Memories and Meeting
I wake up in the night, as always prey to nightmares, them from that day, govern my dreams. I wait for the morning sitting up in bed listening to the rain fall, then I headed for the suitcase, take off a sweater, white and tight at the waist and a pair of jeans clear, I put my boots with heels and a necklace of black pearls. I beginning to put heavy makeup to cover dark circles and let loose my long wavy hair .Even though I had lost all interest, I did not appear weak in public, and to appear more confident I hide the results of long sleepless nights as a subterfuge resorted to silly pounds of makeup and tons of pencil. Isn't it stupid? I take my black leather bag and go out looking for a job and a house to live permanently. Outside just stopped raining but there's still that bitter cold morning, I arrive at the park, I sit on a bench, lit a cigarette and watching the gazebo, I remember, memories faded and sweet that pass as fast flashback in my mind, remember most commonly known by the name: Aryan Sharma. My one true love, the one who made me happy. One who made me suffer and that, at the same time loved me.
[Flashback] *
I forced him with a silly trick to put his head on my legs and started to caress his hair, saying softly: "Aryan your mom committed herself completely to make you born because she loves you, then, for your mom you have to commit to live " and he closes his eyes completely abandoning to the feeling of tranquillity that pervades.
*[End Flashback]
Tears begin to scratch my cheeks again, I get up and walk up crying in the gazebo, I look around to see that all displaced falls into disrepair. I rose from the bench and walked toward the centre, my eyes still moist. After a while, I see a sign above a restaurant, "WANTED SHOP ASSISTANT. I immediately compose the number under the sign. A voice answered quiet and clear: "Hello?"
"Hi, I read the sign outside the local and I'm looking for a job and I wanted to ask if I could have the place, of course I would bring my curriculum," I say quietly.
"Certainly. Can we see later in the restaurant? "
"Yes, let me know you time"
"Sure, bye " and hangs up not giving me time to respond.
I walk to the centre looking for an estate agent, it's cold outside, but around there are many people who carry the last shopping before Christmas. Finally I find an agency, open the door after seeing a few announcements hang out, watch the person on the other end of the desk and I am puzzled for a moment, he looks at me, I know he recognizes me and knows that I recognized him despite much has changed, no, I couldn't exchange him for another person.
My childhood friend, the best friend of who I love for a lifetime, look at me stunned and surprised, he hardly believing his eyes. He gets up, came towards me and says, "Ni .. Nisha? " uncertain but happy knowing that I am. He embrace and me also but I'm not listening as my attention was captured by the photos on display on the desk, her marriage, Priya dressed as a bride elegant with all my close friends ... yes, he was there. I sit and look at a totally different Rohit, tall, slender, those without his round glasses, is now a man. I Start talking about him, Priya, Meera ... and others, taking care not to appoint Aryan, yeah, he know that is a wound that has not yet closed. We finally start to discuss about my new apartment, and found a good enough nearby.
Edited by -Parm- - 13 years ago