The room was taken by a cyclone... that was her. She was leaving the PG with a dream in her eyes. A dream to fly high and beyond. A dream she had cherished forever. Her energy was contagious. After days of cribbing and nagging , the day had come come when she would fly onsite. She was so full of laughter and joy. Chocolates and treats all around. Our room was adorned by gifts, suitcases, vessels, masalas and ofcourse , her lifeline, cosmetics.
The whole PG was abuzz with her swearing , yelling , laughing . It was so happy all around. For 3 days on the trot, we packed and unpacked. Shopped and shopped. And finally came the day. We stuck labels on to the bags ... felt like the last brush strokes on a masterpiece. We went out to eat. She couldn't stop fooling around in the restaurant. We just wont stop talking.
The cab driver had already arrived. When he called , we realised we were really running late. We stuffed our mouths with the voluminous parathas , paid off the bill and fled the place. Sipping probably the last ginger tea that we may have together , we reached the PG. Our friends , who rushed back from office to bid her goodbye, were waiting for us.
Now came the hardest part. Both physically and mentally . As I dragged her larger than life suitcases out of the PG, they somehow felt more and more heavier. I dont know if it was my heart or the suitcases but something surely wasnt weighing the same. Most girls in the PG stood back in shock as most of them were unaware that she was leaving. Finally she came down . Started saying her byes. Then she turned and hugged me . I couldnot stop the tears which still fog my eyes as I write about them. As she left in the cab I did not know whom to turn to . I looked for a shoulder I could push my drenched eyes into. But my room mates could just manage to give me an empty pat on the back.
Suddenly I felt vaccum around me. I felt the way Y must have felt when I and P left for Pune. I didnot know whom to turn to . So, I started reading her fashion magazine that she left back. When she called back , both of us , we were so choked that we could not talk. I changed and drowned myself into the bed.
When I got up today morning , there was no one by the bed ironing her clothes. I could not smell the agarbatti she lit early in the morning when she prayed. When I crossed the road , there was no one by my side who could help me cross. I never thought it would be so difficult not to miss her.
Hope we meet soon M! That too in Delhi , when we see your next dream come true...
Ciao ! Have a safe trip ... Enjoy your stay there :)
