2001

November 29; 2001

I soon realized everything- why I was there. Unexpectedly, there was a sudden heavy rain that wet me. The time showed 2:55 am. Darkness and silence haunted the place. The only sound happening was her voice. she was buried right here, about a decade ago - in my heart. A part of the same heart knows it has been wrong and harmful to imprison her , but still,  it rejoices secretly as  that is much more drab and empty for their departure.”

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Next morning as I walked out; I saw a boy selling roses in a small bouquet. I remembered him as the mesh boy who used to come with food while I was working for Hachette Book Group. I chose two dark colored rose.

“How much?” I asked

“Twenty-five for one.”

I moved my hands behind in my pocket and I found that my purse was missing. I checked for it everywhere but I had lost my wallet. The wallet took away her photo, the only left witness of my love with itself. I had no money to buy her flowers. I had no photo of her. I gently put the two flowers in the bucket and walked behind.

AS I walks a few steps away, the small boy calls me and hands me the two roses without any money. I try to smile.I accept the flowers on her behalf.

I have no idea what life has planned for me next but I know one thing to be as true as everything is, she still loves me, maybe. Or, just maybe not. I have been a student of Mathematics and I have assumed it.