Death takes the body, God takes the soul, Our mind holds the memories. Our heart keeps love. Our faith lets us know we will meet again.

Back in 1999, there were no breakups, only heartbreaks.

It was 2:30 AM and Dushyant kept checking his phone. He was sitting on a chair with his legs propped on the table. The table was orderly arranged with a few books from his college days and a notepad that he always kept with him for poetry. He was swinging a pen in hand impatiently. He kept celebrating about the time it commenced and how surreal it felt then. He recollected when they went for a drive and it commenced raining and how they sang their favorite musical composition together but now things had transmuted.

He verbally expressed to himself, "meye uske layak nehi hu, wohh kush rehna deserve karti hai aur meye use kush nehi raksakta.." Suddenly the phone beeped, and Dushyant pounced at it.

The message read, "thik hai, akhri baar milte hai hum !0 baje!." The meeting point was their conventional on the tailor's shop where they first went 2 years back and ever since they went there virtually every day until their parents found out about their relationship.

Dushyant was working in an IT company, but he always wanted to be something better.

On the other hand, Purvi's had her priorities sorted. She worked as a teacher on the kid's section, she had always dreamt about it and her parents didn't interrupt or went against it, they always supported her to do something good in life, and here she is.

Dushyant thought to himself, "lagta hai usne is bar fesla kar liya' He was not sure if Purvi had sent that message or someone else. They had many fights in the last two years for all the reasons a couple could fight. Every time a fight transpired, Purvi would rectify things. Dushyant would later realize that he could have controlled his exasperation and maybe not overreact every time.

"agar use koi farak nehi parta toh hume alag ho jana chaiyee, wese bhi hum abh kabhi pehle jese nehi ho payenge" Dushyant verbalized out aloud as if endeavoring to tell the same to Purvi. He went to slumber cerebrating Purvi must have slumbered so why should he lose his slumber over her. He could not slumber the whole night though.

So, the sun rose, Dushyant was feeling lethargic but managed to get yare and commenced to drive from his house to the cafe. He kept on murmuring something as if revising the things he would verbally express to her.

Dushyant walked to the shop where they are supposed to meet, endeavoring to make the countenance that would be opportune for the situation, but he was unsuccessful.

He went straight near the tree where they always met, Purvi was always the romantic ones and that's why she never wanted to meet in a café or restaurant, rather the thought that meeting in private in a place where no one would notice them cannot be more romantic than anything else After 15 minutes Purvi came in the view of Dushyant, he watched her walk to him wearing the dress he dispose. A yellow long dress with white work on it, it didn't suit her, he thought. Purvi would often get tardy by 15-20 minutes whenever they orchestrated to go out on a date and Dushyant never relished any of her exculpations.

Dushyant comported like a true gentleman. He walked to her and greeted her with a hug, however, evaded any ocular perceiver contact with Purvi.

Theirs was not a fairy tale kind of a love story but Purvi would always verbally express that their relationship was very different, she wanted everything to be sweet and romantic as well as serious where they fought often and didn't make it as a fairy tale which was supposed to be. Dushyant had been in a few relationships afore but he never felt what he felt with Purvi.

No one wanted to initiate the conversation. Dushyant commenced visualizing how his life was going to be from tomorrow without her. He was sure that their relationship would culminate today, as Purvi had always been the sentinel of the relationship at such times. Dushyant visually examined her while she was looking around nervously and mostly to hide her tears, and he realized that he wanted to grow old with her no matter how much he abhorred her now. He had never been that trepidacious in life to love or to lose. All this while, Purvi either visually examined the tree behind them or just faced the other side with tears virtually not visible in her ocular perceivers. He was about to fall in love with her all over again. Dushyant was shocked to descry that Purvi was not even endeavoring to set things right this time around.

After a few minutes, Dushyant broke his silence and verbalized, " agar hamare beech meye sab khatam ho haya hai toh meye cahta hu ki tum tumhari age ki zindagi kushi se raho, kabhi yeh smile apne cehre se jane math dena'

Purvi remained quiet. Her silence made Dushyant irate. He stormed out of the place and waited on the bus stand for two minutes. Every time something like this transpired, Purvi would run and stop Dushyant but not today. Neither she emerged nor she called. Dushyant got irate celebrating that she does not even care if he left from there. He went back furious, stood in front of her and verbally expressed, "meye ja raha hu aur yeh akhri bar mil rahe hai hum log, jo do saal humne bitayee wohh ek galati thi…..goodbye!'

Purvi broke down in tears and that may be precisely what he wanted because she might verbalize with him now. Dushyant's heart kenned that now she would rectify things and all Purvi ever wanted from Dushyant was that he does not give up on her, just once. Dushyant recalled all the fights that customarily did not last for more than a few hours. But, this time Dushyant was astounded as Purvi verbally expressed "Goodbye" in reciprocation.

Dushyant was exasperated, his blood boiling but astronomically broken and desolate from inside. He placed his car keys on the table and fell on his knees. They both did not verbalize a single word. Dushyant held Purvi's hand and verbally expressed sorry for his harsh words. He was just a few moments away from losing the love of his life. Tears rolled down Dushyant's ocular perceivers. He got up and osculated her on her forehead.

Dushyant optically canvassed her for one last time with the hope that she would look back but Purvi remained quite still looking down, Dushyant then left.

This was it, it was over. A cognition of 2 years came to a terminus.

Several years later, Akshita was dressed in her school uniform. She was a little nervous but profoundly jubilant as she was all set to read out her indited story for the first time in the School auditorium. She had waited for long for this day. The stage was set, the auditorium was plenary, but she kept optically canvassing the main ingress. The organizer called her to the stage and she ambulated up to the stage ocular perceivers still fine-tuned on the ingression gate. Suddenly a man dressed in a business suit entered and Akshita calmed down. He signaled her to commence and Akshita commenced to read. After a few moments of reading, Akshita was disoriented in her story. Everyone seemed to be shocked by the way she had indited, it did not seem a 16-year-old girl could have indited this. And when she ended the story, everyone commenced clapping and gave her a standing ovation for her extraordinary aptitude.

Akshita thanked everyone and commenced ambulating down the stage. Everyone sat back on their seats and the organizer was about to call the next participant. Suddenly in that moment of silence, someone commenced clapping from the main ingression, Akshita optically canvassed the main ingression with ecstasy while Dushyant did not even look back and shook his head in disbelief as he kenned it was Akshita's Mother who had a habit of reaching 15 minutes tardy.

Akshita ran towards her Mother and hugged her tight.

"app phirse late ho", verbally expressed Akshita, to which her mother Purvi replied, "school meye inta asan nehi hai, socho tum jesi harazo baccho ko samhalna parta hai, ek kam thi?" Purvi teased her.

Dushyant too joined them and they all hugged like one ecstatic family. Akshita kept on verbalizing about how nervous she was and how relaxed she is felling now.

Dushyant was ecstatic to optically discern her daughter living his dreams of becoming a Doctor. Purvi visually examined Dushyant and could optically discern tears in his ocular perceivers.

Purvi held Dushyant's hand and verbalized "thank you ki tumne hamare liya larte raha, thanks ki tumhe humare upar give up nehi kiya'

Dushyant smiled and recollected the cafe that got them back together.

The end

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