The Time

Her hands were shaking while lifting up the coffee cup from the dining table. She took a sip from her trembling lips and looked at him.

“Is this the time for us to part ways?”

He looked directly into her deep green eyes and tried to smile. He was tired from the fight last night and did not know what to say or even how to speak about it.

She wiped the perspiration from her brows while he took some time munching on the sandwich. With one last gulp, he finished the coffee and without looking at her this time said, “I don’t know what else to say.”

She smirked while a tear that was struggling to stay inside suddenly trickled down her cheek. She took her time wiping it and continued sipping coffee.

“It’s not my fault,” he continued, “and neither is it yours. It’s the circumstances, that were not under our control. We tried our best to mend this relationship. We should have done this earlier. Not that it’s too late, but I don’t know if it’s the right time now. We have seen such a wonderful life together and we had always hoped to be happy like this always. But we can’t control everything.”

He looked up at her. She was controlling hard not to break down. Her blank eyes were fixed on the coaster. The coffee was cold now but she did not know that.

He kept talking, “Life is full of surprises. We don’t know what will happen next. The good thing is that we now know what we can do together and what we can do being apart. We are not the same school friends who started dating and then became jealous of each other’s friends. We are two grown ups who know very well what life is and what are the possibilities before us.”

“The thing is,” he continued, “we both are to be blamed. There is no third person who can be blamed for what has happened between us.”

She nodded in agreement.

“Apology will not work here,” he said. “This time it is something we both need to decide upon in a grave manner. We can’t afford to be impulsive.”

She wiped her teary eyes and stood up. “The kids wanted to go to this new movie. Let’s take them tonight,” she said.

He smiled for the first time in weeks and went to work.

Comments

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

Jinhe naaz hai hind pe wo kahan hai???

I started to feel the goose bumps all over my body. I don’t know if that was due to the cold that I was feeling since morning or it was because I just heard about Sabina Sehgal Saikia. She is a consulting editor and a food critic in Times of India. She was in Mumbai and got stuck in the situation inside the Taj Hotel. She was continuously sending messages to her family and friends. She was hiding under her bed and had closed the lights of her room. Her last message was a frightening one saying “They are in my bathroom”. After this SMS to her husband no call or message got her reply. Seems just like a movie na? But this is not a movie, this is life! And a tough life I must say. There was never a guarantee card of life, but nowadays it’s not the guarantee of life that matters the most, but it’s the scared feeling of ‘how will we die’ that frightens us the most. We don’t know if we will die in a bus while returning home from the office, or in a train while going to meet our loved ones,
Read more

My God.

“Can money buy everything?” he asked innocently. The question seemed to be a mature one from a boy of only five. Chacha smiled at this maturity and replied, “No, money can’t buy everything. It can’t buy love, friendship, or loyalty.” “And God? Can it buy God?” he asked quickly. “Of course not, Sahil,” saying this Chacha went to his work. * * * * * Sahil’s father died while working on a construction site and his mother was the lone earner of his family of four kids. She stitched clothes at night and cleaned dishes at day. Chacha was Sahil’s neighbour and he made gods’ idols for a living. Chacha was a sanitarian with kind eyes and a humble face. He lived with his youngest son who was an alcoholic. His daughter-in-law used to sweep and clean peoples’ home but still they didn’t have enough to feed their 4 sons and 2 daughters.
Read more

JUNIOR TERRORISM.

The temperature was low enough to be called chilly, still her hands were clammy and beads of perspiration glittered on her bright brow. Zish came into the room and looked at his wife. “ Why are you so tensed, dear? I’m only going a thousand miles away and that too for a few days.” She looked at one of the four moons and then at her child who was lilac in color with pink curly hair and four cute little hands. Qiffy replied, “ I’m not worrying because you’re going, but I’m worried about my child. What will happen to our son if something unfortunate happened to you? And you didn’t even name him yet.” Zish said, “ When I’ll come back I’ll tell you what we shall call him. And nothing will happen to me or my son. Don’t you remember what King Xex said ? ‘ We are the most powerful creatures in the whole universe’ ? Now, you don’t worry abo
Read more