I planned a perfect day, as perfect memories were shattered on the floor of my room and I began to gather them all. I saw 'Jolly' crawling over them, and her saliva dropped over our favorite picture. “How the candle melts embracing the flow of winds around it , and if winds try to blow in a harsh manner it just blows off, same was I, I used to melt in his arms but until he is mild and gentle with me, any harshness used to quiver me….”
The ‘perfect memory’ was having us, me and my magic guy! and it was a perfect day for me and my Jolly, as it was Sunday. I can’t play piano neither I am good at chords of guitar but I love listening to them. Somehow Jolly seems to understand it all , within less than thousand mornings of her life…
‘Deno’ the music teacher of the school I work in, used to took tutions in the morning every summer and I never miss to take Jolly there. I mite seem wrinkled face to others but to deno I was the Sunday charm, even though he can’t see me, he cant see mornings and nights either.
Jolly was sitting beside the guitar very much into the chords, trying something with her tiny finger .She never seemed so much into my anecdotes as into the music, though she used to listened to them accompanied with Deno on his synthesizer , he used to listen it all and forced me to continue writing.
Coming back to perfect day , I cooked pasta and grilled vegetables for the school kids and me and Deno served them with cookies from the famous store of the town. Smiles of those little angels made it perfect for me, rather us!
I knew its going to rain today, I am regular listener of weather forecasts in this strange land, and I took out my cigar to ward off my thoughts with smoke . I had chosen a lonely alcove in the house, to be with me only. The lake and the white birds on it formed my view, and the thunder storm winds blew away my stole. I felt Deno could see me, even though he can’t, but his piano was silent, only Jolly was playing with chords which was ephemeral. The picture from the morning memory came into my mind and I was sure that if it would have been part of a movie dealing in romance at school, it could have created a market of hit publicity. It pictures perfectly the school kids in love, the genre of movie I don’t wish Jolly to watch as I followed them in my days.
Suddenly I felt something on my shoulders, and crawling down, it was emotionless to me, and I turned to look into his eyes which seemed to see me….
Just a step later I was reminded about my cherished past the moment as I listened to the chords of guitar plucked by Jolly, I quailed next moment.
And, I am writing it tonight as tomorrow I am moving to the another strange land, as I don’t wanna fall in love. I know what I want and what I always desired. I have seen, listened to the grief of love. I don’t wana be part of them as a bad memory and as a painful chapter. So whenever it seems to me that I am becoming second chapter in someone’s life I choose to Quit.
I wanna share it to all girls , not only my Jolly who will be feeling same, going through same phase.”Dont choose to move on, if you have to step back! “
