Room no. 27

HE NEVER LOOKED BACK... I WAS THERE.. LOOKING AT HIM... UNTIL HE DISAPPEARED.. FIRST FROM SIGHT.. THEN FROM LIFE.. BUT HE'S STILL ON MY MIND... ON THIS SLEEPLESS NIGHT !!

I had pictures of him in my room... I had pictures of him in my soul... I tore them off from my walls but they still spread their colors like wings in my soul... They don't let me escape.. they don't let me fly.. they don't let me be and they don't let me go...

Yes, he mattered to me.. yes he meant the world... but one morning he just got up and said, hey I don't love you anymore ! I was speechless... I was calm.. because the fire was within then and it still burns me...

He left me like an old book and started afresh.. walked past me that I didn't exist.. and I was there standing.. with open eyes but disapproved regrets.. with a broken heart but unending hopes...

A laughing stock and a reason to worry... For many people I was someone who needed sympathy.. but I wanted him.. coz life became suffocating.. nights became longer and thoughts became darker...

No... He didn't come back.. if that's what you want to ask... But I'm still here.. outside his room.. room no. 27 !

But I was there... Outside room no. 27.. lifting my arm up to knock again.. then putting it down n walking away every night.. helpless and clueless but still not hopeless.. I loved him like I loved my dreams.. my sleep.. my goals.. my life...

I walked down his corridor every now and then.. I looked around his stuff lying outside his room... Sometimes I even smelled his towel.. yes I did that.. it gave me few breaths to survive.. I was used to his smell and presence and suddenly it was all gone.. it felt as if someone died !

It's not that I didn't know that he was with 'her' inside.. I knew.. I knew it all ! But as it is said love drives you crazy.. because you hope the impossible, you believe the untruth... Is that a word ? I don't care...

I'm writing my story in these stories because it will be gone in another 24 hours... Like my life changed in 24 hours and I was standing there.. outside room no. 27... Hoping for a boomerang or rewind.. if not that .. then a slowmotion maybe.. but no life is not Instagram... Or Facebook..

It's been over a year and he has shifted.. now room no. 27 is a memory.. that is engraved in my heart.. I still walk by the corridor and smile.. looking at your door .. and just think about a song... "Once more you open the door..."