It was the last night we were spending our pleasant time together. In a few hours time, she would be leaving me, alone. I prayed many nights before for this day not to come, but time quickly passed by. I guessed it was time. Time for us to be part. I held her head in my arms with tears rolling down my cheeks. She was too weak to speak. Beside me and her, there was no one to help me. I wanted to call someone, but I couldn’t leave her alone lying on the road. She just closed her eyes and felt the warmth of my body. “What should I do?”, I thought to myself, thinking of what had just happened. It all started in a restaurant- where we first met each other three years ago. That was the day when I let the cat out of my beg by telling her that I loved her. She knew me very well, we studied in the same high school. But I was disappointed when she told me that I had to get a job first.
And now here I am sitting in front of my love with a glass filled with red roses between us on the table. The chandelier with dim orange light and candles made the place look romantic. She looked beautiful in the candlelight. “What could possibly go wrong?”, I thought. I told her that I had a job. Her eyes met mine and she chuckled coyly- remembering to what she had told me on our last meeting. Her name is Kavena, she has curly black hair with beautiful brown eyes. I found myself staring at her face. I brought my eyes back to the roses. Kavena is gorgeous, I mean I’ve seen many girls before but, Vena was lot more beautiful, because she just seemed so natural, like she wasn’t trying to be beautiful and didn’t even care about that. She just was. With her braided hair and white dress, she seemed to glow in the candlelight. I probably would’ve sat there for the rest of the day staring at her and trying to remember what my name was, but the arrival of the waiter jarred me back to reality. “What is your order sir?”, he asked. ” Uh…two plates of spaghetti carbonara please”, Vena saved me. “Anything else darling?”, she asked me.
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” No, this will do”, I said. A few minutes later the waiter came back with two plates of spaghetti. As I lifted my fork, my phone rang, I excused myself and answered the call. Surprisingly it was my sister- Divi asking where I was. ” I’ll be home there soon, by ten I promise, and I’m bringing someone special back home”, I told her. ” Let me guess, your girlfriend? Really? How does she look like?”, she asked curiously. But after telling her that I was dining with her, she hang off. I joined Vena after a while, and we started to talk about our high school memories. As soon as we finished eating our food, I told her that I will bring her to my house, he repudiated. But after telling her that my family are curious to meet her she didn’t resist.
I offered to pay the bill, and we walked out from the restaurant. We felt the cold wind as we were heading to the car park which was 2 block away from a busy road. I held her hand while walking.” RINGG!! RINGG!!”, my phone ranged again. My grip on her hand went limp and she started to cross the busy road first, letting me answer the call. By the time I answered the call and said “Hello”, “BANGG”, a black sedan moving at high speed hit her on the side causing her to be thrown twelve metres away from where I was standing. I couldn’t believe what I just saw. I dropped my phone in disbelief. Leaving my shattered phone on the ground, I ran towards Vena. As soon as I reached the spot, I noticed her white dress was no more white in colour, instead her dress was covered with her own blood. I wanted to call someone for help, but I couldn’t leave her alone lying on the road. She just closed her eyes and felt the warmth of my body as I held her head on my arms. I cried her name, asking whether she was okay- although I knew she wasn’t.
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She noticed each details of what was happening to her. Her breathing rate-she felt that if she did not make a special effort to inhale and exhale, her body would be incapable of doing so itself, the blinking of her eyes- the image of me crying out her name, her heart was beating faster and faster . I was so helpless. I cried even more and told her I loved her very much. I felt a pert of me breaking apart. I felt that my heart was shattering into pieces.
I opened my eyes and could hear the beep sound of the heart moniter. I tried to struggle out of bed as soon as I saw my parents and sister.”Dad,mom,Divi”,, I shouted. Just in time the nurse held me back and mom came next to me.”Mom ….mom where is Vena?”, I asked. Putting into words brought tears to my eyes. She left the emergency room with her hand covering her mouth- hiding her tears, as soon I asked her. Dad followed her. Then my sister reached a chair and sat beside me, holding my hands tightly.”What happened, Naresh?”, she asked. I told her about the eerie accident. She told me that a motorist saw me- unconscious that time, and Vena lying on the road. He called the ambulance.”Where is Vena!?”, I cried. “She is fighting for her life Naresh…..fighting for her life”,she told. Her voice trembled and she had to stop.
The car accident permanently paralysed her. She was in coma due to severe head injury. I stayed n the hospital with Vena as her parents were not here- they passed away when she was young. She didn’t open he eyes. The doctor told me that today was her last day. I couldn’t take this anymore. Vena, the person I love is dying in front of my very own eyes. I seemed that I was undergoing a painful cycle. I squeezed her hand so tightly on my mouth while whispering that I won’t let her down, and repeatedly telling her that I loved her so much. Our emotional bond was too great. We understand each other in an unexplainable way. I heard the long beep sound from the heart monitor, but I just held her hand gave my best support in her last few minutes. It was all to sudden , she stopped breathing. At that moment I felt it was over.
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It was her funeral day, everyone was mourning and tears flowed uncontrollably down my cheeks-thinking that this will be the last day I will be with her. I said a prayer before covering her up. The pain was too intense, I kissed her and droplets of my tears dropped on her eyes, I thought to my self,”Please wake up Vena”,. None of my prayers were answered. Rain started to fall. I placed a ring into her fingers- a proposal ring which I should’ve given her infront of my family. The service agent closed the coffin and lowered it firmly into the soil. They took the spade and closed it with soil. I said prayer once more before placing bundles of red roses on her peaceful grave. It was awkward when I realized that it all started with red roses- on the table when Vena and I were at the restaurant, and now it was ending with red roses too- on her grave.
I knelt on the ground, looking at her grave as the winds blew my hair, I thought to myself and said, “How am I going to live a life without my love, and with my heart shattered like a glass?” At that very moment someone held my right shoulder. I turned back and it was Vena’s friend Thess. “She really loves you, Naresh, and I hope this will make you feel better”, she said while handing me one of Vena’s diary entry. I read what she had written.
” I first saw him at a restaurant, wishing he was mine. But he came to me and proposed unexpectedly . I love him allot but it is too early. I told him to get a job first.
………” I know he will com one day, and I wish I could tell him I love him too…..”, it ended.
I cried louder and louder as days and time passed by.
-by Naresh Kumar Chennapan
