It was so much of a time he hadn't seen her.
He missed her really tough and longed for the good old days.
He did not hear anything of her recently and was likely to never, nevertheless he found himself awaiting for her sign.
He was a man firm and courageous, strong enough to confront all the tribulations of his life.
Homelessness, joblessness, loneliness, to recall a few.
He had been through all these.
But yet this separation was a too much for him.
Yes, she was his weakest point.
He was devastated, he was serene, but he had a guarantee of her comeback, and that was the only thing which had kept him going.
And one fine day, whoa! there she was!
He was dazzled by her pretty bright yellow dress as he found her sitting with her legs crossed.
There he caught Mr. Sun red-handed, or orange-handed to be precise, touching her skin warmly and gently.
He was envious, infuriated, and helpless as well.
But then he saw Ms. Breeze trying her best to keep this young girl cool and snug enough to be nested.
It was a sigh of relief.
He kept a distance to be invisible and started gazing at her.
How he wished to stand there all his life!
How he wished to travel against the time!
The beauty that he was going to witness at the present was the only thing of reminiscence to be in his future.
He noticed how the silky and untied hair of her merged beautifully onto her wide shoulders.
Her bare and golden neck flushed so sexy that every man on earth would go on knees.
Her soft, moist and luscious skin was an elixir of life.
The pair of thin well-carved eyebrows neighboured by a sharp yet soft little nose seemed to him like no less than a bow and arrow.
Her pink cheeks looked just as fresh as apples do in the early winters.
The gloss on her tender wet lips stood tantalizing enough to beckon a wandering honey bee.
Her eyes sparkled in sunshine like brown diamonds and matched with her garnet earrings.
The colourful nail arts on her delicate buttery fingers definitely added the aesthetic appeal.
She lit the surroundings successfully with her radiance like a star does in its galaxy.
As he glided through her features he received goosebumps which he had craved for life.
Stricken by her splendid beauty, he managed to unstick his eyes from her, though for a while, and took a moment to admire her girlish looking baguette that rested on her lap like a baby does on its mom's.
He thought, in retrospection, how luckiest and happiest on earth he was when they were good friends.
There was not a single day, or a minute actually, when they did not talk.
Her pinging him all the day, their late night chats on Whatsapp, the exchange of their eye contacts in their workplace, their sharing of smiles and laughs, his proposal to her on one fine day, her bewildering as a response, their small fights and the patch-ups thereafter, her sulking, her tantrums, and his consolation, he recalled all of these.
"How fantastic it would have been if I was congenial for her as her life partner.
She is beautiful indeed, but what if she was bold too?
She would have certainly held my hand without giving a damn to this demanding society.
She too loves me, I know, but she will never go against the social norms.
If only she was made for me and not for any other guy in this planet", he talked to himself.
He reflected when and where things messed up between the two.
And now she was sitting there isolated wearing a sober expression and he felt difficult to approach her.
But finally, he gathered some audacity.
He started walking towards her.
The attraction of her was so intense that it seemed that it was only him and her and nobody else in this world.
And then suddenly the train arrived, blowing a rasping horn, making him realise how crowded the platform actually was.
She stood up immediately and rushed towards the halting coach.
He followed hastily.
But alas, it was a waste.
She entered the ladies compartment and he was left standing there in dismay.
He cursed this world so cruel that it never missed a chance to torment him.
It did now, as it always did, separate him from his happiness.
The train wasn't going to stop there for all his life.
It was there for just a matter of seconds.
And it was this hard time where he needed to make a choice.
Either he was to break the ground and hop into the compartment and ask her for a lifetime company.
Or he was to stand there stone-still, simply letting her go and fretting himself for the rest of his life.
But he chose the latter.
Because he did not want to bother her anymore.
She was a young lady too immature to take a call on life concerns, especially relationships.
Even if had he made her to have a thought about him, it was pretty obscure for how long she would not relent.
That is why he did not exert himself this time trying to stop her getting away.
He had always failed to do so, earlier.
He did not think of chasing her now, neither did he make any attempt to make her catch notice of him throughout the course of this invisible encounter.
Because he knew that she is now indifferent anyway, as she had always been.
Hence, she disappeared and he was in desolation yet again.
She was nowhere to be seen.
The platform, the place, the whole world relapsed to emptiness.
The moment of joy was ended.
He was left with nothing save the nuances of this memoir and a hope.
A hope that someday she will return to leave him never ever.
A hope that someday she will be mature enough to understand him.
And a hope that someday she will not be indifferent towards him.
Then he opened his eyes in a dread.
He found his wife peacefully asleep next to him.
His heart was pumping and racing like a baby's without its mom.
But as soon as he watched her tranquil face, he felt secured and was soothed.
Because he knew that she was the one who would, for sure, never ever leave him.
Because she was not indifferent like this young lady; he did matter a lot for her.
And as he smiled in content, he did not know when he resumed his sleep, but now with indifference.
--- Sumiet
