Her legs were cold due to the icy weather outside and also ’cause she was struggling hard not to move. Writing his name on the window beside her seat painted with fog was like reciting orison, while travelling for about an hour in the bus.
Whenever his thought crawled into her mind – which was almost always – the entire world was blurred like the road and trees outside the window right now.
But, now casually outstretching her fore-finger in benediction along the glass pane so that his name is formed, unknowingly the outside world is clearing. She can see what’s out there waiting for her through the letters of his name which cleared the mist, but she doesn’t. Instead she is just watching the curves of his name.
The man sitting beside her, groans in his sleep, his head comfortably in shape with her shoulder. She looks at him through the corner of her eye so that she doesn’t disturb him by turning her neck.
She whispers just enough for her to hear –
“Why can’t you be that same person again who entered my life and made it feel like a roller coaster ride; who could get me high just by looking into my iris through his’?”
Partial amnesia made him forget every beautiful memory they weaved, resulted into infidelity and they were decoupled even when they were together the whole time, even in this moment of temporary intimacy; a droplet of salty water fell down on his temple, waking him up gingerly; but he will never know the reason for her teary eyes!
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