"Serendipity" - 2

**********************
Part - 2
**********************
Click here for Part - 1

Days were passing as usual for him. One fine brighter and cooler day he was sitting near lake side of his office campus. From beneath the trees he looks at the sun. The rays twinkle through the leaves. Not even a single fluff of cloud, not even a the smirk of white on the blue sky. It was leaving time now as the "common man" waits to reach home to his family. But here he has no one in his family. He was staying alone with her thoughts with memory of all those days.

"If death is only the thing unavoidable then what is this? Why is it so impossibly compulsive? Why is it so unfair? Why only i suffers when it is not my fault at all? What mystery this relationship holds more?" He thought to himself.

With the sight of wind blowing all along a lake and with the lustful retribution he wraps his arms around him. He flinches a bit, a flutter of desperation, and then surrenders. The eyes close by themselves, the teeth clench tight by themselves, the heart slows down...by itself.

"Is it all so possible? Can it be ignored? If yes, then why this heart still refuses to let go when it has bleeded all its life for something so unattainable? But then does it really want that?" his unstoppable mind keeps on thinking.

Few dead leaves ride the breeze and land on his shoulder. They cling to his shirt as if they have stopped on their way for a conversation. He opens his eyes. A face appears, something happen inside, he get attracted to that face. Deep silent around him making his thoughts more vibrant like never before. He takes a deep breathe.

A voice from soul, his one and only friend appeared in front of him saying "how can you be so childish, so naive? "It's nothing but just another story that will be forgotten with time.There are a thousand such stories and people talk about them in the evening gatherings". But then "why this pain if all is so normal and ignorable? Why this weakness? Why i am trying so hard to ignore it if the thing holds no importance to me?" He answered.

A column of ants carry a dead butterfly on their shoulders. At some distance another butterfly flutters and flies around in an uncertain path. He throws his backpack next to it and sits on it. His palms cover his face; a private night for the eyes. But not more than 5 minutes he sits like that. He takes out his mobile, reaches the Message Box and in there he writes her name, with so much love that his sight blurs with tears.

Few more days, and then weeks, and then months, and then years. It will all turn into pictures in a scrapbook, like childhood memories. And then these longing will be left with no choice but to hold the hands of the time and walk into the same frames.

Same flames were also burning inside her. Somehow she became restless from last few days. Her concentration was getting weak and she started to forgot the things which she were able to remember in sleep also. "Is it something wrong?" she asked herself.

She started to have a lot more time alone with herself. Some thoughts were continuously pondering her, trying to poke into her mind even though she don't wanted. But now they have penetrated, dissect her strong mind which has hold on her thoughts from last so many years. She was getting weak with her thoughts.

She desperately open her laptop, logged in to her gmail and searched for his mail where he has sent his pic along with the beautiful poem for her. She was silent for few minutes, staring to his picture. Her mind became more calmer now after seeing his pic. Her mind is now getting more vulnerable with his thoughts.

**********************
End of Part - 2
**********************