Nostalgia

Raindrops roll down the window pane. Tears blocked the vision. It was raining heavily  inside. Memories.. Its hard to forget when it is about failure. Failure of a coward. Killer out of a coward. Life would have been  so different. Fate cannot be blamed.

Qveeeeeepp... the usual sound of an ups when it is turned on . The desktop showed up with her face. Its hard to forget. Her smile was mesmerising. Why still on it. Why couldn’t move on. Simple question that have no answer.  The mouse pointer double clicks on some folder named ‘Personal’   which showed up with hundreds of her smiling faces. Do they call the hard memories‘Nostalgia’? Well happiest ones are already washed away.

4 years ago....

 First Day at college. Mechanical Engineering.  The mechanical branch gives the highest scope for job and will be paid big. What else needed for a practical jerk. Never believed in inter caste love stories, because it never going to work... impractical. Rather this relationship thing kept a parallel road with mechanical boys.

 The counselling sessions were going for all the departments in the main auditorium. A single seat vacant near to girl. Whatever ... it is the last chance because can’t even of a girl in the classroom for the next 4 years.  The girl just smiled. Whatever. A couple of minutes passed by. A pair of beautiful shinning eyes approached demanding the seats. Couldn’t hear what she really said. But her wish was granted soon. But those eyes were never off the thoughts. Pretty girls like her will have boyfriend from eight grade. Left the thought with a huge sigh.

Days passed by, then came the hot news. She don’t have a boyfriend. Its true ‘ pretty girls with beautiful eyes won’t have a boyfriend until some brains are worked on it’.  People call it cliché but it didn’t took long, the beauty was in love with the beast.

3 years passed like a bullet train. Love,romance,friends,trips,bunks were the drivers. Its a fact that none will be kept happy for long time. It all happened that day when she fell unconscious and was taken to the hospital . The doctors came out with the worst news. She was diagnosed of cancer..last stage. 20%chance of getting back to normal.

This love story need to end here. How can a family accept a girl diagnosed from such a chronic disease. Practical jerk woke up. Breakup was demanded. Was that sadistic ?? something more. The most ruthless decision was taken. But this kicked her to a worse state.

Thought life will be happy again but never did.  It was her face wherever looked. Only her name was heard. The true lover dominated the sadist. Yes it was love that rushed to the hospital . But only her covered face listened to the confession. Too late. A dilemma occurred in fetching the right word...sorry or love you.

Never wanted to live in this world without her shinning eyes and smiling face. Only left was her cold body which will be buried in hours.  Memory flashes trough the mind as the accelerators were pushed hard. It was felt that there were no brakes. The car crashed into a parked container truck...

The power went off... the ups was qweeping again..  filled eyes proves those memories are never gone. She is never off the brain. After several queeps the pc shut downs. She could have lived more, may be a year more. Wrong decisions at wrong time. Or a coward killed her from inside and was never mentioned in the post mortom report.

 Its total darkness. A candle light empties the darkness and footsteps breaks the silence. Dad showed up. “time to sleep” he said with a painful smile. Doesn’t he mean that ?? whatever ...he pushes from behind the chair, the wheelchair start rolling. By the time ,chair reached for the bed, the pain in his face was known. It’s the pain of a father to make his differently son happy. He doesn’t deserve it though.