MidWay Love

     Is it possible to have prejudice towards someone along with adoring their physical features? Is it possible to influence someone who has prejudice towards you? I am talking about the past love that I shared with him and now, now look at me. I was flabbergasted at myself that how could my heart be such a coward humble thing?

     The tragedy began when I was out trekking and mesmerizing the top hill view. It was one hell of a trek. I was panting heavily in thirst for water. I took my backpack off and sat down on the ground. Reached out to the bottle on the left side pocket; but before I could take the first sip of water, I heard noises; maybe somewhat like of a group of guys laughing, shouting and abusing. Out of all the nature’s beauty out there, they had to come up making noises and as well littering the place up. Of all the guys, my eye fell on the one who was the loudest of all. Let me fast forward a little bit and take you’ll to what happened next. The next scene I remember is I am holding his hand and spending some real quality time with him. My complete faith was on him, I trusted him, loved him, but all I felt was that he lusted women. Not that my faith from him was fading away but my suspicion grew. I could see him get more and more interested in other girls. Soon it was noticeable to all that his temptation was nothing but the lust for me which was rather supposed to be love. I felt so discontent from him because all I gave him was love and all he asked was nothing but to get rid of his thirst for lust.

     I still remember that amazing phase when he gave me generous concern and his realistic heart of love. Oh how much I miss that phase! But the only problem is that it’s a bit faded. Perhaps from what I remember, I was somewhere at the hospital bed and he wept in sorrow with where the conflicts of my life began. The rest after that is like a room of darkness; I know that there are walls but I don’t know how to reach them.

     The outlook was pretty obvious that I was going through something I don’t feel bad or depressed for some reason and I am still right here thinking about him. The downfall was crazy but for all I know right now, I am happy. My fingers are old, my joints are in pain and I can barely walk, but life is still great.

     While I narrate this story to myself, a guy walks in, “John… John Williams” he stretched his hand towards me. The handshake was so light and soft which gave me a special kind of touch; let’s call it as felt like something I have felt before. We spoke for a while and he asked me about my life. While I narrated the whole story to him, the smile kept on growing on his face. “You remember the most of it, don’t you?” he said. “Yes I do” is what I replied. He held my hand again and a tear fell down from his eye. I am sitting here in a confused state of mind and not realizing what just happened. Though… the touch of his hand seemed familiar, and the name seemed even more familiar, the reason was pretty vibrant that he as well felt it. He suddenly stood up and started walking towards the door. I didn't even have the capacity to stand up. He walked out of the room saying, “she remembers it all, she remembers it…”

-          Priya Mistry

10^th July 2014.