The silence
of night is making the thoughts more intense in the back of his mind. It's
almost been an hour, he is lying on bed trying to welcome tonight’s sleep; but
tonight, like most of the night’s sleep is quite distant. He is restless.
Angrily, he sits up. Lazily drags himself out of the bed. Walks to the door,
locks it and tries to sit on the floor beside his bed. Running his hands
through his rough hair, he grabs a bunch of it and starts crying. He never
wanted this to happen. It's been years since his crush had crushed him. Well,
there's a reason why crush is called 'crush'....
Even today
he had not let her thoughts vaporize from his heart. It was as if she lived in
him. And the horrible part being that, he did not want to let go. He did not
allow himself to fall for someone else. He was clear about her. He could see
only her. He needed her, like he needed air. Although without air he would
certainly die and everything would end, but without her he died everyday only
to wake up and die again. Lying on the floor, he is finding it difficult to
even cry. His eyes heavy and tired are now trying to find rest. With every tear
flowing from his eyes, some amount of hope is drained out from his heart.
Helplessness is the word which can sum-up what he is feeling at the moment.
Gradually,
his eye lids kiss one another, confirming he's lost in the euphoria of sleep.
This should make him feel better. Not too later his lips form a curve - a
smiley curve; a happy curve. Different from what it was a few moments ago. So,
who knows? May be he is dreaming. May be she has come to him; making him smile.
Wow, he seems happy now. His joy can be felt. Even the air around him seems to
be caressing his hair slowly. He surely is wishing for this to last forever.
But hold on! Doesn’t he realize that this is only a dream? Poor he! He should
know that reality will knock him again. Sadness will take over soon.
Disappointment will hug him shortly. The same way it has been happening to him
since ages. He has been through this time and again.
I think he
is strong now. I feel he can manage now. It's seriously tough but I know he can
wait now. He's trying to hope, against the hope that, someday she will come to
him. Be his. Forever. After all he loves her and as they say, true love is
worth waiting for. Until then he will suffer, he will cry, he will wait, beside
his bed.
Writer:
Afraz Ahmed.
