Resting on a bench after playing badminton for a while, I was looking at a guy playing with a child. Meanwhile, Archana sipped water and pulled out four cups she made that afternoon from her pocket. Placing her fingers beneath the four cups, she asked, “Reliving our school days. Choose a color darling. Red, blue, green or yellow?”
Observing the boy’s plain yellow shirt, I replied, “Yellow.”
Both of them looked so adorable. Meanwhile, my partner spelled “Y-E-L-L-O-W” before asking, “Pick a number in 3, 4, 7 and 8.”
Honestly, I didn’t want to play four cups. So I turned to Archana to ask her if we could go shopping since it was hardly 5 p.m.
Before I spoke a word, I felt someone was pulling my kurta. Turning my head, I found the same cute girl with a red rose in her little hand standing before me.
Looking at me, she stretched her hand giving me the rose. Taking the rose, I enquired, “Who gave it to you sweetling?”
She just turned to look at the boy and when I looked at him, he was none other than Aadi.
But before I could rush to him, Archana questioned again, “Oye! Choose a color. Red, blue, green or yellow?” and I realized we were still on the bench and the boy and girl were playing in the same place as they were a few minutes ago.
With a sense of disappointment, I replied, “Yellow.”
Listening to response, Archana spelled “Y-E-L-L-O-W” while moving the four cups.
Following that, she asked, “Choose a number in 3, 4, 7 and 8.”
I replied, “Four” and she spelled “F-O-U-R” while moving the four cups again before mentioning, “The same numbers again.”
Without a moment of thought, I replied, “Four.”
She unfolded the paper and read, “Meeting your... loved one.”
I smiled when I heard her. Meeting him? That’s what I always dream about every day. He was sweet, responsible and most of all, he understood me. For me, that meant everything.
Looking at me Archana stayed silent. She understood I was living my memories. Leaning back on the bench, I looked at the light blue cloudless sky remembering the most regrettable question of my entire life.
“What if I’m dead Aadi?” I asked him after we felt each other for the first time.
He was silent for a moment before saying, “Then at least we would have been together until the end.”
But it was him I lost. I couldn’t remember anything after I was told that he was hit by a truck while driving his car.
It’s been two years now but I still keep seeing him. Holding my hand, Archana whispered, “I’m sorry darling.”
I’m willing to pay any price to earn him back but what happened cannot be undone. I’m always told to move on as life must keep going but life has little meaning if you don’t have a loved one holding your hand. I don’t believe I will find another who could come close to the way Aadi loved me. Maybe I’m paying the price for having found true love way too early in my life.
This short story is dedicated to K Uttej Deva. Add your opinion on the short story in the comments and thank you for your time - WP Team.