the terminal visit

7/31/2019 The Terminal Visit

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PART I

Wake up son. Its already morning. Youve been much lazier these days. What has happened to

you? She was shouting in a continuum, but Jay, my friend, was enjoying the sleep. Stop mom, I

will be back soon enough for the breakfast. She didn't utter a word afterwards, might be, she

realized her son has already left the dreamland and will join her shortly for breakfast. She left the

room.I joined the mother and son conversation daily,as I woke up early . She was kind to me after

knowing that, we have been pretty close friends at a short time, and so was our intimacy.

Because of it, Jay was amicable to let me in his house. He let me be with him and we shared a

common room.


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I was astonished. How could i forget her, there were memories, still sweet to remember .Yet i

spoke with a soft tone " Oh! So its you Seema. It's been a long time. Your face has changed

largely and you have become taller too. " I managed to say these words when she was looking

straight at my eyes. I felt like she had some words which she wanted to share with me, she had

been holding her breath. So I became more comfortable and offered a sit right beside me.

She took me back into those school years, we did this, and we did that. I was there listening and

at some points responded too."You were a kind of timid guy during those days, werent you?"

She forwarded a question.

"Oh! Yes those days, Haha ! Indeed those days were funny. I meant girls as different creatures,

an alien from different planet. When I faced them, Oh god, I could feel my beats going faster and

some electrochemical reaching up my brain. Yes, I remember that."

And we both rolled in laughter.

"Let's take a walk around and we'll have a few talks" She asked gently.

To my surprise, as i stood , there was a melody streaming in the atmosphere. I felt like the birds

were singing, clouds were moving to allow us the warmth of the morning sunshine, and far across

was a rainbow behind the hills.

I looked at her, she looked pretty as an angel, her polite words and gentle charms, I felt some

radiance of lovable emotions.I asked her about her college, studies, and ups and downs during all these years. She did too and

I was getting much frank .We were moving forth.


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I did forget that I was still a timid guy who couldn't stand properly in front of a girl. How was this

possible? I had been asking myself when I was keenly listening to her gossips at the other side. Hey! I have some words for you I wanted to tell during those days. But now I am right in front of

you, and now I am matured enough as well. She grinned.

Oh! Yes. Tell me, I replied..

She goes, Well I don't know why but you had been a special kind of guy to me. Even at those

days, I had dreams on your everyday. It felt better when I saw you the very next day but after you

left the school, days never passed the same way. I never felt better during hangouts with my

friends when there were guys even to company me. Years passed, but you were there still on my

mind. I backed myself in relation with other boys. I had been trying to talk with you properly. I

managed to find your college too. At times I was standing at the next side of your college gate

trying to figure you out. At least one day in a week I managed to see you, but I didnt dare to

cross the road and talk with you. I even got your number but I was afraid to call you. So stupid

had I been. And now seeing you right beside me, this time, I am flying high. She paus ed and

looked at me.

I was listening as a dumb fellow. I was totally spellbound.

When she held my hand, I came to my sense. What should I say?

Only a few moments with her felt like my world had changed. I felt like she had spoken my words.

What should I say next? Thoughts were getting cluttered and I had been arranging them to proper

words."Did you feel absurd after you listened all these things", she asked politely.


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No. No. I really don't mind. I am just. I was staring at the setting sun. Aren't we getting late? I

finally moved my lips. I meant to say that I.................

I couldn't complete my words as her hands slipped away from mine. Oh, all of a sudden she fell,,

she stumbled.

I'm so sorry, I gave my hands to lift her up.

PART II

A sudden flash of light through the window caused my eyes to open. I was aware of all those

things that happened. Oh! What a dream. I made a sudden look around, but nobody was there. I

was alone in the house. I stood straight; pulled the curtains, let the light in and looked over myself

on the mirror. I resembled the boy whom i saw in my dream last night. gosh oh ! that was me,

myself.

"It happens in dreams" I thought. And about the girl,, how could I forget her. I moved out of the

door, reached the basin, washed my face and got refreshed. I locked the door and moved outside

to get some fresh air. The morning atmosphere was the same that I dreamt last night, but I felt

her absence. I recollected memories from the past , 'she was a smart girl in the school, pretty,

intelligent.' Everybody liked her and so did I.

But why was she in my dream, all of a sudden at this night, it remained a question inside my

mind.


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Good morning Sir, a newspaper delivery boy passed by leaving paper at the ground. Kind of

hard - working boy, I thought of him. I took a few more steps to reach the paper. From a

distance, I saw a picture right in the bottom column. I recognized with ease. It was the girl in my

dream the very last night. I felt much better. But as I lifted the paper, things happened

paranormal, I felt a sudden thrust over my head.

A Girl Met A Lethal Accident was the headline and the picture was hers.

My legs became unsupportive, and so did my senses.

-At the same road we'd walked together.

-At dusk.

-And she stumbled.

It all was clear in letters but inside my mind, everything was blurred, was that just a dream within

a dream or a coincidence or............

Only a thing I could figure out was, Why she visited me the very last night ?

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