The Last Conversation
Things would have been
so different if we knew this is the last time. If we knew this is the last
kiss, it would have been so passionate. If we knew this is the last hug, it
would have been much tighter. If we knew this is the last time we are talking
may be it would have never ended. But
things never go the way we want. Everything ends, irrespective of our wish.
Sometimes it’s better to
let things go, but hard to follow. So was my case. Even after a month of
breakup I was still at the same place. I was so tempted to get back with my ex,
to hear her voice. I read lot of articles how
to get over your ex. I tried everything possible to get over her. Painted my
apartment, grew my breakup beard. Fixed every electrical appliance in my house.
But if you attached to a person, you will find her/him in everything. Every
gravitational and magnetic law will drag you back to that person which you were
unable to use in exams.
I wanted to share my
feelings with someone. And for whom was my feeling was not there to hear. So I
decided to write everything on a paper and went to terrace and threw it. It was
little relaxing. I could feel the elevation under my feet. The sight down
seemed so entrancing, I lifted my one foot. Again closed my eyes.
Suddenly I was hit by
something on my head, my foot trembled. I misbalanced and..
“Ouch”, I opened my
eyes. I was lying down on the terrace holding my back.
I was quite sure what hit
me was not bird spit, it had more F=MA. I looked around and found the same
paper wrapped around a stone.
“Ahhh.. how could… why..
who” now my voice was trembling. Anyways I picked up. Something was written on
the other side of paper. I quickly unwrapped the paper.
More to come :)
