Love, lie, life.Earlier today I was sitting in a restaurant. Some chocolate cake lay in my platein front of me. It was raining outside and I saw the chaotic street folks runningfor a dry shelter, but I couldnt take my eyes from the unaccompanied lass seated
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in the table across the hallway, unattended by the frantically running waitersrunning for others orders.There was some appropriate beauty in the overcast desolation and drizzle. Sheremained there in her table as if she is waiting for someone and so did I.!!
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Well I doubt whether my former sweetheart knows me, her lover boy once is sitting
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in the chair staring at her with awe and wonder. She was talking to someone elseon her mobile phone for a long time, at the same was looking at the entrance. Shewas giggling at the phone.I sharpened my ears to hear to Dhanya, why is she so amusing? To whom isshe talking to for such long? Did she found another guy? Questions rang inside myhead. How long will I be able to bear this?I tried to get up, blunder over the corner of the table and send a glass flying,perhaps my cry and the bang will crash on her face idly. Butuh I didnt. Why
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should I?
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I will leave her. I have to... But should I?I thought of going away from her but it sounded more disappointing and thinkingover my few sweet days with her and many days without her .why she left and why
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is she back? What went wrong? And how will I go and talk to her? And what will I?I remembered my days with her at the same restaurant, sweet reminiscences. Both ofus in the same table facing each other with her favorite chocolate cake in ourplates. She too a small bite from it and few cream smeared on her lips made herlook like a small girl. I enjoyed her and wiped the cream off from her lips.Oh. Come on da cant you see people around us? a small anger that made her pretty
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face still more pink. I admired that, which she understood and..uh still more
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pink of out of blush.She looked the same Dhanya who left me six years ago. Six longyears.but she had a spectacled box on her table, but I had not noticed it as a
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pair of reading glassesshe had grown a bit older. Maybe twenty six.
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There is no need to be scared in love, for ill never leave you at any cause
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she said to me once holding my palms in hers when I stood with wide eyes brightwith pride and security.The small fights for every small lie, she would magnify in to a betrayal and evenin an open statement, she will read hidden meanings and make newer fresh ones.The gentle embrace forgetting all happened. I was damn sure that we will neverpart.I stood up and moved towards her. Her mobile phone lay silent on her table. Stillcrazy for her after all these years, ten more yards to touch her delicateshoulders, she would turn back to see me surprised!!! And happy! I thought.But, from nowhere he came sat near her held her hands and apologised for beinglate. WHO IS HE?He was asking her opinion for the sauces? What she hated. But but is
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ordering THAT? The very sauce she hated so much and so did I for her.I feared my own madness. Ill vault across the table and choke either of them. I
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