The Mystery Day

                                                                                                                                      As she was about to leave, he wanted few hours from her vitality (life) .He was her best friend, her trust and her confusing priority, she was willing to do anything for him.

Life is sometimes confusing and sometimes fascinating.

Her life was exhausting and winded up in the world of her confused sanity.

She was puzzled if she should be doing this or she should just walk away from the question of confusion! She was scared of the future and was scared of hurting someone close .Then that man held her hands and whispered in her ears- ‘I need few hours from your life for just once and for the last time before you go...I love you...and I know that you do not, and you don't have to say anything about it’.

 While fighting with her inner fears and insecurities, she closed her eyes, took a deep breath and gave herself to him. She gave her body, mind and soul.

It feels as if the day was designed for them, it was meant to happen.

Hunger called. While she was in the kitchen preparing a midday meal, he sang a song that he wrote for her. He played and sang in such a beautiful way that tears came into her eyes. She wanted to embrace that man firmly and wanted to say Thank You but she did not, she kept her feelings with herself, because she knew it that she can never give another promise to anyone. So instead of looking at his face she concentrated on the meal.

What was it? Love? Indication? Hint?

Whatever that was, it changed her life. It changed her relationship with the man she was with. She thought everything will blow away like the passing wind and the circumstances would be back to normal again, but she did not realise that, that day changed everything.

Her world was already complicated and the current situation made it even more. Loving another guy was something she would have never thought of but it happened and it changed everything and could not do anything about it.

                                                                                                     

                                                                                           - Heena Singh