1 Existence

Sometimes life position people in a never estimated place, where sounds are capable of being heard but they never converse feelings, blissful adore between each other but that is eminence. Nature had its own canon, it never forbids to sense the perception of past but don't grant a license to amend it. May be moments are miniature but reckoned, shrieks are not louder but deemed. Every single jiffy of my precedent hits my head like a huge astound. I crave to reminisce the conversations which were more than utterance and each made-up snap of her giggle in my wits which my dim-witted shaggy dog stories elicit on her face. It's been three years she had never articulated herself to the humankind who was an awful gossiper. The striking face which I saw after a decade is just still staring at me with no words. Somehow silence had its own words which are only definable by heart. When I got acquaintance on feelings, I only assumed that it is a corporeal perception but the day I had conversation with her, she distorted my believe by seeking me with her words. That deepness of her words has enough space to make anyone sink in it. Every single day I squandered in her tittle-tattle somehow were the best days of my existence. My description of life could be the consequent of a span of our togetherness. But life and time both never favors destiny. Mr. Fate take decisions on no one's favor which drove both of us to this segment of verve.

By this time, the ring of my cell drove me back to certainty where my destiny was waiting for me. The call was from Shukla uncle who was up keeping her from the day she fall asleep. It's been three years she is in coma and the call was on the subject of her rebound to reality. Shukla uncle is my neighbor from the day I shifted from Delhi to Bangalore and capably a physician, not a physician only, a well established surgeon with immense touch in his hand.

With Shukla uncle's call another time the same agitation imprisoned my heart beat, which was gone with her. Goosebumps make me undergo anxiety. I become powerless to work, with my wobbly hands and feeble mind. The scuffle had sandwiched between my mind and heart for the questionnaires of her. I crammed my bag and went to the parking to drive to her place. Yeah it could be quiet well defined to mention the infirmary as her place. When I came across my car every single moment of the accident flashed over my mind. And the culpability of my hands was preventing me to handle steering. I was unable to drive, which I stopped myself in middle of the road to empty out the last cigarette. And to be honest smoke is the best part of my life after her, but this time it also failed to relax my stupid mind. The uneasiness enforced me to call Shukla uncle and I did so,

"Hi, uncle"

" Babu, He left his phone in home " Aunty said with the same warm pitch in her voice which I am experiencing from the day I met her. They had lost their only son in an accident, and in some way they always love to take care of me as their own child.

"And where are you, you suppose to be with Payal" with that sentence of Aunty my lungs got squeezed.

"Yup, I am on the way" I coped my feelings and cut the call without mentioning a bye.

Yes, Payal Priyanka the girl who never let my soul to be any other's. Life looks as if it's a bequest of Fate, with her. But every initiated approach had a conclusion, and the conclusion is not jovial always. It's not erroneous to assume that every person had singular scrutiny towards life and we both had different. It should be acknowledged celebrating divergences is more diplomatic than admitting an analogous person in life. And love is not always going with the gush it also could be defined as commemorating differences and restraining the accomplished reliance. On no account I had contemplated of the present scenario I am facing now. Life always gives a subsequent option on the behalf of good deeds. Considering me as the fortunate person in the human race is also debatable as Mr. Fate had given me both of options as a matter-of-fact. When I supposed to prefer Payal I had chosen Ananya, when she was on her keens I was on my wings, I weigh up my triumph on the base of her shred heart. By some means taking care of livelihood is not measured as an offense in society but it is considered as a misdeed if success is based on someone's tear.

Somehow I supervised my thoughts and came back to my seat. It's a 20 minutes way from my workplace to the hospital. And those 20 minutes appeared like the toughest portion of time which is ahead of me. I had dominated many things in my life which comprised of someone's life and my loved one's love. And now I am not capable of wrestling with such a span of time but my desire to snoop her condition prevailed on instance of time and helped me to reach the hospital.

The place was same as each day but the purpose of my visit was poles apart. Without killing a penny of second I ran towards her cabin. My feet's were not that much fast as Bolt, but I would have let him behind in that race. As the lift was full of activity I went through stairs as she was in the first floor. This time I am incapable of hearing the ever active noise in the hospital and even unable to recognize the known face of Shukla uncle who was running behind me. I reached in front of her cabin and gathered my all guts to open the door.

Once again the same gorgeous face was in front of me but this time with life in it. The moment I saw her lively body, my heart retorted as I am gazing at her from an age. Again life seemed like the prettiest gift of God. Now I am not capable to prevent her name on my tongue, and I did not stopped even.

"Payal" I uttered her name for the second time in the past three years but the accent was the same which was before three years. She gave the impression of her presence by staring at me. And everything seemed like unreal to me, which enforced my eyes to drop some of its treasure outside. When I was looking at her, she was staring at me and questioned me the most difficult truth of my existence

"I can't recognize you, Can you please tell me, who are you? And how do you know me?"