“Dressed only in a loose grey tank top and red hot-pants she slid into the bed next to him, tying her hair into her signature imperfect bun. The evident frown on his face objecting to even this piece of clothing…”
She closed the black thick bound diary letting out a sigh. The further course of events was something she knew by heart. The food delivery person had rung at the same time ruining their perfect moment, as he had said later. This had been ever since their most laughed at incident. But she wasn’t aware until yesterday that this had made it to his journal.
“Hello ma’am, sorry to disturb you at this hour of the day. We have found this journal in one of the cupboards. Here”, the peon from Jai’s office said handing her a brown package. After closing the door, she had spent rest of the day reading his journal and cried fresh tears of sorrow. It had been a set of their happy memories.
“I want to grow old with you
I want to die lying in your arms..”
Another round of tears had followed when she had read the lyrics of their favorite song at the bottom of every page in the journal. She had dozed off on the couch itself thinking about the good old times waking up the next morning and randomly opened the journal again to this fraction of their favourite memory.
She switched on the TV, every channel showcasing the recap of the bomb blast happened six months ago loudly screaming about the toll and the loss. But it didn’t speak of the broken hearts and families. No more tears escaped her eyes. She kept staring at the TV, her thoughts elsewhere. If only she had not agreed for him to leave that day. The very day when she had wanted to declare their love to the world, it had died the same day. She tried but no tears escaped. Even tears get tired sometimes. But sometimes pain does not have an expiry date. It stays but not visible to everyone every time, quite like an attention seeking pimple which turns to become a mole, staying there becoming an inseparable part of you. The numbness of pain seeping into the deepest corners of your personality of which you can never really get rid of.
She switched off the TV and got up instantaneously like a robot to make herself a cup of coffee and another memory trickled down her eyes.
I am taking part in The Write Tribe Problogger October 2017 Blogging Challenge
Prompt: Put your iPod on shuffle/turn on the radio to your favourite station. Write a post using the song as your prompt