Incomplete

"All over the breadth of time that she was there with him during their last meet– he felt a typical dumb ache right between two ribs leaning little towards left...it continued even after she left... for two long days...he was startled and bewildered to find himself being a victim of such a phenomenon he has always heard or read in ultimate love stories or seen in any romantic movies...

...The pain was undefined, unimpeachable, undying, harmless, innocent, stubborn, irrational and totally irrelevant of what is exactly going on in both of their life right at that moment...irrelevant of all what she had done and what she didn’t...to him the surrounding became so insignificant on her very presence...maybe that's how everybody feels for their one true incomplete love...it's like a blue bite mark carefully concealed, that would never heal...

While she was giving him some wise advice on how to deal with his marriage and sharing her own, he missed some chunk of it noticing her not so slender fingers, her armpit length brown hair, her double chin, and her thin lips as if they were dipped in nectar, still seemed so young - that reminded him of her first-ever glance thirteen years back...captivating, addictive...still hold that vitality to allure him again for a lifetime... One more time he realized- she is someone he will never ever get over.

She is now nourishing a baby within her, reliving the immense blessings of womanhood... in a flash he rapidly recollects being a father of her child once...he smiled on his fortune... collecting all the broken pieces of what was once dreamt together and believed to be the ultimate truth in his life, he finds himself blessed too... he thinks to himself how in a similar way he has been protecting and caring all her memories life long... like that of a father protecting his child... a moment later, he confused himself as a blessed father or a cursed crow-scarer... which is he?