Kissaa Kahaani

April 9, 2013

Silent Wounds

Filed under: The Unadulterated Magic — MK @ 10:08 am
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It was just before dusk and I was enjoying the nature, sitting on the cold bench looking in to the Powai Lake. The traffic was on its peak on the road behind me and in front of me there serene peacefulness. Surprisingly the lake, which is generally crowded by teen couples looking for secluded corners to steal a kiss and feel some bumps and valleys, was almost empty today. That is when I noticed her.

That girl, sitting on the cold bench, was staring at the lake with her big eyes. The way she was looking at the lake caught my attention. I could see her fine nose, a little bit up, smelling the combined mix of city pollution and lake air. I could see her long and curled eye lashes from the distance of 2 and half meters, the pulse on her long neck, hands clasping the bench… she was leaning forward and was lost in deep thought. She was not exactly beautiful, but she was tall and her features were attractive, may be she felt my intent stare and turned towards me. With a slight smile and nod of her head she turned back again to her muse.

The darkness was covering the sky. The birds were returning home. The eagerness was visible in their chirping. The Lake had a couple of boats; the sides were covered in bright green moss and the lights from distant high-rise buildings on the other side of the lake were making an interesting pattern in the water.

She was still staring into the lake. No expression, no happiness, no sadness, nothing. There was something in her stance which drew my attention back and again to her. I tried to imagine what it was that made her so contemplative.

May be she was in love and was afraid whenever he uttered the words of endearments, she was afraid whenever he proclaimed that he loved her… she was afraid that his words and his feeling would be carried away by the wind before it could even reach her. And maybe she preferred his touch to his words….

Might be her fears came true and the wind finally carried him away… Might be he left her and now she was alone. To face the world, its unpleasantness. No one to shield her against that cruel wind… And here she must be wondering where she went wrong. She must be thinking what upturned her world threw it against the unbreakable brick wall. Smash!

She must be thinking about him, where he is now. He must be gone, he must be shielding someone else against the wind, his words must be adorning someone else’s ears and his arms must be giving solace to some other delicate heart. He must have chosen to move away, without acknowledgement to the time they spent together. He must have chosen to turn his back on the shared moments without even a goodbye. He must have decided to tear her heart away and light up else’s life. And sitting here she must be feeling stranded.

I picked up my bag and walked to reach the lake shore. A few inches from it, I stopped. I turned to see the girl. She was now standing. A few steps away from the bench. Her shoulder length ebony hair and dupatta were caught in the cold wind. Just one thing bothered me, tears.

I saw tears on her cheeks and I saw sadness. I saw the tears sliding and falling to the earth and being absorbed. But her sadness was still prominent.

I was still there, watching her, wondering if anyone would ever be able to heal her wounded angry heart.


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