When I first saw your face, I felt as if struck by lightening and then realized … you already had entered into my life!
… I wish to forget that now.
It seems familiar … like street … the wrinkles and furrows on your face!
I can identify your voice even now, even if it be merged into a variety of sounds!
Remember me? Have we … we met somewhere?
This question creates a lump in my throat … a sense of anxiety … despair lit large!
Though vague question, I know and hence I do not attach any importance to this … you never know what the answer is going to be.
… just someone’s unfortunate story.
Then, why on earth did you first try to pretend to me, of having come to the conclusion that, this is not our first meeting.
I drove away these unpleasant sensations … convincing myself that it’s my sick imagination, and I can not judge you by default … !
I was getting ready for our meeting, even without being sure that I’m ready for this.
Prior to meeting with you, I just had to do one thing, … take that one flight.
But why this inexplicable feeling again …?
I hesitated and did not hurry to leave the airport building … something not so … I take myself in hand and take a step further …!
The next moment,as if, upon my person falls … a huge barrage of sounds, smells, feelings … madly beating heart … and that inexplicable feeling takes the form of clear understanding now
… yes, I was here earlier, and something deep happens inside. Something, … that I can not get … I have a feeling, there is something terrible and irreparable waiting to happen. And I can not prevent it.
From the window of a taxi out of airport, I do not see any night on the town … I feel it, barely holding back tears. I remember your scent, my love! I can even close my eyes and my feelings at the moment are going to carry me there … near you.
But who is that … with you? The other one …?
I think I can hear snatches of conversation we had, your shouting, your decisions and then my tears and despair.
I have to open my eyes … I feel powerless, when you ask me to come back.
What for… ?
Why you could not do something to prevent this ?
I can not change it now … because I do not know who started it … whose fault it was …? I do not even know what it is now!
… I just know what it was …. something irrevocable and terrible … something about the memory!
Why should I not pickup in this birth the vague fragments of feelings,the shards of memories … that you gave me then?
I am going now to the hotel. Good bye … !
I am going to run away from you in the very first morning flight.
You played with me yet another bad joke, but this was not the reason for my escape … the reason was you … One day I’ll come back and then tell you everything.
Wait till then … this story is not over … Wait just till eternity … YOU FOOL !!!