On that day there was hardly any movement though. It had been
drizzling all through. On the other side of the glass window drops of
water were plopping from the roof above.
There was a lake somewhere. there weren't many people. There was
a resturant like a hexagon nearby. I don't think i would be able to
describe what was it like inside. but, it was a small place. The walls
were made of glass. There was one huge table in the centre where
many people could sit facing each other and chat. and there was this
table that lined the six walls. there were chairs decked up on which
people could sit facing the lake and see.
They chose to sit facing the lake instead of facing each other.
Because this way the eyes seldom lock. That would mean less
questions being asked, less of tides rising within, more of silence.
Through the glass, the smells of the lake couldn't reach us. The
sounds were muted. But they could see those smells and sounds.
And that is what they did for sometime.
She turned behind to see a kid ripping apart a sandwich when she
called the waiter. He did too. The kid looked cute and when he
looked at them, they smiled. That was the first thing they shared
that day,the laugh. Later of course there would be more such things,
she sighed. Memories of moments gone by; stretches of time in the
past that passed between them in the world's oblivion, were sure
to come back.
The passage of time slowed down a little. It became more obvious.
When he lifted the cup to his mouth and the vapours from the coffee
settled on his glasses turning him blind, he looked like a cartoon that
moment, just like the old days. They smiled again. between the
smiles, the times were turbulent. The reason of their coming
together after so long stood between them? After this long a gap, the
void had been so well embedded in her that it felt like an inborn part.
A phoenix isn't for real, is it? Nothing comes back to life.
