It's 4:30 pm.
I have been waiting for more than half an hour. I wonder what is taking her so long. Maybe it’s the rain or she might be struggling to get a parking spot. I fidget with my phone with this urge to text her. But, I should probably wait.
Sitting in the cafe, waiting, with a novel and car keys all placed right, as she used to. And black coffee! The only comfort right now. Reeling under the impact of events that have completely disrupted my life in a matter of few weeks; dad’s demise, mum’s transfer, quitting my job, leaving shimla and the ever so wide cracks in my relationship with her. The din of arguments and a gamut of misunderstandings have taken their toll over me.
I wish things settle down with her. I really cannot imagine my life without her specially at a time like this when loneliness and despair are the only constants.
Another hour has passed and I finally text her. The ticks turn blue; she must be fine, I assure myself and wait.
It stopped pouring. And the sky is turning orange, sending me into a short span of euphoria as I admire the setting sun. I have always loved Simla for it's sunsets! And the cell beeps. She finally replies "it's over!" IT'S OVER?
I keep repeating these two words and sink under their weight. Minutes later, I walk out of the café feeling the walls of the home I’d found inside her, shattering.
Oh,boy! She stood me up!
And now, taking a last glimpse at that house, watching her shadow fade away, and rewinding memories distinct n vast, of which may some last. Drowning in my own thoughts, I wonder if I'll have to live with this feeling of missing a home which never belonged to me! Hiraeth!
New painting: Hiraeth
The Mall Road, Shimla.
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