What was it that you left for me?
What was it that you left for me?
Was it silence, or was it strokes ?
"We don't pick who we fall in love with and it never happens like it should"
- No strings Attached
I was unaware of that land where this feeling of affection was taking me until I found myself soaked in the pang of parting while giving her an adieu at the airport and trying to resort, "what is it that you left for me?"
It all started when a manager of mine asked me to pick up the analyst who was about to arrive at Delhi Airport within a few hours and join us at the research centre department. I took his order. I paced towards my car with holding a banner with her name in bold letters.
I reached Airport in no time and soon was there in an altogether new world, the world of joy and tears. This was the first time I was experiencing the touch of airport, it was not that I had never been to airport but this was different. I was standing at the receivers end and watching people come and go with their near and dear ones. There wont be any argument to it, airports are a place that withholds the rejoice of meeting and also the gloom of parting.
However, after a long wait, finally I saw a lady coming towards me. Waving towards the banner i was holding, she introduced herself. Yes, she was the one.
It had been a month working with her and by then we had almost completely known each other. Though she was here for a very short period but soon the feeling of separation that was to cone had almost slipped away from my senses. She had become a person I could share myself with.
Gradually we came closer, it seemed as if now we were in the knots of that unknown untold ties.
Months passed and finally it was time for her to leave. The manager had booked a cab for her but she had already arranged one so they cancelled it.
It was the pleasant Sunday evening, when she called up and asked me whether I could drop her to Airport. I was struck with this sudden feel of her going away. I agreed and drove to pick her up first. As she was climbing down the stairs, my mind was puzzled with a zillion thoughts.
I was unsure of her feelings for me. Whether i shall ask her out and my mind surprisingly at once acknowledged the idea of even a long distance relationship ! And of all what if she denies, maybe it was one sided.
She got into the car and started talking about how lovely an experience it was working with us. I was nowhere listening to her as I was busy in my own thought and opinions, a fantasy world- my own serene creation.
Finally after half an hour we reached the Airport.
I parked the car, next we stood there at the entrance looking at each other. The silent chaos. But then it was the nothing that meant everything now.
She came closer to me and then, it happened. We kissed.
The empty space shattered loud and she immediately turned her back. I saw tears in her beautiful eyes. Maybe, those were for me. I stood there, still and blank with just a soft lingering of this innocent desire. Just one query racing through my mind, that I knew would stay alive for a lifetime "What is it that you left for me ?"
