A Winter Night

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Just as the biting cold winter wind hit her, he pulled her close and tugged her in his warm coat. She kept her hand on his chest and they kept walking past equidistant orange street lights on the silent, deserted, and untrodden road.
“Do you recall that today is the same day when we became one?” she asked him with a hope that he would remember at least the most special day of their lives.
He knew what was on her mind and replied without wasting a second, “Yes! I do remember, my love. Today is the day when when I saw you struggling with your hair, your earphones, your spectacles, your architectural drawing class material, and with your eraser. The whole world stopped when I saw you in your perplexed state.The confusion of what to handle first reflected in the innocence in your eyes, I can never forget that. I still remember the day when by mere coincidence, we happened to be at the same wedding on that very day. I remember the terrified look on your face when you lost one of your earrings and that struck me right in my heart. I went all around the wedding venue just for your earring and when I returned it to you, drenched in sweat, you hugged me so tight that I almost choked. I remember the days when you sat in front of my classes, waiting for them to get over, so that you could feed me home cooked food. You know how much I complained about the tiffin service in my rented room. I remember how I used to teach you subjects which weren’t even in my course. Despite getting mad at you for not studying enough, I used to soften and start teaching you again. When your face radiated the glow of happiness when I brought you a pair of earrings every month and gifted you on your birthday. I when I tried killing myself and gave me your shoulder to lean on. I knew nothing about love and then I met you. Every memory in my heart, is as fresh as a flower in spring. I remember everything, baby.”

 

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All this while, she kept gazing into his eyes, they glimmered, the expressions changed and those eyebrows moved artistically. She was lost in his talks. The chilled wind, the deserted road or the time didn’t matter any more. She felt like she stood next to a bonfire that imparted its warmth to her soul on a winter evening. A teary diamond left her eye and rested on her cheek. He held her face, wiped the tear off her cheek, kissed her forehead and hugged her. She shivered, he knew it was a sign of her break down. Without even a word he understood everything. That is how love is supposed to be, I guess.
You don’t have to speak to communicate.
He held her closer, whispering into her ears the comforting words, “I know. I totally know what’s bothering you. Had your family not cared about its position in the society, we would have been alive today, not dead. Our mortal bodies would be clinging on to each other, but it’s okay. We are free now, forever. They killed our bodies not our souls or our love.”
~Daksh Sharma  | Edited by Aditi Dhasmana

 

 


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