By Neel Anil Panicker
“It’s been eight long years since he died, since you left the colony, left this locality, and settled at the other end of town which is a good three hours distance from here; yet unfailingly every weekend I see you here, and that too, not to meet us__your childhood friends___but only to sneak into the park___all alone and sit in that corner…”
Aditi’s words were a trail as Deepti’s eyes took on a forlorn look.
A moment’s pregnant silence followed as the two childhood friends sipped tea and stared into the blank walls opposite them.
“Raghav’s gone; dead for so long; it’s time you move on, Deeps”?
Deepti’s eyes welled as an avalanche of emotions cross crossed through her heartscape, puncturing, attacking her brain cells with the intensity of a frenzied lover.
“He hasn’t, ” whispered Deepti, adding, “I feel him beside me, showering his love on me, especially on weekends when he wafts in the wind and sneaks beside me in the corner park___his twinkling eyes shimmering further in the moonlight, those naughty black button eyes teasing me with their playfulness while his hands entwine mine, our hearts melting into the other’s.”
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