He stood alone in an isolated beach staring at the waves which looked beautiful under the moon light. It was freezing cold; he zipped up his jacket and put on the hood. He looked at his watch again to check the time which indicated its 11:45 PM. He knew that meant exact 15 more minutes to go for the clock to strike 12 and for him to repeat the ritual he had been following for the last seven years now.
He smiled to himself at the thought on how weird his colleagues thought it was for him to travel 6 hours to reach a Beach midnight on a pretense of wishing someone for their birthday. They always kept seeking explanations but he had never bothered to give any. He knew they would never follow him. Even today the breeze carried with it the memories that had gone by, the waves told the stories of the times they met. But as always, he felt the breeze and the waves after sometime did try to persuade him to leave the place. They kept reminding him of the last time they met.
She had told him that Time would heal everything with a completely unsure smile. When he had continued staring at her, he remembers she looked away. Then she told that she is pretty sure that later on in life once they move on, they both would laugh at the way their stories had unfolded. All he did was ask her to look at him and answer if she really thought that it would happen. But, she had chosen to leave it unanswered and walked away. He did tell her that day that life is wise and the world big enough to throw two people so apart that they never crossed each other’s path again.” At this, she had turned towards him, smiled and began walking away. And he had never asked her to stop.
As he stood here, he tried to make sense of what she had told him and wondered if she would have stopped if he had asked her to. All said and done he then knew that nothing in this world could unite them since he did not have the money to convince her parents and she did not have the courage to hurt them. Eventually, she did give up on him and chose to marry a random guy her parents’ chose whose wealth, name and fame according to them would keep her happy.
How he wished he was then as successful as he was now. Alas! 3 months later he had received her wedding card and life had been blur ever since. She had changed her residence and her contact number. All the mails he had sent to her bounced back. 7 years on but he did visit this place sometimes, just to wonder how would it be if things did not go so wrong that day. As he thought this the cold water swept his feet bringing him back to the present, but he did realize that with every visit of his the waves would sweep him further to a memory which time had forgotten but life did not.
“Happy Birthday!” he whispered to himself when it was just about to strike 12.00AM.
As he walked back to his car, time stood still and fuming at him realizing that he had won again since ironically he still remained the first one to wish her!
Ciao,
HPK!!!P.S: I did receive mails from some readers who read my blog and assumed that some of my blogs indicate me having to go through the entire ordeal of heart break. Well! I wish to let you all know that I have been one lucky person when it comes to the matter of Heart!!! All the blogs need not be written only out of one's experience. Right?
