Miss She

     Things were turning way better than she’d expected in her life. WONDER!! She halted her heart at life’s entrance. Death was smiling. She wanted to live this time. The blade echoed, “Pick me up if you want him to live”. The dark crimson blood was flooding out of her cheeks…..TRANCE! Yeah! She was in a sorrowful stupor. She felt him near her…..an imaginary touch of his fingers on her cheeks quenched her soul….she was fainting…..she smelled his absent body…..she lay in a miasma….she tasted his tongue on her lips …..she was dying…..she squeezed all the scrunched strength from her body and opened her eyes….he was standing there…..just like always….arms wide open…..smiling as usual, innocent….. hair ruffled in carelessness…..eyes carrying an unfathomed mystery…..he was standing there…..arms wide open for his ‘priceless possession’…..she smiled…..and death hugged her…..

     “Ma’am, your hot chocolate.” “Ah! Yeah!” The coffee-boy placed her order on the table. It smelled the same; exactly the kind she had had with him on their last meeting. She stared through the haze of hot chocolate.

     “You’re cordially invited to the marriage of Mr. Shahz Shaguft and Ms. Meera Karmic on April 5, 2009. Venue…..” The card slipped from her hands. She left the letter box open and slowly sauntered inside her house.

    “Hey sweetheart, I hope you’ve received the wedding card…..Chocolate, be there from 1st itself at my place…..You gotta help your friend out honey! Mwaaaaah!” The answering machine gelled grief on her frozen heart.

     The water was cold. She didn’t use geyser tonight. Water drops trickled through her hair. She soon vanished in the pelting of shower drops on the marble floor.

     She is with him. It is raining beautifully. It feels awesome. So romantic! Rains have always turned her on, and it was him too today with her. He sang “ I just called to say I love you”. He’d sing it often for her. She just couldn’t handle the emotions…..smooch…..whisperings, “I love you Purple”.  “I love you Shahz, I just love you a lot”…..wild smooch. Raindrops play enchantment in love.….his wet fingers tickle her waist, slowly rekindling every cell in her skin…..creeping beneath her drenched dress they leave a sensual feel everywhere they touch…..STRIKE!! There’s lightening in the sky…..

     She revives from her reverie; comforts her body in the bathing gown.  Did she cry or are these shower drops? She checks in the mirror.

     “I love your eyes. They provoke me.”

     SHATTER!! She hit the perfume bottle against the mirror. Enough is enough. Why can’t she forget him? Love? Do you really think it is love? Its 2009, think again, emotions, love, feelings, can they be so deep? Ah! Yeah! It’s just a phase, mood swings, heartbreaks and all you know.

      “You’ve received a message.” She checked her cell phone with shivering fingers. Cold bath you see! “Your message memory is full” She browses through 131 messages to delete some…..

     “…..right now at home…..watching a movie and during breaks I watch your pic, missing you. Mwaaaaah”- 14.6.2007 01:04 hrs

     “My concert just finished…..wish you were there…..anyways I am very happy today…..kissess…..yours and only yours Shahz”-13.5.2008 23:41 hrs

     She’d saved each and every message of his. Not a single message in the inbox was from any other number but his’.

     “Presently I love you very much because of the person you are. But marriage would be too hard to be possible. All I want is for you to be happy. Tin Tin J” 23.10.2008 14:23 hrs.

     It was the breakup message. But he loved her, she knew it. She still let him go. She trusted her love.  Unlike his explanation, her love wasn’t feeble to lay at destiny’s clemency, and she stuck to it even without his physical presence.

     He grew sad; lost a friend. “Insecurity of losing love makes you lose the friend in them. But the insecurity of losing the friend in them makes you mistakenly fall in love with them”- 25.10.2007 10:32 hrs.

     She agreed to remain friends; she’d smelled solitude in his soul.

     “BEEP BEEP. Message memory is full.” She threw the mobile and caught up with some sleeping pills and tried hard to think nothing.

     TRIIIIING. TRIIIIING. She suddenly woke up. Someone was on the door. Her head was aching hard. She got up holding her head in her feminine fingers.

     “Where have you been? Oh my God! You don’t look fine. Everything all right?” Shahz questioned pressing his fingers with caress on her cheeks. “Yeah! Fine. Just headache. But how come you are here?” “ Wow!! You weren’t answering a single call. Neither did you reply to any voice messages since two days…..” “Two days??” “Yeah! Two days. Are you having fever Purple? I hope you know today is 2 April.” Oh! So she’d been asleep for whole one day!

     Today she was dressed like a bride. Dressed to kill! She flowered the couple consistently while the Panditji was chanting shlokas (religious recitations) for ‘saath phere’ ( seven religious circumferences, in front of Mother Fire, to vow a marriage till Eternity).

     Both of them must be alone right now. After all, it’s their first night of marriage. He’d be lost in her eyes. She would have kissed him all over, bit his ears, he loved it.

     “How come you failed to notice her?” Police enquired the coffee-boy. “Sir, she took the corner table facing the sea. I placed my order and went. After some time I saw her head down on the table. I thought she’s waiting for somebody. Almost after three hours I went to her. And I saw blood all over the table. Her hair smeared in blood and her cheek, there was no cheek, an excruciating concave sight instead of it, all sliced callously with blade.”

     “She is dead”, coming out from the ICCU, the doctor informed the police.

     “Close the file Edison! It’s a clear suicide case!”

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