‘You need a haircut, it's like horse's tail in the end’- she said.
'I don't have both time and money to spend right now’- I replied.
'Come here’- she said approaching with a giant pair of scissors in her hand, probably which tailors use to cut clothes with.
I didn't run. There was no point of doing that as she would outrun me. Though lean and thin but she was much stronger.
I woke up to the reality. No one was around me. No hostel room. The walls looked different too. It was a dream again of my friend and I was home.
Almost over 8 months now, since she left the hostel without saying a word to me and never contacted again.
My college time best friend with whom I shared my darkest secrets, one fine day disappeared into the thin air. No other friend knowing about her whereabouts. No response from any of the contacts she had given me. None of her own working as well. No response from anyone in the family. No one answered at the home address I'd found in the directory. No idea whether or not she's alive. Nothing!
Frustrating isn't it?
Filled with rage?
Feeling dejected?
You won't know how I feel.
We had been together for years, in all our ups and downs, in sickness and in health, with love and laughter growing the unconditional bond of trust.
Yet she's gone with no clue behind.
No hint of trouble and no tinge of despair.
No trail behind for me to follow.
I am living with it everyday now, some days awake and some nights in dreams.
I always loved her eyes until now for I feel betrayed by them. Life has been a constant turmoil since then.
During the initial weeks I used to dream of a dark lonely passage with her being at the other end. I would try to walk towards her but the passage ended into a bright light burning my eyes. I used to wake up scared.
The next following weeks were spent dreaming of atrocities of our country. Tears rolling out of my eyes in sleep.
My thoughts crowded with fears regarding her well being.
But I didn't want to give up.
So I have decided to stay here at the other end of the tunnel hoping for her return.
Along the support of her dreams again, this time all the happy and fun-filled ones.
Also, with my fingers crossed!
QOTD- Has anyone of you ever been in my shoes?
Auldrin
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