…Continued from https://shridhar1461.wordpress.com/2018/09/18/the-impossible-dialogue/
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After leaving from there Riya couldn’t go home. She needed sometime for herself to absorb what happened at the coffee shop. She drove to the garden where we used to meet. It wasn’t the same, there was a joggers track, new slides for the children and benches for people to sit on. She realized she reached the garden unknowingly. But somehow she was glad that she did. She went in and sat on a bench, few memories hit her. I called it The meeting place, the place where we laughed, the place where we fought, the place we made things right. Almost after every fight we met there and resolved the differences no matter what. She missed my company there, it was the first time she went there by herself.
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I was still sitting in the CCD thinking what should I do now. I felt as if an old scar was opened up. I was sure this would happen if I met her, still like a fly burns itself in the flames I went on to get burnt. It really wasn’t that bad to meet her but in the end; the truth was that we were not together. I wanted something to take my mind off things. I thought of going to the meeting place but that would just add up to all the troubles. I thought it’s better I have another cup of coffee, so I ordered one and went back in time going through all the details whilst savouring my coffee. I ended up ordering one more till I reached where she told she wanted to break up. I shouldn’t have had agreed to her. I never thought of how things will be without her. I guess I didn’t know how much I loved her myself. I said to myself, it’s never too late. I picked up my phone and dialed her number.
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She went through every word I said a while back. She knew that I always mean a lot more than I say. She really was one of the few who actually understood what I say. A mix of emotions and thoughts were going through in her mind.
He has not changed a bit, his eyes piercing through me, he was in agony but as usual learnt to live with it. Somehow he even enjoyed it; God, I hate him for that. Most of all he’s unbearably naive and carefree, he doesn’t care what happens, he just knows that he loves something or someone and then keeps going on. I hate it but that’s what made me love him so much.
She felt a void in her heart just like she did when we broke up. She couldn’t help think of us getting back together. The thought had overpowered every other thought and logic she had. Her eyes turned red, she saw the kids play through her teary eyes when reality met her. It was very difficult now that she knew it was too late. However, she still felt the drive to make it work again. She got up from the bench and walked towards her bike with a plan. Just as she turned the key her phone rang, “Hi, baby you’ve no idea I’ve missed you so much. Can you talk now?” said a familiar voice. She hanged up on the call with bewilderment and drove herself home.
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Back at the CCD-
I held myself back before pressing the call button. I had to figure out what I was going to say. I wasn’t sure if she would answer it in the first place. I thought I will tell her that I missed being with her. Whatever it takes I wanted us to make things work. I thought that was good enough and to the point so I pressed the call button. The number you’re trying to reach is busy, please call again later, was the response from her cell phone. Am I doing the right thing? Should I wait or should I just go for it, make a bold move, I’ve got nothing to lose. So I texted her , “Hi Riya, need to talk to you. I know you said you don’t want to talk. Just once please” and waited for her reply because she usually never spoke to me when her parents were around.
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I waited for about two days for her to reply. I gave her a call but she rejected it. She replied saying please, stop it. It wasn’t surprising but still it wasn’t easy. I realized I should drop the idea, and free both of us. I closed my eyes for a minute and then said to myself in Sam Neeson’s voice “Release the kraken“
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