A tear trickled down Ciara’s eyes and fell on my hands. She got up picked her cell and her keys went towards the gate and vanished.
It was just in seconds. She was talking properly, I didn’t tell her anything, she wasn’t angry, she was smiling then what happened. The thoughts circled my mind throughout the night. I tried to call her but her cell was switched off she wasn’t online. I was very much worried about her. I was almost near to burst out in tears and then I dozed off.
I got up at 9 o’clock the next day and all the last day thoughts occupied their rightful position in my mind. I was tired, exhausted and jaded of the problems. Our relation had been for 2 years and problems every third day but this was something very bizarre. I went to her house and waited for an hour but anyone neither came to the balcony nor out of the house. “Where the **** have they gone”, I thought in my mind and then I saw her father and mother returning home in their car. I went back of their building. She was not in the car and her cell switched off. I was in a mood that couldn’t be explained. Only a true lover with a lost heart, problematic life and a worn out mind could understand my feeling.
I got back home and sat to study. I couldn’t concentrate. I called my friend for going for a walk but later refused to go. All I could do was to sit and find a clue to this problem. I didn’t know what it was so I couldn’t solve it also. That day passed next day passed and then the next month and six consecutive years passed. For first few months I had completely ruined my life but as time passed my wounds started healing. I was now 21 and I had started an espresso bar. Ciara was not now a part of my mind. She was now to me a girl for whom I had ruined my life.
One day I was sitting at the billing counter and my eyes fell on the gate. A girl or rather say a beautiful girl wearing white t shirt and blue denim entered my shop. I had a crush on her. I went to her table and when she saw me the menu dropped from her hand. I was amazed. “Am I so good looking”. I thought but the next moment I also recognized her she was Ciara. My life, my heart. She couldn’t say anything and I too. For about two minutes we just stared each other, our eyes were facing each other and we came closer to each other every second. When our lips were just one cm away I came back to my sense and when I looked around I saw everyone was gazing at us. I asked her if we could go for a walk. She agreed and we went. I had completely forgotten about the day we had met the last. Neither she told about it nor did I ask. I had got my love once more and my thinking which had changed before got back to the same. I started loving her. We talked to each other for quiet a long time and then she had to go somewhere so she went away. I was very happy, excited and the original Akash. I returned home and was in my best mood. I took out my guitar, washed my bike, listened to songs, danced and also played on my psp. I felt that I was the same person I was six years before.
The next day as planned we met in a café. I was very much excited about this date. We were talking to each other and I wanted to know now why she left that day. I asked her but she told she couldn’t tell. I pleaded her and after around 12 minutes of continuous pleading, begging and imploring she agreed. She told that she had been cheating me. She loved me but loved another guy more than me. She couldn’t be away from any of us but the day before that day the guy kissed her and she realized what she had been doing so she went away and got admitted to a hostel in a new town. I was terror-struck and bewildered and taken aback. The coffee was not coming down from my throat and I went away. I went home and slept. I woke up at night 2 o’clock. I was not in any mood to sleep. I felt like crying. I went outside and saw the last day’s newspaper and began to read. When I came to the third page the newspaper slipped from my hand. It read –“a girl named ciara found dead in the bank of the river” and a smiling face of her……..!!!!!
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