The Last Visit

“We cant see each other from tomorrow”, said the teary eyed lady.

“Why? Is something wrong?” asked the man with a tone of concern in his voice.

“Father said that I am not allowed to do so”

“Well, you don’t listen to everything your father says now, do you?”

“You don’t understand! I am already taking a lot of risk by coming here everyday. He doesn’t know”

“But, you love me! Should anything else matter?”

“Yes, a lot matters! They are my parents.They are taking care of me”

“But, I am your…” started the man, but the lady cut across…

“And I am not old enough to leave my parents! I don’t even have a job yet”

The man let out a deep sigh.

“There’s something else…”

“What?” asked the man with a trembling voice

“I am not supposed to keep the things you gave me”

“Is that why you came here with the bag? You have brought all the things I gifted you” asked the man whilst pointing at the bag laying beside the lady

The lady nodded. The man went silent, and then asked after sometime…

“Why doesn’t your parents like me anymore?”

“I don’t know…!” exclaimed the lady and started crying

“There! There!” said the man as he took the lady’s hand in his and patted it “We all knew this was coming, didn’t we?”

The lady was silent

“But how did they find out?”

“They found the photograph you gave me”

"Oh I see!” exclaimed the man

“We had a huge arguement that day. My father hated the fact that I visited you here”.

“I don’t have enough money to go anywhere else you know” saidthe man in a rather mocking tone

The lady was sitting with her head bowed down.

“So he really wants you to cut all ties with me?”

The lady nodded without even looking at him

The man also went silent.

There was a silence that suddenly befell the both of them. Their physical beings were mum but their Souls were crying out loud, filling the air with an unfathomable denseness. The string of love that tied the both Of them together was slowly being severed.

“So this is it then?” asked the man

The lady looked up with her eyes overflowing. She looked at him for an instant and every single day that she had spent with him in the last 7 years flashed before her eyes. She couldn’t understand how she would stay away from him from now on; visiting her grandfather, every morning in the Old Age Home, had turned into a habit of hers. After all, it has been 7 years, since her father threw out her grandfather.