The Scar



She said “Yes” and he was in cloud nine. He couldn't thank her enough and told her he is grateful from the bottom of his heart. “Thank you very much” he said. He couldn't but feel elated and was excited to tell people around him. He did to a few close ones. This took them back to their college days when nights were never old and every lines from chat meant more than what they just wrote.  She was everything he had asked for. She was the answer to his constant prayers. She would tell him he will become the Prime Minister one day, he would kid her back that he wouldn't even aspire without her role in it.

To her he was the first guy she would ever say yes to. She saw him to be different, someone who she thought would change her perspectives in life. She had never thought she’d fall in love. And often times dreamt hermetic life. She would think that the mainstream normal life isn't made for her. As they talked she would tell him that she would go ascetic in caves for spiritual seeking. His sense of humor with cunning way of appeasement would tell her that he’d carry her rations to do exactly that. She knew he was different. He could change the way she thought about her life. She could think no more of ascetic as they grew fonder to each other.

But he was a steel. He came out of fire and flames of life. His background with all shuffles of bitter past made him what he is today. He has scars that wouldn't go away, some with minor healing and others with vast craters. Each scar had a painful story that he wouldn't want to be reminded of. As it gets pinched, it pained, reminding him of the life he traversed through. Often times he thinks back to his life, the journey he took and all those that embody what he is today. That makes him melancholic, but he knows there is much less he can do to change it. A few times he forgets and reminisces in the present. But it doesn't last than to haunt me very often.

And when she came in his life he was more thankful than he had ever been. She was everything he had asked for in his life. At the hindsight he knew she was different too. He knew he could never label her in any terms. She is highly intelligent, smart and of a personality he had not seen in anyone else before in his life.  He loved how she would shy away when he tells her he loves her. She is mildly strange but he loved her strangeness. And in that weirdness they would both laugh at each other for their craziness altogether. They grew closer every day and started dreaming of life together.
Yet the unhealed wounds even with little scratch could fester. His past haunted him again, this time with her in it together.  He had no answers. He was the answer and they weren't ready to test him. He was committed to her and he would take even the slightest of chance to win her of. But that scared her and him both. They weren't sure what this will turn to. They were worried, stuck in dilemma. His crimson heart pushed the gush of pump all over as he sat melancholic in the backseat of the car playing Jur Ma Dha. The song that she sent him some time ago. He was about to cry, but he couldn't. He was going for a death rite then, but he wasn't sadder for death than he was to himself.

In a trance of moments he tells her how sad he is and in her hyped humor she would make him give a wry smile with her tease. He thinks, ‘only she can make me smile in all these sadness’. He understands more, the vicissitudes of life and its phantom by which has gotten him this far.  He couldn't but keep to himself of all the thinking he had. Tried penning down, but so much less came from what so much more he wanted to say. And yet as he lie on bed to sleep; he couldn't but listen to the songs she sent him all over again.


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