I saw Megha. For a
short while, we sat together on the classroom bench. Eye meeting the eye, they locked. Hearts chained; reminiscing the beautiful
moments in the years gone by……….My books that I gave her, my poems, my dreams,
my sorrows, my happiness, my heart all I tried vainly to take back.
Our love affair of five years was
ending.
She could not break aside the handcuffs of
caste and creed. She couldn’t untie the
tangled knots of family obligations. She
is but a women; of delicate disposition.
She said: “Let’s
forget everything’’
I kept looking into her eyes that revealed
such a largeness of mind like the vast ocean.
How can I forget everything?. The
dreams we weaved (on our solitary island. In solitude), the feather of many
colours we formed from the broken bangles, the times we stood watching the love
birds retire towards the horizon across the magnificent dusk and the images of
ourselves we discovered among the handiwork of the clouds. How can I forget it all. ?
I can’t forget any of
this. I don’t want to forget
anything. I will store it in among the
treasure trove of memorize as if the feather of a peacock. Her façade became melancholic. Droplets of love appeared at the corners of
her eyes.
I said: “This is a beautiful instance in
one’s lifetime. An instant when hearts
touch and merge. Isn’t the yearning to
become one and the aching throb and anguish of the heart not being able to
consummate this love exquisite. ?
We parted.
I casually walked along the front of the busy college entrance hoping we
would meet again someday somewhere,
maybe one day she would abandon all ties and come in search of me………….
By evening, I reached
my friend’s house. He was penning the
experiences of the day. He closed the
diary and started to speak. About love,
of unrequited love, of its sweetness and anguish. We walked through paths on which darkness
hung like pools. Our hearts discomfited,
he recited lyrics on separation.
There an evening we lost. The end of a chapter of our lives.
