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Authors: Beatone Hajong

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“Not now” I said extending my counterfeited glee.

“Then why you looking so ill fated now”.

“ Some memory flashed back and the imprints left are no more erasable”.

“You got problem in relationship. Is that so”.

She kept questioning until somehow I could diverge her from that verse of conversation. Yet, then she was still unsatisfied. She put her humble request before me compelling all the way to narrate my love story. I excepted with an ample anguish in heart, cause that would probably haunt me at the time of wording out those moments I had. More than an hour we spent. The splashing of water continued, few droplets being thrown at us after getting hit by those hard rocks. Waves raising high, and the influence of cool breeze from deep Arabian allured the atmosphere. She was probably taking a sip of her fruit juice when a high rising wave ferociously fell on us. The reason was we were very close to the shoreline, which was just few meters away of getting hit by such natural aspects. We were completely wet by salt water that tasted awkward.

“Oh!!! Gush!!!!!” Isha huffed.

“We got wet completely”.

She shuffled her hair handling to dry and reordered as before. She looked at me and laughed. “So, we are wet” I burst out at her in delirious state of mind.

She stood up on the top foot of the rock where we were seated. She stretched her hands out streaming out those airy breeze blowing, with the feel of soft touch rushing through her skin. She forwarded her hand to hold, asking me to join her. I denied at my first attempt.

“Come On..take my hand and stand. It’s a wonderful view that stretched over this sea endlessly. You’ll feel the joy” her husky voice shivered my spine.

She put her hand again forward waiting for my palm to rest on her. This time I couldn’t deny out, lifted my arms and with no shambles on mind I quietly laid my palm into her hand. She firmly grasped me as I gripped out to stand tall before her on the foot top of the rock. I equipped myself with self strength. It was not the physical scenario, indeed the exact action was grinding inside my heart, nothing but I couldn’t forget Anannya even though Isha minimizing the heat of pain with her assertive nature. I stood upright before her. My breath got lengthen and nervous as she pulled me closer to her. I could feel her soft palm and the warmth of her breath. We had to concern about our balance on the foot top of the huge rock structure to maintain our movements. The deep sea view stretched with no bar but it was all dark enough to see, nothing could be visible only we could feel the breeze that touched our skin. On the other side the out spreading of street lights lighted the whole city abundantly. We stood in the middle of Darkness and Light. Our one half of our body were shimmering whereas the other half reckoning in darkness. She came more closer to my body, posturing her eyes continuously at me. Her eyes turned red with the appearance of gloomy facial expression she flashed out. There were no reason for her to be gloomy. But what intended her  I couldn’t penetrate into her thoughts.

“What happen with your eyes” my voice shrilled soft.

She said nothing. Afters few seconds, she turned her body away from me.

“I wish he was here with me ” she spoke in deep melancholy.

“Who” I ingested my interest to know upon it.

“My Dad”.

“Oh! He must be in Houston. Why are you missing him”.

“No....He’s not in Houston”.

“Then Where is he”.

“My Mom and Dad are divorced for the last two years and I’ve been staying with my mom since then” her tone got brimmed with sadness.

Her face turned pale, her soulful nature diminishing into the air. I stood with quiet heart, trembling with grieves that’s lasting over me. Neither I had the effective thought that the same would be some way or the other Isha was experiencing. How would I console her over this where I’m broken with pieces of nurtured love within me.

“Why did they divorce” I grasped firmly her hand angling her face at me.

I could notice her eyes getting moistened. She denied to let me know. She wriggled, tending to step aside away from me.

“Why your Dad didn’t love your Mom? I escalated my tone.

“Yes! He did. But as time passed on his ignorance over Mom erupted and denied to be together after that they divorced” her voice cried out of tears.

She sat all over again on that hard turf of the rock. I conjointly sat beside her. I curled my hand upon her shoulder, shifting little more closer to her just to let her feel the consolation that she needed at that moment. She embraced me tight for minutes with no hesitation. I didn’t knew where I should shuffle my hand for the sudden cosset act from her. I just managed to place my hand palm softly rubbing her back consoling her all the way I could. I could feel her heart pumping harder. As she enclosed more inside. Perhaps she needed a lot more care.

“Come on, it’s time to move on. It’s time to cheer” I encouraged her.

She nodded her head with sharp observance on my eyes. She slightly hatched calmness with an effort to control her deeply buried emotions which I had been doing the same since months grieving for lost love. I flushed out a little smile with hype of condolence which she granted into her inner mind.

“Come On....Now smile out a bit”.

“It’s ok....I’m fine” she claimed wiping her eyes with her handkerchief soaked with her perfume smell.

She straightened herself away from the embracing positioning we were at. I lose myself and pulled away my hand that curled her. We felt the silence that existed, while the roars of sea waves arrived ghastly.

“Just wait...” I heckled with sort of excitement.

I quickly positioned my Nikon camera flashed out a photograph of her. She obstructed by her hand the incoming flash light.

“What you doing” she gave a gentle push on my body.

“I’m sure I would be looking weirdo” she jerked with a slight smile on her face.

“No...You would be looking the best”. She rumbled out.

“You are just.........” her words gets shortened .

“What am I ?” with my eye brow raised wishing to know what she must be thinking on her mind. “Nothing” she glanced quick at my face and changed her direction forward.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Three

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Her tender and fragile behaviour enchanted my inner core. I just wanted to see her happy again. I rolled my eyes to glimpse at her. The silence once again welcomed us. The time gone by, hours passed on and still we were hanging there loosing ourselves into the world of fictional mind conflict that we had been going through. I realized after long time, the next day I had to return back to my institution yet not sure about the situation where to compromise and settle it down.

“I had the first click of yours. It’s going to be my memory of you” with my wide notation of calm nature.

“Yeah!!...So, I did have of yours” she hissed with a blinking smile on her face.

Her eyes flared out slowly after those heavy sheds of tears burst out of emotions.

“But, that’s unfair” I heckled funnily.

“Why?”.

“Cause you got two pictures of mine that’s too weird. Sure, I must not be looking handsome”.

She laughed freely like she never laughed before. I just waited for this moment to come where I would be able see her thriving out of joy again. The air blew freely out of no obstruction, by now we were almost dried out, feeling lot better and well equipped with our clothes. The breeze that prevailed added extensively to our company. The white clouds hovering above us appeared like the snow falling from far across the sky. She tried to speak breaking the long lasting silence between us. She swept her soft voice whispering out “ I just love this place”.

“ So did I” whispering softly.

She was well seated beside me now, perhaps all her internal agitation has calm down and she has now began to feel the strums of happiness playing out in the air. I glanced at my wrist watch, showing 9:55pm. Should I take her back to hotel or is it me longing here. I felt the necessity step to take but as I see her it diverged me away in the presence of enthralling phenomena we were in. She wanted to spent more time along with those sea roars. Every words she spoke from now on, it equally pinched my heart with those deep emotional attributes she held. Some heap of joy was my tendency to feed her.

“So, do you want to hear my Love Story ?” I snatched my voice quick.

Her excitement raised high, whirling around my head, making a decent request to clip out about my story.

“Yeah!! Surely I was thinking about that” she grinned.

“But, firstly I would like to know one secret from you”.

she rolled her eyes with excitement. “Yeah! Surely....what secret would you like to know about me”.

“Did you ever fell in love ?” I squirmed.

Her face settled down low and turned pale. Her breath sighed away.

“Yeah!” in breaking tone.

“Lucky Girl”.

“Why that so?” she niggled at me.

“That’s because....you’re lucky” with my amusing tone. She giggled.

“Now, will you divide your love story to me” directing her melodic syllable at me.

I stood up shifted my feet an inch. My stressing gaze continued to look far distance across Arabian. Those heavy loads of memories crawling back once again shattering, haunting, replaced by new inertia of being broken hearted guy. An appearance on my face existed as if the man made statue corroded away. I stood still in least demand of thoughts, even my breath didn’t take the chance to hiss out. I could feel the blink of my eyes halted. Isha added by my side. She firmly grasped my hand laid her head on my shoulder.

“Let’s get off this rock” her voice streamed in fragile sorrow.

We stroll to walk at the corner cafe just few steps away. She led the way and I followed her prints. She held my hand with her strong grip like she never wanted to be left alone.

“Where are you pulling me” I sighed.

“Just come along with me” she demanded.

The sideline of footpath along it’s arc laid many numbers of vendors and the smells of various veg and non veg prevailed into the air. She continued along her path and I was imprisoned by her grip. She pushed the glass door applying the other hand. When then stroke of cool breeze from frontline blew at us. Until we entered the corner cafe she kept her grip tight on me. She led me to one corner table. She shifted the chair asked me to sit. She grabbed close the other one beside me. “What you doing” I strummed in soft tone.

“ I need to know what happened with you” her tone seemed demanding at me.

“It’s nothing, I just love her still and she’s no more with me now that’s it”.

“I need to know the reason behind your broken intimacy” her voice turned more deeper.

She asked to offer us with cold coffee. The cafe boy served us with cup of coffee with mixed flavoured ice-cream.

“What’s her name” Isha keened to know.

“Anannya” I silently whispered.

“What she do”.

The fuss gets created on my face. “Why are you so keen to know about her”.

“That’s because I don’t want to see you in this way. You’re fine, gentle young guy and you shouldn’t be having any sort of distorted life” she stressed her concern.

“So, what about you then” with my severe tone.

She consoled herself to silence. “It’s alright...I’m sorry for extreme concern over you” with glimpse of disappointment on her face.

“Come on Isha we shouldn’t be talking all these stuff. We are just newly bonded people with no known history about each other”.

“Yes! You’re right. I shouldn’t have joined you” her voice gets coarse.

Were we heated up by our ill mannered conversation it kept constantly flickering on my mind. Isha denied to look at me now. She sat quiet facing her face away from me towards the outdoor. I realize the situation that needed to be secure.

“Should I apologize her for the harsh conduct of mine” my conscious asserted me.

She still looked disappointed on me. And sitting together on one set with such phenomena doesn’t add up to the ambient. The silence between us grew more deeper and deeper spreading out into space. Still cups filled with coffee laid on the table. Neither both of us sobering to inculcate the gentleness. Whirling on my mind I had no freaking spot lighting thought what would I need to say her under this circumstances. I gathered some strength and courage underneath my feet that propelled my heart. I finally made the statement of “Sorry” to her with an apologetic realm. Isha, definitely a delicate and kind nature of girl. All I needed was to reciprocate her what she wanted. Likewise I always tried to make her feel different about me. After prolonged silent stage  between us she finally projected her glimpse once at me.

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