A man around his 30 is sitting in the graveyard murmuring words perpetually. Thoughts running on his mind like a machine or a flow of water in the sea; following the memory from one place to another place. 

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A woman has been looking at him intently and passionately. Her eyes are winking unconsciously on a cold morning due to the cold breeze. Her jaw is tilting either of shock or the cold breeze. 

He is sitting on a bench, eyes closed, inhaling and exhaling longer. She eventually tries to come near him, sit near him, and talk to him out of her nervousness, but somehow she was afraid to disturb him. And like this standing like a statue, she became increasingly aware of time passing. And somehow, she finds the strength and says she is sorry for losing someone so special to him.

He doesn’t say anything for a long length of time. The man feels like he has been dreaming something. The noise that he heard seemed also a part of a dream.  She doesn’t know what to do at the Time. She is still standing, full of nervousness and pity that he didn’t say anything in return. She is shaking now from head to toe. She doesn’t know what to do. And eventually, she sits beside him on the bench; in rage or pity she doesn’t know. She observes the yard which is surrounded by lofty trees. And in between there are graves on which are put many beautiful flowers for the lost ones. Birds are singing and somewhere in the distance the water running noises is making the atmosphere more refreshing. She thinks how beautiful the view is and at the same time also dark ones from inside the people’s mind. She wonders how people look beautiful when they are either sad, or to themselves without acting like there is life when there isn’t.

She thinks she should leave now, pick up the bus and reach home on time. When she is about to leave, he opens his eyes, stops uttering words and she asks softly, ‘Hey, why are you here? Whom did you lose?’ 

Breeze is high and cold. Her hair is becoming uncanny and it made her eyes a bit colder.

My fiance died a few months back.’ Again there’s a pause. A long pause.  

He eventually says ‘But, how?’

‘Car accident’ she said in a low and frowning voice as though she had been saying the same thing for a long time. ‘And you?’

‘My girlfriend’

‘How?’

‘While … She ran from one place to another’ he still hasn’t looked at her. He hasn’t moved his eyes yet. Continuously looking either down or straight.

‘From where to where?’

‘From me to her new lover’

None of them speaks for a long pause. The atmosphere was changing. In the distance, thunder seems to be passing through. Clouds took place the heat and the sun. The breeze became as fast as their thoughts and memories. They both seemed to have the same memory of this particular clima around.

‘Do you come here everyday or?’

‘No, only today’ his voice was thick and heavy now.’ 

‘Do you still remember our together spent days?’

Now he opens his eyes and looks at her. ‘YES, every fucking day.’ his voice was so cold like melting ice. 

‘And YOU?’

‘Yes.’

Then why did you leave?

‘I don’t know. I still can’t find that answer.’

Again, none spoke for a long time. High wind made leaves drop from trees. The change in atmosphere made them think properly. They were together for a long time and she moved to another city for an internship and she found someone else. She still asks herself could a person love two people simultaneously. 

‘If I say ‘I still think about you perpetually, would you believe that?

‘I don’t know. I’m better this way. I like getting burned like this.’

‘But what if I say I would never leave you.’

‘Didn’t you say that before too?’ His eyes are burning like hell now. A tear fell from her eye to cheek. She wiped that out.

‘If you don’t care anymore then why did you arrive here?’ she eventually asks.

‘I don’t know. I woke up and took the bus. Perhaps,… I wanted to see you.’

‘I don’t understand on the one-hand you want to see me which says you miss me and on the other-hand you don’t wanna be with me.’

‘Please, tell me’ she hisses out of her nurverness now. ‘This coincidence has to have meant something, you know.’

He shook his head towards her and told her with the agony of years that ‘Tell me, you won’t blame me in future. Tell me you will be with me, no matter what. Tell me you care about me. Tell me — I won’t have to lose my self respect – you to stay.Tell me…tell me … tell me… fucking for the god’d sake tell meeeeee’ His eyes are wet now and tears are streaming and eventually says in a low voice ‘Tell me you …love me’ She stands up suddenly approaches him stands near him and covers his mouth by her hands. 

‘Yes, yes, …I …’

The End

~ Nikunj Virani

There will be second part too 😉