The Final Touch

She was in a trance for months. She was trying to relish his final touch.His DP was there ,but she was unable to locate him anywhere. His phone was there,but she could not hear his voice. She wished to feel his touch, grab each and every moment when they had been together,but all her efforts were futile. Once more she knew that she was a loser throughout her life. It was the flaw in her character. Every time she had to fight fight and fight,but she was always the loser.He always had been the winner,she could not defeat him.And never she could digest the harsh reality that he had finally left her.It was not a break-up, it was not the consequence of debated topics or hurt ego.It was deadly like the virus that lurked in your body and you felt helpless. It was the final style statement of leaving her in this complex world.

But why is she blaming him? He wanted to enjoy the complexities .He tried to solve all the problems ,kept everything organized ,paid all the bills and wished to cherish the best moments of life.He was always by her side during the winter and the spring and had planned for a beautiful summer,yet he failed to get the best out of his life when he wished to. 

So was he the winner? But yes he was.He didn't have to undergo the threats of the man-made disasters.He didn't have to ponder on how his loved ones dealt with his eternal absence.He would be invisible to everyone and would smile at the petty issues ,enjoying the bliss of a carefree life not known to those who have  failed to unravel the mystery of that unknown world despite the so called progress and development.