This is what it is

She often dialed his number, but his phone was always switched off

She sent him letters and mails, he never responded

She diligently placed place two mugs for tea in the morning, but one was always left cold

She longed to reach home and tell him about her day, but he did not hear

She brought two movie tickets, but the seat besides her was empty

She set the alarm to her usual early hour to make him breakfast before office, but he never ate

She fussed over lunch, hoping the food would bring him to the table. It didn’t

She looked up each time their song played on to catch his eyes, but he was not looking

She sat by the dance floor waiting for him to ask her for a dance, but it didn’t matter now

She made plans for holidays, but he never turned up

 And then one day, she sat and surrendered. To all her grief and all her pain. Tears welled up her eyes and rolled on till they ceased to flow. She screamed and pounded and then lay exhausted as sleep took over.

And the next morning, she placed only one cup of tea on the table. Because nothing could bring him back.

Nothing ever can bring back someone lost to death.

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About Namita

A melange of colors, just like the rainbow. Sometimes, as bright as the yellow sun, brimming with energy. Then driven by the passion of red to pursue my dreams. Calm like the clear blue skies and playful like streaks of violets. I am a collection of stories, each different and yet the same. I am simple in my complexities and something in my nothingness. For my bread and butter, I am a reflexologist – a profession which is more than just a job, it is my passion. When I am not busy in conversation with the feet, I potter around with my camera lens, indulge in good music and snuggle in with my books. And when my energies begin running low, nothing perks me more than traveling to unknown places, meeting all sorts of people and exchanging tall stories. I am a founding trustee of the Uday Public Charitable Trust that hopes to provide the gift of education to children of martyred soldiers and also other deserving children. It is a cause close to my heart. My gypsy heart cannot sit still and I must always move, explore…The mountains call out ever so often and I am off with my backpack. Trek, trek, trek…I want to push my limits always..rediscover my fears and move forward with my strengths. i love myself and my life, I must be god’s favorite child . With much to do and much to see, i am on the brink of another journey, always.
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