…. And a part of me still lives in the wishful thinking that may be, just may be this was all a lie.
That somehow, in all these years, you have been preparing to give me my life’s biggest surprise.
A part of me is still not ready to let to of all those things you once confided in Akshay. That no matter where we go and what we do in our lives, our love will still rise.
A part of me which still believes that somewhere down the road, another “Reverie” moment is awaiting the both of us.
That someday, you will show me the door to our happy moments just like you showed me that wallet I gifted you on your birthday. The same wallet you had been saving for 9 months much while pretending that you never received it in the first place.
But then that was you. Could I blame you for segeregating the good memories from the bad when the very relationship you earned those memories from was at stake and your very individuality was the cost that you had to pay for it? I couldn’t.
Deep inside my heart, I always knew you did the right thing. You kept our individual existences above our relationship. I couldn’t understand it then. And I can’t say that I completely understand it now, but I can at least reason with your decision.
It’s funny how we keep looking for answers all around us, but never within ourselves.
Yes, it is one of those moments when the very thoughts of you are tearing again into my brain and this worm of memories is getting the better of me.
It is almost dawn now and all my demons are rushing back inside, hiding from those rays of light that they fear, will blind their vision.
Moments have passed by and there is no sunrise yet. And as I heard the rain drops falling on the window sill, it became clearer to me why darkness is always associated with grief.
The demons are rejoicing.
The night weeps.
“Rain always comes with melancholy.”