THE LAST DATE
[5/31, 9:25 PM] Naina: Hey.
[5/31, 9:27 PM] Vishnu: Hi.
[5/31, 9:35 PM] Naina: You are in the city?
[5/31, 9:36 PM] Vishnu: Yes, what happened?
[5/31, 9:50 PM] Naina: Can we meet?
[5/31, 9:51 PM] Vishnu: Tomorrow at 6, the Same Place?
[5/31, 9:57 PM] Naina: Ok, done. See you there.
I borrow a red shirt with checks from my room-mate and put on a pair of chinos below. I wait for a couple of minutes at the same place before I see her. She turns up in a casual outfit, blue jeans and a white tee’. I look at her and realize how she looks completely different from her Instagram pictures. She doesn’t require filters, I tell to myself.
She: Hi, Vishnu. The place looks nicer.
He: Thanks, you look amazing too.
When I say it I realize what has happened. I had prepared for this meeting overnight. I promised to not be cheesy; in fact, not to open up at all. In my head I heard “you look nice”, but I realize it a tad later what she actually said. She caught me off guard and I sympathize to myself.
She: “Are you alright?”
I get lost in the flashbacks. My mind being full of things, I lose the plot I had set overnight.
The place seemed to be different; we weren’t holding hands anymore.
We broke up, we said to ourselves.
I ask her what she would like, and call the waiter.
She: “I will have a tea.”
Me: “Tea? Sure?” I almost forget we were meeting after 2 years.
She: “Yesssss” she says with a nod.
Me: “1 tea and a coffee” I say to the waiter.
We could see the difference, We could see the changes.
I couldn’t hear the surping sounds anymore while she drank tea. She would do it with the coffee, I tell to myself.
She: “So how is it going?”
Me: “What is going?”
She: “Your relationship with her?”
Me: “What? Which girl?” How does she know, nobody knows it. I almost freak out.
She: “With that girl you post pics on Instagram.”
I am left with nothing to reply. How on earth can someone know about it?
She: “I was asking about your college, dude!” She laughs out loud.
Me: “It’s going good. I’ll have my exams soon.”
She: “When did you start to talking about exams?”
Me: “Since everyone started leaving me.”
Silence. Silence. Silence again.
She wasn’t being charming anymore. She gave me sympathetic looks. We drank in silence.
We were about to leave.
She: “I am sorry Vishnu, sometimes we become victim of circumstances. We are left with no choice”
She gives me a hug. How can she hug me in public I question myself. I shed a tear, I can feel her weeping to. We leave the table. We don’t say good-bye to each other.
Later that night I dial her number and tell her those three magical words. “I forgive you”
People leave you but they leave a part of themselves inside you.