Would you come lie down here next to me, here in this soft grass under the open sky? Come, I’ll show you the countless stars that shine here under us. I don’t know all their names, but sure all of them ain’t named. We could give them few names of our own. You see the stars you’ll know, they are just there to shine in their own place, forever as it pleases. You can’t find more purpose of meaning for them. Their purpose is just to sit there and shine as long as it pleases. Just like us, you next to me, me next to you. Shine.

Today I dreamt about you. It was the first time that you were in my dreams. No wonder there as I was thinking about you a lot lately. It is a bit logical isn’t it. But what wasn’t logical was the dream. I saw you, though actually we haven’t even met. I spoke to you, which I might not. And I asked you out, which I never will. You stood there like a lifeless mannequin. You reflected no emotions like you have never felt any. You weren’t unhappy, but you weren’t a bit glad either. Buy you did utter a yes, cause there was joy in my face not that I can look as my own. Certainly you didn’t reflect my feeling as well. It would be clearly immoral to take that yes with that tone a real yes. But I didn’t care, nothing bothered me from taking you out. Even I couldn’t stop me. I’m sure we have been seeing for a while now as we were standing facing each other with your cold face like snow heaped between my palms. It’s quite surprising how a dream could make you feel something played out with the curtains down. The chase was cut to and there you were, staring right into my eyes, frozen. For something that cold, the lips were still red as I kissed them. It was not pleasurable for either of us. I mean, physically yes, but otherwise. But I had zero guilt. Not me, I sure was feeling bad but the one doing it wasn’t. But that was not the issue. I hardly remember getting into a room let alone not closing the door. And a women passed by taking a peek. And I couldn’t say why the guilt seeped now. A moment later a man came then the women, then another and then a few. They were hysteric and looking for something and nothing stopped them looking around. They were clearly unhappy. I’m sure they were looking for happiness not for their own but just to snatch it away from me. But the anxiety already took it. But what really bothered me was you, standing there looking around without exhibiting an emotion. Even a little hate would have helped me get over the shade glooming my head. Suddenly the room was clear. It was off sudden but not something snapped away in a frame, just a natural way of sudden disappearance. I stood alone in that room as light retreated through the single door. The shadow grew and I wondered why it was so dark.

There were two pages left to finish the story but the train already reached the station. It wasn’t a thriller or a suspense that is going to be revealed only in the next two pages. Nobody need to be rescued. There are questions that remain unanswered. But I’m sure given the author, it is gonna be left unanswered. But it does give you the satisfaction, to finish the book just as you reach the station, with a hearty fulfillment of completing the book. May be I should have kept reading instead of taking that nap. But I hardly slept last night with all the anxiety. May be I could have skipped standing by the door as the train swept pay the hill terrain. But that was my favourite part of traveling on this route. May be I wasn’t distracted by the kids arguing, buy that was fun. I can’t get off the next station, thought it is within the city, I’ll be definitely late for the meeting. Those two pages didn’t have much importance to the rest of the story. It’s sort of saying goodbyes. The story is already done, but it’s like leaving out the desert in the plate. Not like it’s gonna be a sweet ending. I refreshed thinking about the chances those two pages can take. What if I’m wrong. What if it wasn’t goodbyes. Rather they get together instead. The bus reached the stop.

The coffee was laid. Still not much was spoken. “You’ll get your iced tea in a minute sir”. I didn’t care. Words were discovered to communicate. And there were a lot of them too. But it was hard to fill those silences with them. The pathetic music of the coffee shop was trying to alter the rhythm of my heart. I didn’t realise it’s presence all this while. “You said you wanted to talk!”. I did. The tea was served. Drowned the words for a couple of seconds. I just wanted to talk some nonsense. No one warned me that over a cup of coffee, nonsense was pretty hard to find. I tried to tell her about the book that I left unfinished, but I couldn’t remember the title.