SORRY ! WHAT WAS YOUR NAME AGAIN?

I was having a ball of a time, things after a long while seemed finally falling into their places.

Have you ever noticed an ant diverted from its trail? The trail that it's meant for . Place a stick in front and it walk over or smear a drop of water and it will walk around but make its way back to the trail.

Colony ! They form and they stick by it no matter what but they fulfil their purpose. Life as we see it , does it have a purpose after all?

For all the good in the world, there is bad !

For all light, darkness !

For all life , death ! So, what is the point of being ?

Six months back I was so frustrated of my life that I started questioning the very purpose of it. I was depressed, not suicidal but an insanity, a chaos dwelt within. To get a break from reality , I started reading ! Books were my company ...

History, as we know it offers more than just facts i.e., if you're willing to seek . It is written by those who lived to tell their tale but what about them who were defeated to death? We will never know their part of the story. The pain, the suffering , the deceit that they faced is all written in there if you choose to see it.

During one of those days on a warm sunny afternoon in the library, I met her. The girl of my dreams! She was so perfect with a smile so innocent, the depths of her personalities revealed every passing day ...

Eventually as we started dating over the course of time I figured she is not quite comfortable talking about her past. "I like to face life as it comes, and live by the moment ! After all the only time we only live is the present ",she said. "Take a look at the time we spent together, it's great but it's all in the past. There's no way we can live it again , so now is what we've got !" Her perspective of life was different from the rest of us which amused me the most. But we also did live together just like any ordinary couple does, we celebrated our special days and talked about our day.

She has always been more of a listener, unlike the usual girl she was emotionally invested in me. It made me feel special and made me confident, I started performing better at work! We used to read together and never went to the movies, often rent out old classics and sometimes talk all night about the possibilities. I was on cloud nine! It started to feel like life has a purpose after all.

Even though I knew just about a little more than nothing about her, there is hardly anything about me she didn't. But that didn't me as such. I am a sucker for mystery and she made me feel alive.

Out of the many bizarre possibilities we talked about, last night on the phone just about when I was about to doze off she started , "the day before I couldn't help but think," and she paused. "Have you ever thought about how will you find me if I go missing ? What will you do if one morning you wake up, pick up the phone to call me but my number is not on your phone?"

I was about to answer but she seemed even more excited , " You'll check on whatsapp, instagram, even facebook but there is no one by my name. We haven't been out together in public so you have no one else to ask if they had seen me there!" she added.

"Well, quite intriguing but I believe I will then have to find someone who'd cease to exist and live by the moment as you taught me to." I answered quite calmly.

"Wow ! Really!!

So not even a tiny drop of tear, huh?" She sounded annoyed.

"Obviously not, my dear but that is a probability I am afraid. I think I'd sleep on that and get back to you," I chuckled.

"Hmm!" she said. "Well, good night dear."

"Good night" I said starring at her phone number one my screen & I asked , "Sorry! What was your name again?" She disconnected. I knew she'd heard me & there is no use in calling back tonight.

The next morning it was pouring hard. I was late, I hurried and got dressed. On my way out I didn't check for her name in the contacts , I dialled her number.

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