“Either you were late or I was” he heaved into the phone. The voice pierced the last cell in my heart and I bled in tears. “Bye.” He was accelerating his journey away from me, never to return. I bit my lips, cried in soft monotones audible for just two of us. “Don’t hang up, please,” I mumbled. It was beating wild in my heart, the undying flutter of wings. Wings of love, craving to be together. Realization that we would never be husband and wife, would never be one, chained my wings. It hurt me more with each passing microsecond. “I love you,” he said. Every time he had said this in the past, I danced like a child in my heart. The sun would shine right there in the centre of my heart. But this time that very sun was burning my heart. “What use?” I cried. “I know. But, I will love you for ever.” He sounded less guilty than he should have been. Here, he was offering water to my thirsty being for ever, with the condition that I cannot have even a single drop of it. I was waiting
Celebrating the self with a different beat! In each breath, each step.