He was at the roof of his house, had a cup of coffee in his hand. It was twilight again. Sun was trying to collect all its scatter rays to go on the journey of west, giving birth to the darkness. That scene was usual to make him sad, caused an ache in his chest. But still he was always on the roof at that time. Caused now pain was his only relief, only one very true remainder that she was real, she existed once.
He always wondered how easily sky always let his sun go down! Why he did not resist? And then how courageously after having that much big loss it came out, again prepared its self for the night, Made stars and moon shine on it. How he bear this loss pain every other day?
He also had lost his sun! But he was not as braver as this vast sky. He was not even careless like him. Cause he was resisting. He had been struck in twilight with the last rays as her memories.
May be even sky was not careless, he was just lucky cause he could have his sun back every next day. But he, he lost her for forever. He could never ever have his sun back shining brightly on the sky of his life.
But there was a time his life was even brighter and warm, then the sky’s sun made that earth every day. His sun was, more full of strength for him then the one sky’s had.
She was a girl with all the colors. A girl, whose laughter gave meaning to life! The echo of whose bangles were like the heart beats of life. Who’s payal made the rhythm of breaths. Her anchal contained the dreams of life. And her eyes, her eyes were like the light of nature.
She likes the smell of mehndi. But she hated when its color start fading away. She pagli thought that it made her hands looked odd.
The cup of coffee in his hand was now getting cold and he even not take it half.
He remembered how she talked. Her eyes responded his every word, shine like diamonds. Some times when things got complicated she used her hands to explain things. And she felt her self failed to convey her emotions she drop her one hand and from other start playing with her hairs. He loved that, loved her eyes when they were concentrating on some thing.
He was usual to stand aside and watch her, watch her every actions when she was talking to her other friends or doing some work. Her every action contain a softness o fragileness. Same like the fragile and delicate she was.
The cup was around half now. The more he drunk the more he swept down in the ocean of memories.He remembered how much she liked to see moon. She was usual to call him standing at the roof watching moon. She was always the essence of every party. The glow on her face, the voice of her laughter and the sparkle of her bangles and earrings made every other thing dim. She was the only reason of his enthusiasm which she felt on every gathering.
Now there were just two or three sips left in the cup and he was almost at the depths.
How could he ever forget the day? They got the call at home. She with her family had a car accident. He could not how to tell what he felt that day. He felt like everything got slowed. He was burning up to reach her but every thing seemed to cause delay. Except one and it was death. It did not wait for any thing or any one. Like always it was merciless. And like always it won. She passed away with her two siblings.
Why fate was always like that, cruel, hard and merciless. Why it always don’t let you had the thing which was your foremost desire. Fate took her away from him. And it was not only contented on that it gave him punishment, punishment of breaths and life without the soul of living.
And he took the last sips of her coffee. His cup was empty now like his own self.Suddenly the mobile in his pocket vibrate. Showing a message from his friend”hey jnb, have cricket match tomorrow have to do some planning come out, waiting for you”. He sigh a little smile appeared on his face but did not touch his eyes.
Now he was looking even braver than the vast sky. Because when sky lost his sun he became dark. But he was resisting, struggling to hang with twilight. He had rays of his beautiful sun as memories and some stars which were reason of his struggle. He was not hopeless nor was dark, even his loss bigger than sun.
