A pat on your shoulder means somebody needs your attention. When it’s from the back, we must turn our heads for some time.
I saw something when I turned- a face that’s a part of my memory. But it wasn’t a part of my story. My part of the story was either gone, or yet to arrive. But I stood there for some time, and then moved in the wrong direction, to the right place. Onwards.
“Lose her, it’s not your fault.”
“When the past knocks, say you’re not at home.”
“You don’t want to see her again, tell her.”
When hours speak to me, I must listen. The less important things in life are what I like to call resistances. Faces are some resistance but I might want to believe she has changed things in a single meeting. An escape from routine might seem obvious for the moment. I might want to ignore a few creative calls, deter from a few plans. But all of this must not happen if I want to succeed. Besides, she doesn’t need me anyway. But as they say, when it comes back, it comes back harder than ever.
Text message- *Hello, I watched your favourite movie today. Is it still your favourite?”
She watched it? All those years she kept denying, but now!
*Did you like it?
*Meet me, I’ll tell you.
*Not today, I’ll be out of town. Sorry.
*I’ll be waiting. Same place as yesterday.
I must tell her the truth. It’s easier now than it was that day. I put a cringe on me, and leave for a surprise- a bad one for her. Can I pay back? Her way of course.
“Can I ask you something?” I made it clear that I was in no mood to talk about movies. That’s everything I ever talk about, but she’s a waste of time.
“You look pale, thin, and dull. Are you okay?”
“And you look tensed. Are you okay?”
“I didn’t want to come. But I had to ask this question.”
“Time has got the better of me. I took a break because I was exhausted. This is the exhaust that you’re seeing. And you could be the break I need.”
“I’m doing good without you. Everything is perfect in my life and things don’t change in a day. It’s been the same for six years now.”
“Do you remember everything?”
“Good or bad?”
“Are you imitating me?”
“I couldn’t possibly be as bad as you, even if I tried.”
“See, it’s coming together. Things converge this way,”
“If convergence means an end, I’m here to end it.”
“So this is it? This is why you came?”
“I came for a thing. Not for a person. Do you get the difference?”
“What is that thing you want to take away from this meeting? You hardly said anything yesterday. But today it seems you’ve come prepared…….and since when did you learn to be boring?”
“When the story gets boring, you need to end it.”
“Maybe keep it for some other day. Can I see you again tomorrow? Same place. Will you turn up?”
I must not.