Beyond the End
“It was 3
am. Aneesha made some tea and brought a cup to Salim. They sat in the together
in the moonlit balcony as the sweet melody of Rabindra Sangeet cleansed their
souls. Salim looked lovingly at Aneesha.
‘What?’,
she asked smilingly.
‘Nothing.
You look beautiful.’, he said looking into her eyes.
She punched
him playfully and rested her head on his shoulder. They looked into the
distance reminiscing on all the memories they had made.
-The End”
He
stretched and got up from his chair. It was 4 in the morning and the sun had
just started to rise. He walked to the kitchen and made himself a cup of tea.
‘Alexa,
play Tomay Hridmajhare Rakhbo.’
He peeked
into a room. In the dark, he saw that same old shelf with a dozen trophies in
it many of which had failed to endure the test of time. With a sigh, he sat in
the living room and sipped the tea in the dim lights.
‘Wish you
were here, Aneesha.’, he said to himself.
Comments
This is what all of us (well, most of us) will or might be facing at some point in our lives. So, this is the story about truth. And truth is always harsh...no turning away from that fact.
So, once again, my dear friend, you have executed a beautiful piece of literature. You have done a wonderful job in bringing out the true meaning of love, and the true instance of losing it...❤