“Are you even planning to return my umbrella? 😏”
“I was about to if it had not rained yesterday 😶”
“Rescuing you every single time, eh! 😂”
“You have always been my rescuer until that very day…”
“I did. I still do. I will continue doing so.. Now tell me when are we meeting again?”
“Tomorrow at 5”
“The same place where it all started…”
Meher and me were never best friends and neither we vowed to be. However, we both looked out for one another everytime..
She moved to a different city for her grads and there it was. Everything messed up. I still remember the evening we met just an hour before her flight.
Netaji Subhas Chandra Bose Airport, July 2013
“Beta, I knew you would come.. I told her not to go but she is not listening. I will be all alone in that 3BHK flat.. I don’t know what I am going to do… ”
This is Mehers mother. Loving, caring and full of innocence.
Meher was struggling with the trolley when she heard her mom talking to someone, she instantly looked at me and with a reflex turned back..
Damn! She couldn’t hide it. Bloodshot eyes and anxious behaviour..
I quickly went upto her and picked up the leftover luggage on the ground..
“Who asked you to come and help?.. Go away from here, NOW”
“I know what you’re going through, you’ll just be..”
“You will never know what I’m going through, just GO AWAY..”
“I am just here to…”
“Just GO AWAY..”
That was the day, I felt it..
Next Day, I had my Maths exam (Half-Yearly Class XII) and the teacher felt it too while checking it..