This post has been published by me as a part of the Blog-a-Ton 26; the 26th Edition of the online marathon of Bloggers; where we decide and we write. To be part of the next edition, visit and start following Blog-a-Ton. The topic for this month is 'That Last Night'.
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She ran away as if wishing to never see me again. I stood there, regretting my decision of waiting to propose her on the farewell night. Perhaps, love doesn't need an occasion, it just happens, no rhyme, no reason, it just happens!
The rain was getting harder by the minute. When everyone was busy clicking pictures and promising to stay in touch, it was time for me to get back to the hostel. Those 20 minutes were the longest 20 minutes I've ever had. When I let out the emotion I had kept in my heart for the past 4 years, I felt betrayed by hands of fate.
The intensity in the hostel was amazing with loud music being played and plans about going out for the night being made. It was no longer the place I had been living in for the past so many months. Everything about that night seemed different, completely in contrast to how I thought it to be. I looked out from my window and could see the joy and happiness around, which somehow wasn't the case with me.
I could not sleep the entire night. It was around 6 in the morning that I moved out of my room. The hostel was quiet for the first time in the last 24 hours. The emotion of farewell had got to everybody. Now, the very thought of not being able to live in that place, curse the mess food, the hygiene, every possible feeling started to creep in.
Looking down from the third floor, the place we used to play cricket would soon be taken over by our juniors. Those peacocks moving around the hostel will not be the first sights in the morning anywhere. The chirping of birds would never be heard so clearly. That rush to make it to mess timings for meals would not be there. There won't be any queue to have food, neither would anyone steal the sweet dish from your plate.
It is strange how memories can come flooding to you in a second and leave you in a moment when the last thing you want is solitude!
All this while when I was embraced by the memories I thought I would never cherish, my phone beeped and it was a message from her reading......
I really did not know what to say when you proposed me, so I thought I would just write everything so that you don't misunderstand me. I have kept that piece of paper on the attached to the tree where we met today. Reach there soon, it's really windy out there.
I took off like a guy with tail set on fire, wishing I would also get to meet her one last time. I reached there soon and took the letter.
Looking down from the third floor, the place we used to play cricket would soon be taken over by our juniors. Those peacocks moving around the hostel will not be the first sights in the morning anywhere. The chirping of birds would never be heard so clearly. That rush to make it to mess timings for meals would not be there. There won't be any queue to have food, neither would anyone steal the sweet dish from your plate.
It is strange how memories can come flooding to you in a second and leave you in a moment when the last thing you want is solitude!
All this while when I was embraced by the memories I thought I would never cherish, my phone beeped and it was a message from her reading......
I really did not know what to say when you proposed me, so I thought I would just write everything so that you don't misunderstand me. I have kept that piece of paper on the attached to the tree where we met today. Reach there soon, it's really windy out there.
I took off like a guy with tail set on fire, wishing I would also get to meet her one last time. I reached there soon and took the letter.
If the night was not enough, this was another shocker for me.
I looked at rain gods as if hoping for them to masquerade my tears yet again with the raindrops.
The farewell night turned out to be my last meeting with her eventually, leaving some memories to be cherished and a few lessons to be learnt.
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