The Bygone

I sit on my cabin's window seat, enjoying the sound of the raindrops as they pitter-patter against the pane.

A cold breeze kisses my face and teases my hair, leaving me spellbound as it transferred me to the carefree days of my childhood.

Those were the days when I knew and felt happiness!

I was naïve, though I pretended to be an adult and thought teenage life was the best.

Call me a pluviophile, but the nostalgic smell of the wet sand made me go deep down the memory lane and I recollected my school days.

Evening walks with dad, the warmth of the goodnight kisses from mom and my mandatory ice cream treats from grandpa.

Now? the kid in me kept screaming for hugs. The need of wanting to be dependent on my parents, burst out.

Though I have reached a pinnacle of success, what I always dreamt about, leaves me hollow inside. Love.

A drop of tear rolls down my cheek and I hear a knock on my door.

"Meeting in two minutes", my secretary informed.

I wipe my tear, paste a fake confident smile and march forward with an endeavor to brag inspiringly about my materialistic success to a bunch of aspiring young lads.

"Ms. Sanjhitha Das the successful entrepreneur of the year". That is how the college dean introduces me, reminding me of the harsh reality I tend to ignore.