Moving in with her
Moving in with her was absolutely by my choice. She insisted to stay alone but I was adamant enough not to let her be miserable. I was afraid, the trauma was going to heavy on her and moreover her peculiar behavior that night took me by surprise. But soon I found her to be her normal self, the previous Meghna I used to know of. Ever since the day I started living with her my life changed. I learned to smile, to take pleasure in the small aspects of life which did not matter to me before. On rainy days , when the streets of Bombay got flooded, we would drop paper boats from our balcony and watch them sail down. She taught me basic art and craft - like how to make a plane, the ping-pong, and the fish- that was what she loved to do the most during her leisure time. The entire house was filled with paper toys that she made. On Sundays, when I preferred to sit at home and realx or perhaps, have sex, she would force me to go out. We would visit that same place where we first met in Bombay. She could stand there for hours watching the waves hit the shore and again retreat back like some kind of fun game was going on between nature and her mind that I could never read.
"Into that eternal darkness
of endless mystery
where some unknown author keeps writing
a story for each life,
sometimes intertwining the two
into a single one,
lets go there,
and find out what is going to happen next.
Might be , he has kept something good in store for us.
Might be if I live long enough ,
this hazy cloud of mystery and uncertainty would leave
and at once I'd be welcomed once again in this beautiful world.
Once more getting the chance of meeting you
and rewrite a completely different story.
Let me be the author and we would have the best story ever."
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