She has been life.
All moments. All humour. All romance. All drama.
Reasons for being her is too tough to imagine.
He doesn’t want to know the reasons. The reasons are not reasonable.
When nothing seems right,
When nothing is mere black and white,
She shows the face of light,
And he thinks it is ray of hope.
She is fair and has brown hair.
She is grey inside. Not white. Not black.
Pure and unadulterated grey.
Each drop of rain they shared,
Each part of air they breathed,
Each touch they experienced
And were memorable.
Memories fade away. People don’t.
Smile brighter than sunshine and tears like dew drops.
Hypnotised by the sheer charm and sparkling eyes and harsh sweet voice.
Each part of his life was sure to contain doubts and questions.
He ran away from each part. One at a time.
And then he met her.
This part, this part right here, he thought, has no doubts.
This part is full of answers he was searching for.
This is his favourite part.
He decided never to run away from this part.
He decided to hold it strong.
His hold was not firm enough or it was too firm.
He lost his grasp and his life.
Permanently crippled and eternally numb.
She said, “I am leaving you because I love you”.
And he used to think, ‘love’ is the reason, you never leave a person.
She left as she had more life to play with.
She left because monotony is not her style.
She left because she cannot part the air she is breathing.
She left because life is too short to stick to one thing you love.
And he used to think that life is too short a time to spend with love.
He wants to run away from this part of life.
She was the reason he wanted to stick.
She is the reason he wants to run away.
Irony of fate or cycle of Karma?