"The BREAK-UP"

["You may love your girlfriend very deeply, but you CANNOT express it deeper than six or seven inches".
NOTE :- Above line has no relevance whatsoever to this post. However this is the best SMS that I have received in last five days.]


DISCLAIMER : Though the story below is inspired by some true events(thankfully not mine) I would still prefer to call it a work of fiction. That being said, I really do not know why people even bother to give disclaimers. They are worthless because your opinions, just like underwears, cannot be taken away or changed without your own free will.



This is the sixteenth consecutive day that they have been fighting over everything. And Nothing. It's not that they have not fought before. But this time it is like they are fighting to set a fighting record of some sort. Of their fights. This time it is also different because the silence between two sessions of arguments is not disturbed by the thought of what went wrong or she is right. He is standing there, in front of the big window, watching the world below. World that is moving so fast and its speed is only matched by his thoughts, though they are moving in the opposite direction. Towards his past.



He thinks about the time when he had met her for the first time and a smile crossed his face, quickly replaced by the sadness in his eyes. He thinks about the day they had expressed their love for each other. The first "I love you". First kiss, first hug, first movie, first ride on his bike with her, first evening spent together, first bench, first birthdays celebrated together, first anniversary, first ring, first fight, first tears. Thinking about all these firsts, his being, without even looking back, becomes aware of all the packed stuff. Her stuff. Five years packed in three suitcases.

Here comes the headache and he close his eyes.........




She come out of her office and wave at a cab. She looks out of her cab's window and watch the world rushing by her so swiftly. The speed with which the world is rushing by her is only matched by her thoughts. About her future. She thinks of all that she had dreamed of. Their marriage, their house, their family, their first kid, her name. How can she plan anything with a guy who is so insensitive about sensitiveness. A million things, unanswered questions revolving around her, so alive that she can actually see them written there like neon lights.

Here comes the headache and she close her eyes.........




He watch as the cab arrive below. She looks up from her cab and see him watching her from their apartment's window. Two people, once joined together by so many dreams of love, look at each other from their own side of the glass. Their windows literally separating their worlds now. She come out but the taxi doesn't leave. She open the door using her own key. There he is. Still standing at the window, arms crossed at his chest, his face turned away from her. She pick up her stuff and starts moving towards the door. Each step slower than the last one, still looking at the back of his head, her heart begging him to turn around and beg her to stay. He is aware of her moving towards the door, praying that he hear her say something before he hear the closing door. Just once.



The door shuts and so does his eyes. A tear escapes and rolls down on his face. She is carrying luggage but the weight of her thoughts is too much to carry. The cab driver see her coming down and jump out of his cab. He quickly take all the suitcases and put them in the trunk. He hear the cab's ignition and open his eyes. He watch her getting into the cab. He watch the driver getting into the driver's seat. All that is left there is some smoke now which fades away.



Their story have a perfect fairy tale ending. Because even if they are not together still they live happily ever after.



Just like we all do...............................