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The last journey

They stormed their way out of Eros Theater at Churchgate after watching Bhootnath one Saturday and struggled to get past the huge crowd. At the moment, he felt like the helpless ghost as she led in front. He cursed himself inside the theater as he ran his fingers on her hair but stopped abruptly. ‘I so wanted to kiss her. But, we will some day as we are united by destiny,’ he reasoned. She slapped him on the back, ‘Dude, what were you thinking?. “No, nothing,” he tried to avoid her question and was scared like shit that he may have aroused her suspicion.

They hailed a taxi and got inside, directed the driver to ย Chhatrapati Shivaji Terminus and on their way, they started speaking about their life. All of a sudden, she looked at him sadly, “You know, we will not be together, forever.” He brushed aside her pessimism and said, “I will never let you go and will never fall in love again if we are no longer together.” She smiled, “Dhoondne mein toh Bhagwan bhi milta hai (If you search properly, you will find God).” He sounds irritated as he never believed in God. He wanted to kiss her in the moving cab but turned his face to look outside the window.


Three Months Later

They hopped in the deserted train that moves slowly, away from the railway track. They exchanged few words as they got down at Dockyard station and she tells him, “We shall not walk together and you follow me. I don’t want anybody to see us together.” He nodded and obeyed her orders like a school kid. They stopped near a shop. She looks tensed and struggled to utter few words, “Now, we are safe.” She held the palm of his hands, “Don’t be sad. My heart tells me we will meet again.”

He walked away from her towards the railway station to catch the last train. She saw him disappearing among the human masses and shed a tear, before hailing a taxi to her home. She couldn’t believe how she relented to the arranged marriage fixed by her parents.



Work-in-progress, seeker and bundle of contradictions. Stubborn and Refusal to grow up and constantly in search of myself, I blurt it out on my space. Drop in and share some love. Indian by choice.

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