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The orange and bright yellow all over, was trying their best to lift up her spirit. She embraced the cold wind and her loneliness inside her oversized jacket. It belongs to him and still smells of him. A fitting jacket would have been much better to deal with the freezing temperature but only this one had his warmth.
She was sitting on a bench, all by herself fiddling absent mindedly with her old phone. In this country, the phone only serves as a treasure of memories, nothing else. Thankfully, no network.
His number still on the speed dial list. The wallpaper still talked about happy coffee dates with him. What if she could make just one 30 second call?
Is there anything she could do to rewrite the pages of the fateful evening, perhaps not
2 months back ..
He quietly enters through the door carelessly throws the jacket on the bed. He sits beside her and says ” can we discuss this one last time?” She tries to evade the topic saying ” what’s the point I have already got my tickets done, am flying day after tomorrow. Let’s not complicate things. Please understand I need some time off” The sadness in his eyes was unbearable, she looked out of the window while saying this. He stooped down on the floor from the bed. He drowned his head between his knees in despair and said ” Am ready to give you all the time in the world, how much time do you need? You don’t need to do this”
She said ” Kunal please understand it has always been my dream to pursue fine arts from a foreign University and now that I have got a chance, I don’t want to let it go” She made sure her voice did not quiver while she said this.
” Roohi, can I at least come to the Airport to see you off?”. This time he was almost pleading.
She curtly said” No actually Sameer is coming to drop me so I will be just fine.”
He couldn’t take it anymore. He hurriedly stood up absent mindedly muttered “All the best , wish you all the happiness in the world”
She said,” Same to you bye and take care.
He left his jacket on the bed.
Suddenly the local phone beeped and interrupted her flow of thoughts. There was an incoming message. “Ms Roohi Solanki, this is to inform you that your 8th session of chemotherapy is scheduled with Oncologist Dr. Juda at St George’s Hospital, at 11am on 6th November. Please carry your medical reports”
She adjusted her hat firmly on her head collected her belongings and started walking towards home.