There are a hundred ways she has tried to chase away from the things she doesn't want to remember and that she can't even let herself to think about because that's when the clouds start to gather in her mind and somewhere the past memories always give way to a slow and endless drizzle.
He got to know that she had left already to a place far beyond the places he lived in. There was a gift she left for him to have but it already got lost amidst the trail before it could even admire his hands.
Late one night the telephone rang, and a voice that might and might only be hers said something that couldnt be interpreted. But as usual, as soon as he tried to understand, the connection got broken alongwith his hope which he had gathered over the years to keep waiting for her.
Every year, it was her birthday he remembered but now that day seems like a blank space in his life. The calenders got several dates that now are just numbers but ones which were considered as important milestones of the progress he made with her by his side. His coffee cup still waits to get snatched from him and taste her lips , mocking him of the only chance it got once in a blue moon. The doorbell awaits her steps so that once her hands would grace it, it will ring to allow him to know about her presence. While the garden sings the melancholy song of departed souls, the birds still hover high above the sky to get a look of her smile again. But alas! Even when his hope has broken, all these things still try to gather his broken pieces, so that one day she will come and grace them with her existence in this world with him by his side.
Several years later, when their prayers got fulfilled, she did came back to the home she had been searching in other cities but could not find elsewhere. For once he saw someone like her, with that dark brown hairs of hers gliding out from the taxi window which came to a halt at the traffic line. He being the spontaneous one, ran between the other waiting vehicles to reach to her, to prove his heart that it had been wrong to lose hope, that it had been surely wrong to forget hoping that one day she will forgive him for his mistake and she will give him a bone crushing hug to remind him of every nerve waiting to set fire in his body. Although he believed in his faith a little less than he believed in her, he was sure this time that he would find her atlast and try to prove himself right. He did reach her taxi but only just before it spurred its engine - again to leave him with his hope. She was gone!
It started to rain. The cars behind him started to honk forcefully but the force that had set hope high again was more stronger than the noise around him. He never ever got to see her again but he still hoped that someday again she will comeback in a taxi, he will run as fast as he could to avoid missing her by chance but again his hope will be shattered only to reborn again. Now he awaits her alongwith all the things which wait to be graced by her, at the busstop, at the garden and at the coffee shop. And all the times when it rains, he only thinks of her and his hope of getting back to her.