Thank You For Everything.

He gripped her palms gently, and she didn't seem to refuse much, matter of fact she seemed to desire more, of the warm touch that fondled with the lines on her palm.

Soft breeze rushed past them, as the shadows of the spaced trees' leaves subtly shook, forming patches of shade under the miniature reign of lamplights.

A few cars passed by, cyclists ringed merry bells, though somewhere in the post-ring silence, an inevitable sorrow seemed to linger. It didn't seem to be much distinct from the obvious lingering sorrows that are anticipated to come, and so an unsaid understanding between the two, made an agreement to live in the joy of temporal moment.

She: "Isn't it a bit cold today?"

He: "Sure is. The breeze though gentle, still carries a touch of snow due to the recent rainfall half-an-hour ago."

She: "Yeah, what was the last time, Sid, that you enjoyed getting drenched in the rain?"

He: "I always do that, I mean who doesn't?"

She: "Yeah right..."

He: "What's wrong Diya? You called me out for a walk, as you wanted to hangout, but you seem a bit worried yourself. Is there something bothering you?"

She: "Not much, I was just thinking about something."

He: "What?"

She: "Remember when we first met? You seemed the oddball in the whole group."

He: "Yeah, lol. I was such a bore. I thought most of you won't even talk to me."

She: "Well I never thought you were a bore. Though I did feel you are different."

He: "Yeah, makes sense. Being a reader of the Shakespeare amongst a generation where people don't have the patience to sit still and watch a 30 sec meme without scrolling into comments is definitely not the same."

She: "Nope. Definitely not *giggles*. But you never were boring, just someone I didn't feel like being in the right place. It felt as if you were in the wrong place, and speaking honestly, I never thought I'd share a good bond like this with you."

He: "Yeah it's strange how, we ended up becoming such great friends not talking daily, but doesn't kill our understanding either. Well, that's rare for a friendship."

She: "Yeah, a burdenless bond, where you aren't obliged to fulfill criteria and keep formalities. We're not the 'best friends' but we are certainly the 'friends of best kind'.

He: "But why talk about it, all of a sudden?"

She: "It's good to reminisce sometimes, especially when it's about accidental achievements of life."

He: "Hmm. So, what do you wanna do next? Wish to go somewhere?"

She: "Sure, how about we go eat something?"

And so the two set sail, seldom would they meet, on evenings like this one, but when they did, it was memorable for sure. From cafe, where she spilled ice cream over her black gown during dessert, to the riverbank that seemed as if moon was looking into a mirror after getting ready, it was all amusingly majestic.

And how could it not be? If not for the company. The places were all amazing but enjoying themselves together seemed to be a better reason for everything seeming so good.

"So, you leaving?" he asked looking with the eyes of a wistful expression, as if asking her to stay more.

"Mhmm, seems like 3 hours passed by sooner than we wished them to." she replied sharing the same sorrow buried in her tone.

"Let's meet again soon enough." was what he said with a gentle hope.

All she replied with was a hug and smile, and of course, a nod.

About a week later came a letter to Sid, yeah, it was from her,

Dear Sid,

Okay...it's my first time writing a letter and had it not been a surprise for your birthday, I'd not be doing this, but since you love them so well, here it goes...

I wish I could've known you sooner than this, never thought I'd feel this way for you.. You indeed were different, felt like a solace I never felt before. And even though you aren't one whom I talk to daily, you are someone who somehow heals every wound that a lot of 'daily' people give.

Am writing this because, I am not expressive as a writer like you, but I am even terrible at speaking things, still, I wanted to thank you, for doing things for me I could've never asked for, so I chose the less pathetic way.

Forgive my missing metaphors, all of which I have in my heart, but can't express on sheets somehow, not poetic as you I guess, but I'd just say, you are someone really precious to me, and I hope this letter reaches you well. If it does make sure to call me.

He stopped right there, dialed the phone, and talked to the voice at the other side saying,

"Your letter reached here, I am just reading it, and let me tell you, it lacks a lot of poetic devices that would've made it beautiful, but I would pardon you, cause it's fine among friends, after all right?

Right?... Please pick up the call... Diya."

No one did. And how would anyone, the last call that came from her house was two days after that evening, which uncovered the brain contusions she suffered from, all alone.

It was probably a sudden emergency that wasn't taken care of, and she couldn't make it. But you know the worst to him, was to know that his last missed call, was her final call.

Coming back to his room, with moistened eyes that reflected all but memories, he held the letter to read the last line as it said,

PS: I am the person who didn't get soaked in rain since a while, hope my destiny allows me to, if it does, I'd love to for once......

Yours Diya.