“Don’t go too far; don’t go so that I can’t see you”
“Will you remember this day?”
“How long do I have to remember it?” came the reply
He said, “try to remember it always, remember that you and I made this journey that we went together to a place where there was nowhere left to go“
The mist was covering his eyes. He was trying to focus his eyes behind his specs so that he can see in the fog. A sense of chillness can be felt around. He cleans his specs again and again due to the moist forming by heavy breathing because of treading the pathway to nearest bus stop. He looks over the signs of any life at this late hour. Still the scurrilous fog was not permitting anyone to enter. He pushes both hands in his jacket to take some warmth from the inside of his body. It does helps a bit but the darkness pretending to be his friend was weakening him. Suddenly a hand comes and pulls him out from the mystic river. His heart suddenly bumps and exhales silent scream. The anonymity of moment takes him aback.
He gasps questioning “who are you?”
Disillusioning him and the anonymity, headlights of far bus makes everything near him shine with vociferous intensity speaking a far distant story. His eyes stretches, his lips twisted. He sees a feminine beauty, white cloth savoring her skin. In this weather also he can see the minuscule drops of perspiration on her neck giving a feel as she just came out of shower and going to dry, hair fidgeting with and flirting with those…”those eyes” a darken land it felt prohibiting the trespassers. It appeared many have tried to indulge in the deed to elude the shades of those soporific eyes.
However something was missing, something disturbing, this hand of angel… did it came to save him? A smirk on her dry lips flows, perhaps…perhaps…something is unsaid…something she wishes to say. He comes near her evading all fears but what is this, why she is trying to keep a distance? He starts pacing towards her and she eluding…but why?
Now the question in his mind changes from why she caught him …pulled him…to why she is getting away.
Unknown streets he crosses and she running with the same intensity…they take many corners sometimes it felt he lost her…but then again the spark of some light from distant gives him ‘her’ location. Suddenly she slows down on a dead end .Overjoyed he increases his pace .but as soon he was going to hold her hand she takes a flight in air…In a moment of reaction he jumps…and drops on the earth with clutched hand…perplexed. He feels his hand moist…moist with the drops of her perspiration…he gets up rubbing his thumb and fingers feeling the moistness of her in his hand.
Somewhere near… the light again beams as if sounding premorse…
P.S: This is not a story. Characters here are emotions personified…