“To meet and depart is the way of life!
…to depart and meet is the Hope of life”
The quote is written on every corner of the college. It is a farewell day, last page of the most beautiful chapters of our life’s book. Ankit heart carries cocktail of emotions. The mere thought of leaving all the friends behind and being confined inside a stupid workplace-cubicle makes him sick and distraught.
He adjusts his tuxedo looking at the washroom mirror. He is kind of nervous.
“I got to do this, at least today” He said to mirrored Ankit.
He takes his phone, rereads the drafted message. His finger waves across the send button, he is still half minded. He closes his eyes. His façade carries I-made-up-my-mind sort of look. He taps the send button. Message is being sent! Delivered!
Sruthi is toying with the half emptied coke bottle. She is watching her friends who are swaying with the rhythm of some old western melody. But her mind traverses aimlessly.
This is the last day of my college life… I can’t go home leaving things half done. I should have done it before. How stupid I was! She is thinking.
Her eyes brimmed with tears. Her mind flits back to the moments she had with Ankit.
Beeps of her phone brought her back to the present. It is a message from Ankit. Her heart skips a beat. She opens it with her shaky hand….
“Can I meet U up in 30 mints?
Pls come to Technical Library”
They silently stood for a while inside the dimly lit Library. They know they got to tell a lot, but something refrains.
“I am sorry; we could have got things patched up in between us. It was me who stood in the way, now I regret it”. Ankit mouthed looking away from her.
They couldn’t meet each other’s eyes.
“Please don’t be…” Sruthi trails off, she is almost broken down. She composed herself.
“You are not the only to be blamed on Ankit, I deserve as well” Her voice is getting feeble.
“I am not sure we would ever go to meet again after this night” Ankit tries hard to beat the lump inside his throat so that he could squeeze out the words stuck there. He is fighting his tears.
“We had a break up Ankit; things wouldn’t have been like this, had we tried to get rid of our ego and complexes. What we had been through till then was like a lovely reverie. I am gonna cherish it forever”
Sruthi is turning out be kind of logical… She wished she couldn’t be.
“When you are getting to States?” Sruthi tries to switch the topic.
“Probably next month”
She hugs him tightly, keeps mum. She turns around and strolls away… Not that she has done with what she wanted to say but she is so much exhausted by the flurry of emotions she has been handling.
He hopes, she would stop and turn around.
She expects that he would call out from behind to stop her… But neither happened!
They simply watch their love being slipped off…