Riddhima’s POV:
It had been three years till he had not arrived.
I guess it, I dont exactly remember the date we last met at this cafe,but I remember for sure that it was early summer.
His white breathable fabric shirt was giving me the comfo feel of soft comforter, Mumma used to drap me in ,at almost the same temperature and same sunshine.
And I dont exactly remember the time for which we stayed at the corner seat,but I remember the fragrance of his coffee, the way he sipped it,and , most probably his gestures,and his smile and feeble laughs when I said,I dont precisely remember the words but I remember the theme was about Sejal’s wedding going to be arranged by me,and I remember he couldn’t stop his laugh over the fact if I will again fall from stairs and that he would have to hold me again.
And then the call he recieved,he left in a hurry and from then I had not met him.
Albeit I agree I am dying to soothe my eyes once again by his presence but what I am able to do.
Angre said reports claim he,he was martyred in saving the victims of the earthquake,
And I don’t exactly remember what my cold response brought to Angre’s mind,he said something which I couldnt get.
May be,because the world fell dead for me the very instant.
And they say I never loved him,because I didn’t make my presence in his last rites and that My love for him was fake because I was not present at his house to pay condolences.
If that is all then yes I never loved him .
But it is equally true that from the instant he left, my soul is still sitting at the corner seat of the same cafe,waiting for the young summer breeze to once again make my hair strands dance with them and his gaze afixed, slowly playing with my fingers,the smile of his.
I dont exactly remember how many times we pledged the words “I love you”
But I remember the times,our soul dived in it.