A Final Farewell

A Final Farewell
It was a final goodbye, a last utterance before departing. It made the  day  quite important as we prepared ourselves for the final parting. Yes, it was to be the last time any of us saw each other. It was the toughest time of my life, I don’t think it was easy for her too, but the moment was to go away as soon as it was here; it was to be history in a short while, but it was to take with itself a whole lot of each of us wrapped in a miniscule moment and  none of us could do anything positive about it. I wasn’t sure of what I should be saying to her at this moment. It had to be something special, after all, it was to be the last one, which made it special in its own typical manner.

A lot of words remained unarticulated deep within our glottises, some  were banged-up against our lips, and even more remained unborn in our minds. They were never to see the light of the day. A lot remained to be recorded in history books, but our history was never going to complete itself. There were to be a hundred-and-one meeting-points in the city where we could have met without attracting anyone’s attention, there were a lot more such places to be discovered by us, but we were to part ways now. We were not going to meet again, probably never. It was raining cats and dogs that day; I was sure the sky joined me in mourning our parting.

In a short while, our faces were going to be the most sought after entities in the world. There is a typical joy  ingrained within one’s face that is encashed when one looks at one’s beloved. The phenomenon has such intoxicating effects that one is prepared to go to all ends only for a mere look at the other’s face. We were going to yearn for even a glimpse of each other’s faces for a long time to come, if not forever. We had looked at each other at least a million times, and yet, it wasn’t enough. We had not had our fills of each other’s faces; we never could. We wanted to drink more and more of the elixir we discovered in each other’s eyes while we looked into them.

A mystical beauty was delineated in our faces; we were headed to discover it before anyone else could even get a hint of it. Before this beauty could fade into ignominy, another typical beauty was discovered by us. Holding each other’s hands was enough to propel tons and tons of happiness and satisfaction through us. We discovered a lot more definitions of beauty, there seemed a lot more to be discovered, but all of a sudden, she decided to part ways. I often wish I had set out on my explorations within her at an appropriate time, but somehow, it didn’t coincide with the appointed time.

 There was so much to be discovered, and a lot more to be found while our fingers dug into each other’s palms. I wonder if she would have discovered all those secrets I was bent on concealing in my fist. She wouldn’t have liked it had she come to know of them. There were a whole lot of secrets buried in her palms too. I’m not sure if they would have gone down my throat smoothly. Anyway, there wasn’t going to be any such chance.

Our faces had all adventures of our lifetimes inscribed on them at present, this was where all the years we had spent together were going to be highlighted quite prominently. While those around us may never notice anything amiss in our faces from tomorrow, but we were sure to observe quite a few lines missing. The missing element robs us of its ultimate beauty. It was going to be a beautiful sketch painted, but I wonder if it is going to be worth any of the pathos we were going to experience at parting.

 A whole lot of adventures were going to shine brightly on our faces, and they were going to reflect themselves whenever we looked at each other like an image reflects itself in a mirror. There were going to be several instances when this was to happen. We still had to   come to terms with the reality that we were never going to be together ever again. There was an abyss of depression to be leaped over, and it was to  be a deep and dark one. I held her hand a bit more tightly as if it was a lifeboat for someone sinking in a deep ocean.

 I don’t know how I shall manage to pull myself out of the ocean of misery and depression. It was time to give her a final kiss. We hugged each other; there was a kiss. It was the last and final hug before the last and final kiss; I realised that we had been playing a game of cricket, and she had been declared ‘out’. She was never going to be back in the same form again. Never.

I felt quite bad as if a train’s engine was hooting as it declared its preparation for a departure. She was on board the train, I was going to be left standing on the platform, and there wasn’t anyone to pull the train’s chain. I wish I had the courage to pull the chain and keep pulling it for a long time. I didn’t want the train to leave. I didn’t want her to leave.

At the end of the day, I shook myself awake from the delirium I was a part of. Promises I had made to myself  stand out taller than any I ever made to her. Ours wasn’t going to be a love-story like Romeo-Juliet where they killed themselves in the end: we were not going to kill ourselves. Many more adventures await to be discovered by us, but we shall not be able to discover them. May someone else discover them.