First Night Without Her

2:00 AM 

Earphone plugged in. He took a warm coffee at the switch to a song...He sat in a clumsy way on a sofa with a sad face. Actually that night he woke up from a dream. Maybe that dream must be a scary one. As he survived a war held her hand tightly as like she would be lost...but when he woke up he found himself lonely crumbled in the bed and shouted like " no, no, ..." He woke up from that dreamy illusion, walked up slowly towards the drawer. He opened a portfolio of their love. "Aman 's Aida" was the sequin on every page of that portfolio. He turned the page by page. Every page reminds him that he was happy, he was happy... He turned a page one photo reminds him the happiest day of his life...that day they just walked aside the road, suddenly she went to the middle of the road and asked him to her better half not just for one life but the remaining life...which was not imagined by God. She promised him that day that she would never bring sorrow moment in his life...

You know what? 

People leave, memories don't they stick to us like a taint and she was like that...she was his favorite gift from God...

That Arijit Singh's voice played again and again like pain illustrated in his opened eyes...He sat blank, with flaccidity memories...

At 4:00 am 

Dribbling some tear in the corner of his eyes as the like end of everything...that night was the first time without her...he spent like that night was doomsday. she was no more to listen to his loneliness. She failed to keep the promise which she took that middle road...

He couldn't able to sleep that night, wait for the morning without sleep...with opened eye he just imagined her beside his and kissed his hand continuously... 

In the morning he runway towards the graveyard of his beloved one...withstanding silently in the front of her grave...he bends over and placed down a bunch of white lilies...

Some untold stories are beautiful just because of being untold...