The smell of the biryani was successful in equal measure to create interest and disinterest on the residents depending largely the length of their stays at the place. Jay a veteran at the place quickly finished his supper and meandered in the dining hall before getting back to the library to carry on with his reading. The dining place was full of tired Indians enjoying their supper at the end of their weekends.
There was a certitude of calm about him that grew within him as he discovered life’s penchance to smother the questions that typically arose in his inquisitive mind. He had learnt to be patient and understood that it may take a long time before he finds answers to some of his questions. This quality along with his keen eye for detail and razor sharp memory for facts made him a formidable researcher.
A smile that honestly suggested surprise, answered longing and many more things. A natural smile that had always managed to usurp a man’s heart: Jay’s heart.
He was frozen and numb, his existence momentarily cut off from the present and moving back to eons away. He got up and went towards her and was held back, speechless. Her eyes were glistening from the dim dark corner where she was seated. The fan turned around to flutter her hair.
She spoke now. ‘How are you?”.” I am alright. Hmm. How about you?” ‘. Not too bad’, she said and smiled with those tears still perching on her eyes. Jay was pulverised and defeated but he probably didn’t bother realise it.
After sometime, she asked him about his life and what he is doing in
Someone rightly said that divine love defied human wisdom. Their memories had failed them both in an unprecedented way. They were soon becoming the same old teenagers that last knew each other as.
They said their good nights.
The world around her was looking false, cruel and full of malaise. During her hours of introspection and suspended worldly existence, she thought of Jay and what she had done to him. She was filled with remorse and guilt. She thought that her present state was God’s mockery of a wily female who until then had mocked people in her life.
In their trips to Oxford Street,
Then she left.
Jay walked down to Myrtle avenue grass area outside terminal 5, his favourite haunt for plane spotting. At when the Air India A112 took off to