Story of likeness and trust! Chapter-22

XXII

 Life was a beautiful dream. It had colours, it had shine, yet it had dampness. Well, this was life.

 A man, who could dream love; that man was he. A man, who could rise in love; that man was he. That day, yes, that very day; it was the destiny that brought these two lovers together once again. It was the Sunlight, that brought them together. Yes, it was that morning that changed everything yet again. 

 Gagan woke up, at right time in the morning. As he were to leave for his work, he found his motorbike, out of order. Yet, he had wanted to be on time to his work. He was punctual as ever. Gagan left home on foot, to catch a bus till the metro station. Wherefrom, he could take metro till his workplace. When he reached the metro station via bus, and was going to the platform, his eyes were not believing in what they saw.

 Sunlight dazzled on her face, as she looked at him confused and surprised all the way more. After years had they seen each other, and she had the same glow and grace on her face. She would be trying to remember who this face was. Whether it was a known face, or was he an unknown. She had just left without a goodbye note in those days. For her, it had been easy. But for Gagan, she was still the same. Her eyes said to him, that she had recognised him. He walked towards her, as Dhreti stood still the place where she was. 

 He started their conversation.
'Hey! Remember me?' Pause. 'I am Gagan. The guy who never spoke a word in school.'

 'Oh, yeah! It's you. Oh my God, I had felt that I had seen you somewhere. Oh, you're..err? ' She was confused.
'I.. I am Gagan.' I smiled, I was about to cry.

 'Hey, Gagan. Wait, one minute. You alright?'
'Yeah, I am fine.' I wiped my tears and faked a smile once again. She had even forgotten my name, and if she remembered my face; then it was good enough. 

 Our train came and in that moment of silence with an ocean of emotions, we parted yet again. Like they say,  

Life was a beautiful dream. It had colours, it had shine, yet it had dampness. Well, this was life.

 To be continued--
Next in, 
XXIII
Time: 8:00 A.M.
Date: 02/01/2015

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