage to face her. While she kept resenting her own feelings, she was trying to do the same. She dropped the book, when he held her face. The kiss brought back a million memories. There was nothing to be afraid of now. Purity remained in their eyes.
“I have made chicken curry for you” he said.

“I can’t be more hungry” she chuckled.

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