Please Don't Leave Me

“Please don't leave me!” I begged her.

“Things are not the same, Sid. I can't be with you anymore.”

“We can work this out. We'll find a solution. But please, don't leave me like this,” I pleaded her, again.

“There's no solution to this. We will never be able to decide upon anything. It's better to leave now.”

“But, why? I still am not able to understand what went wrong, and where.”

“It’s just, I can't take this anymore.”

“We were different than the others. We were perfect for each other. And now you're giving me this reason.”

“Perfection doesn't help always, Sid. I'm tired of being perfect. Please forgive and forget me. I'm sorry. Have a great life.”

And she left me by the road, alone. It took me twenty minutes to understand what I actually had gone through.

I bought some vodka and started drinking while going back to my apartment. It was difficult for me to cope up with the damage she had caused me. I started losing control of myself.



People walking by must have been thinking of me as a drunken psychopath, I was that unstable.

As fate would have it, I started hallucinating. It was as if she never left me. I looked around and found her by my side, holding my hand. I smiled. One second, she was there. The other, she disappeared.

I remembered all the moments we shared, and the thought of Pratiksha leaving me was suffocating. I was mesmerized by always being with her, but now, thinking of her made me feel like a desperate, hopeless person, incapable of loving someone, incapable at life. Surrounded by all such thoughts, and alcohol, my mind didn't realize that I’d reached home.

I opened the door, kept the vodka bottle on the dining table, came out, closed the door, and went upstairs to the building’s terrace.

The sky was full of stars, and a moon, smiling. It was dark, the night. It resembled my life, surrounded by darkness. I went to the edge of the fence, spread my arms, and enjoyed the cool breeze that touched my skin. The air kissed my eyes, and took all my sorrows with itself. I felt lighter. But no matter what I did, I ended up remembering her, which again depressed me.

I hated how my life had turned out to be. I didn't like being alone, with her not being besides me.

And so, I jumped down the terrace, and landed hard on the ground.

And then, I woke up.

Phew! It was a dream, after all.

I saw Pratiksha, sleeping peacefully with a cute, innocent face. A mere dream of losing her made me attempt suicide, which made me fall in love with her, again.

I kissed her forehead, and kept looking at her till the rays of the sun touched her skin.

Sometimes, you just need a little push to express your heart out and love someone unconditionally.