I'm Already Late

I'm already late!

I need to hurry!

She's waiting for me!

Dude! Hurry up! Get ready and leave ASAP!

I find myself talking to my reflection, again. It's happening more frequently these days. It's 11 am. I am supposed to meet her in an hour. I don't know how I'm gonna be able to get dressed and arrange everything in such a short span.

She'll be waiting for me. I don't want to be late. I don't want to disappoint her again.

We meet everyday. Sometimes, before I go to my office. Sometimes, after I come back. Sometimes, in the lunch break. We meet whenever it is possible for us to take some time out and spend with each other.

I really love her a lot. We met six years ago. Three years ago, we vowed to be there for each other. Long distance, fights, cuddles, mishaps, break-ups, patch-ups, we've had it all. We have been through the toughest of times. If we didn't have the courage to hold on, we would have lost each other, and that would have been devastating.

But, we were mature enough to understand the essence of love. We were mature enough to understand how a bad situation works, and how it's best to just let that situation go.

We bunked the lectures, went to movies, ate at fancy restaurants, partied at nightclubs, made memories while traveling with our friends. Through thick and thin, we held each other, and that's why we're still together. No matter what happens, we aren't gonna leave each other.

I called her dad about the arrangements. I wanted to make this day a memorable one. Today is the day I met her for the first time. Today is the day I confessed myself in front of her. Today is the day when we both became one. It is really special for me.

I hurriedly ran down the stairs and caught an autorickshaw. My destination was about thirty minutes away. I was already late by twenty-five minutes. She hates waiting. My brain was swamped with a single thought, how am I gonna make up to her?

Amidst all the thinking, I reached her place. I paid the driver and went inside. Everyone was gathered, waiting for me. Obviously, how would the ceremony start if I'm not present?

Now that I had come, the rituals started. I was sitting beside her. She looked as beautiful as she was a year ago. Looking at me, she smiled.

I saw her. She was trapped inside a photo frame, with a garland on it. Unfortunately, today is also the day I lost her in a car accident.