He lay in the bed, his eyes fixed on the rose flowers in the room. The sun beating on the green curtains left the hospital room covered in a greenish tinge. Roses, Jasmines, Violets and some unknown names. They filled the room with their beauty and fragrance. He sighed. His eyes swept over the little cards on each of those beautiful bouquets. Her name was on none of them. “Well”, he thought “could only mean one of the two - Either I have been cast out oh her mind completely, or I was never there. Either ways it really does not matter to me. But I…” and his mind wondered again.
Old memories washed over him. Each centered around a single face. Two beautiful eyes, a set of eyebrows guarding over them, a small dignified nose followed by a pink lips… it still awed him that these few put together were capable of producing a gamut of expressions on her face…. That face…. “FOCUS! FOCUS!”, his mind scolded him. He couldn’t let his emotions take control again. Moving on hadn’t been an easy thing. He couldn’t slide back again.” I just need to think about other things”.
The pinkish glow that was visible behind the curtains spoke of the setting sun. The clock hands moved closer to 6. Another day spent recovering from the accident. The nurse would be in soon to smarten him up. He would then spend the evening reading the book his friends had sent him. Not that the murder mystery held any suspense for him. He knew who the killer was. It was so predictable. Also the fact that he had read it 5 times now. “KNOCK KNOCK “. The sound broke into his thoughts. There was someone at the door. “Come in”, he called.
It was her. So she hadn’t really forgotten him. Maybe she was just a bit embarrassed with the way things turned up. Again that smile. As before she had managed to command his attention without a single word. And then she spoke. Oh ! the tunes danced in her gay voice. He could feel the suppressed desires rising back to the surface. All his recovery from her (” How could you think of her as a something you need to recover from??”, his heart screamed) was gone. He was back at square one. And sadly he didn’t regret it.
They got chatting again. Initially it was about his medical charts. her concern as always was genuine. Once she realized that he would be fine, she slowly navigated away to other things. Her job, her parents, his job, their friends. She seemed to be picking up the threads like they had been speaking forever. He kept nodding and prodding her along. She switched stories so easily. It was like she had been holding them back all along. A dam had burst. Her voice seemed to be filled the room. He liked to hear her talk. Always did. “She like its too”, he thought with a wry smile. “Don’t be mean”, his heart chided him.
He wished things had worked out between them. But it hadn’t. Certain things just weren’t supposed to be, he reflected wryly. His eyes fell on the gleaming ring on her finger. It was the ring finger. Could it be…. He had to ask, but he must do it in a nonchalant way. Get it to look like he did not care. After all she didn’t care about him either. Showing off the ring in such an obvious manner.
“So are you engaged ?”, he blurted out , almost immediately regretting his saying it. She paused , her flow of thoughts so completely interrupted that she seemed to not comprehend for a second. She..
nice one!!!
where is remaining part?
thanks man, will put that out soon