Last Saturday I received a most unexpected call, from the one person who once represented all of me, and till date, made me realize she still holds that major chunk in my heart. It has been three whole months since I last heard her voice, and almost 6 weeks since I last had any news from her (thanks to our middle-person losing her mobile in a street robbery).

Nothing eases my heart more than to know that she is doing fine, and in the good hands of her family once again. The thirty minute conversation we had sparked off with a slight abruptness, but went on well, as we chatted about everything under the sun. The common terms and style-of-speech we once shared poured forth just as naturally. After all, “knowing each other well” would be an understatement in describing our relationship.

I pretty much gather that I have lost my entire cool in this situation. 3 months ago we were forced apart by circumstance. The sudden death of a relationship, and the sudden departure from the place I already thought was my home. Nothing was concluded then, and when I thought I had finally hidden the memory away in some desolate corner of my mind (minus the lonely nights when the bliss imagery of the past would come to haunt me again), she steps back into my life.

A large part of me is ready to forsake everything here for a one-way air ticket to her side. After all, it is only true that everything in this world seems colour-less without her by my side. Her shadow still lingers in every little corner of my life, and every time I cook I am reminded of the days I had her cooking my meals.

I cannot ask to see her again, for it was me who chose to take the other path. But hearing her voice once more, and knowing that she is well is really enough reason for me to die without regret even if I were to die tomorrow.