The End

She scrolled down the mails trying to scan each one of them quickly from 2016, yes that was the last time probably they exchanged greetings. It suddenly stopped the mails which was the way they started once. She paused the scroller and clicked one from the list.

"Hey! Howdy? I am keeping busy and wasn't able to call you. Hope you are doing good. Will call you soon. Bbye, your devil who wears Prada."

Her eyes twinkled, she smiled and moved on to the next and then to the next. It's been 3 years, she didn't hear from him, neither she wrote to him. She wanted to but was not sure if she should continue writing to hin after her wedlock. If this is the right thing to do. With too many questions rushing through her mind, she felt restless, she felt the urge to hear him out once, she felt the voidness. 

Priya pulled the cushions she usually places on the bed for decor and rested her heavy mind on it, she played the music they often listened together, a simple song they both liked. Sandy wasn't too fond of Bollywood songs though but he enjoyed every bit of his life when he was with Priya. Priya and Sandy were not best of buddies, they were just by the way friends. Sandy, Sandeep Roy, an investment banker by profession but a loner as a person, met Priya, the girl full of life through some common friends and soon felt the cosmic connection. It just clicked like they were childhood buddies. He was moved by the simplicity of this stupid Bengali girl who knew how to enjoy life with the less that she had and he being one of the most eligible bachelors was not happy with the lot he earned. He wasn't ready for a relationship but was looking for someone to free him from himself.

Sandy was a prospective groom for most Bengali mothers who were interested in getting their daughter married to a tall, dark, handsome boy, for Sandy he wanted something else from life. He was not seeking a bride, he was seeking a partner in crime. He wanted someone who could sneak through the wall he has built around him. Priya did, yes she sneaked in without his notice. When, how and why, no one could answer that but she silently reached that intimate zone where he started sharing everything with her, his life, his work, most importantly his love. He never told her that until may 10th 2015, Priya sent him a wedding invitation, he was shocked, speechless, he was disturbed. He knew she was in a relationship with one of her best buddies, he knew she was happy, he knew everything but still. He sent a cold reply "I wish you all the best for your new life".

Priya was startled by the doorbell, she knew it was her maid but she didn't want anyone to disturb the flow of her thoughts. Priya told the maid to come tomorrow and shut the door of her 2 bedroom apartment. This apartment was built brick by brick by her, she handpicked each and every grain of sand, every decor, matching curtains and cutlery, she calls it home. She is the simpleton wife, who takes utmost care of the house, married to a banker and spends her day at home either keeping her home spick and span or thinking about how she could probably spend more time penning down her story which she would want to share with her readers. 

Priya's mind drifted to the last message sent by Sandy on the 11th of July 2016, he has asked for her number again. Yes, he has deleted the number as an outrage of the news she broke of tying the knot. Sandy told Priya not once but many times how much he loved her, how much he wanted her in his life and how much he would like to spend the rest of his life with her but Priya was not sure about it. She liked him but she didn't know if it was love. She loved talking to him but was it something she would like to do for the rest of her life, she was perplexed and then she moved on with her childhood friend and got married to Dev. Dev, was a banker too with a fat salary to fulfill all her dreams but Priya now missed Sandy all of a sudden. 

She typed with trembling hands, though the chat window showed him online 7 hours ago, it's the time difference that she is used to of. Sandy lived in London and she is used to the difference of 4.5 hrs. She finally typed, "Hey! Howdy? Just wanted to say Hi. I'm sure you must be married now or probably have kids or maybe just the old boy I knew once. Do you still smoke? Still go to the gym? Still eat sandwich to avoid cooking? Or maybe you found some1 special to cook for you now. Don't know how and where to stop so maybe I leave with a small question do you still remember me?? Yours devil who never wore a Prada."

Seconds turned into minutes and minutes to hours, she was restless throughout hoping for a reply, butterflies in her stomach, she checked her messenger again and again. Time moved on, life moved on and so did Sandy. He was online, he is online and he will be online but probably her "Hey" will never be answered. Priya deleted Sandy from her contact list, she knows he will never reply. As she turned off the laptop she asked herself was she wrong to not love him? Was it a wrong choice to not reply to Sandy's message? Was it a wrong thought to message him now after 3 years all of a sudden? As the laptop screen turned black she just spoke her mind out "everything change especially people".