Pain

After a full day’s wait, she pinged him on WhatsApp. It’s very unlikely that she would initiate a ping. Call it her ego or her pride. But something about him compelled her to know his whereabouts. Not that he was the best catch available in the market. They had not even heard each other’s voice for more than 8 years. A dating site got them closer, almost luck by chance. Closer not in proximity but through the pool of emotions. They would tell each other stories. Stories of their life some good, some funny, some tragic, some ironic. However, these stories are what made them who they are today. A thought would trickle to her why did she like him other than the fact that she always liked his company even when they chatted through a frivolous chatroom. Even now both of them had many options in the market to get associated with. He was a rich person with a good body. She was poor with an unhealthy body. He liked to love life that could be controlled, she liked to live a life that ran on faith. But what pulsated between them was the pain. She could resonate with him. He had that pain very fresh in his heart that she is carrying for years together. That pain that makes you lose hope in life, that pain that makes you let go trust forever into an unknown space where it fades like the stars of a cloudy night. You can see that trust playing hide and seek from behind the clouds of thoughts.

… maybe I will continue it on some other day. For now my reader I have only this much to offer.