Everyone dies… someday and somehow

"A short story perfectly from the heart and was in my heart, a long time ago, this time its in words"    - Dhitendra Singh

"Everyone dies… someday and somehow"

“Lord make me a rainbow, I will shine down on my mother, 
She will know I am safe with you when she stands under my colors"

                                                                  – If I die Young – Band Perry

             It is cold, it is winter, it is Lavasa, it is Pune, and if it is a clear night it is hard to imagine a more romantic spot than this place, in fact it is hard to picture this place as anything but a romantic spot, as you take your partners hand, you can feel the cold tingle of crisp’s winter air, listen to the music a take in the incomparable as you glide around the rink. A romantic group over hot chocolate forms the perfect addition for the evening.
 

        Sitting on stone near seashore with her silently, i recall a special part of my life that part comes unexpectedly and lasted only for a while. 

        “Divya”, I said turning my head and looking over him.
 

         She is still looking up at the sky, the stars.

         “Yes”? She answered with same smile what I want to look always over her face.

         I want to think a thousand times before asking this stupid question, but what stupidity is called when it is not an actual stupidity.

          “If you don’t mind shall I ask you a question?” I nervously asked.

          “Yes” She replied, just after I said, with a deep exhale of breath.

      Oftentimes letting go has nothing to do with weakness, and everything to do with strength. We let go and walk away not because we want the universe to realize our worth, but because we finally realize our own worth, there are the things we don’t want to happen, but have to accept, things you don’t want to know, but have to learn, and people you can’t live without but have to let go. Some circumstance and people come into our life just to strengthen us, so we can move on without them. So I come in front of her, shaking my head, putting my hand on her shoulders and try to make myself so strength able to spoke out those lines.

           “Are you feeling scared?” I asked.

            As soon as those words left away my lips, she looks over at me again and Surprised.

           “What...?” She Screamed.

        “Are you feeling scared about what is going to be soon happen to you” I asked in a frustration because I don’t want to feel this right moment, because I don’t want to repeat that bloody question.

           "Sometimes some questions are very complicated while the answers for those questions are quite simple"

           

           “Scaring by what and why” She asked in a very soft and cooled voice.

           By the time I already controlled my anger and felt my guilt about that unusual irritation.

           “By dying at such an early age and –  I questioned”, tightening my jaw and holding my breath. I am feeling very uncomfortable by the exact question what I actually want to ask.

         This time the fear looks in her eye, she looked terrified at this point towards me and answered – “Everyone fears of death, no one wants to die, even when is in such an early age but everyone dies … someday and somehow”, did you know the most amazing moment of my life was, when i met with you, when i fall in love with you, the love & time i shared with you have all been, so without any regret i can say the exact answer for your question is “YES” I am afraid from coming guest”.

            She admitted the answer which was just opposite of my expectation, In spite of our immortal love, i am painfully and perfectly aware about the truth.

            “Oh” I breathed, looking down into her eyes, taking her hands in my palms, “I expected for some other answer”.

            By the end of the last line, I stand from my place, starring continue in her eyes, she is still seated at her place, tears rolling down over her pinkish cheeks, which makes me uncomfortable, I put my hand on her shoulder, she stands up and looks in my eye straightforwardly-:

             “Do you want to know why my answer was so unexpected” She asked.

             “Shall I” I answered.

             “Don’t be lying please, it will be my last answer or question for today” she said.

          Okay, “tell me” I murmured biting my lip, pushing her close to my chest as much as possible. “Tell Me Why”.

              “Because I Love You and You won’t be there” She answered.

             "Love is not just about finding the right person, but creating right relationships, it’s not about how much love you have in the beginning, but how much love you built till the end, besides it is very hard to forget someone who gave you so much to remember."

                                             

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