There was forecast of a heavy storm...
There was this nice room with a big chandelier and a round
table with two chairs. He pulled one chair with chivalry for her and then sit
on the other one. Her red plum dress hugged her body perfectly, accentuating
her curves. The short red hair and the black eyes made her look less than her
actual age.
He was in his black shirt with two buttons open and torn
faded jeans, something, about it was very casual, and unsettling for her nerves. Rimless
glasses were covering his eyes and messy hair covering his forehead. He looked at her
and she kept looking at the chandelier.
The red tabletop was bit too red and the plates were granite
black. The spoons and forks worked silently without disturbing the silence
between the people holding them. It wasn’t really an eloquent silent but a poignant
silence in every possible way. Something about this silence has tried to speak loudly once,
but it had died long back and now even their eyes have stopped looking at each
other, stopping all chances of communication that could have been there.
He wanted to place his hand on her shoulder but put it on the
back of her chair instead. She shivered, as if to feel his touch but did not react
much. Third round of ice cubes clinked in the glass, the sound of pouring
alcohol was clear, and he decided to reach for hand again, and then, he saw her
hand trembling a little. His lips curved into a hidden smile, “she hasn’t gone
far away, not yet” he thought.
She wanted to say something, but instead went for emptying
the whole glass in one sip. He knew the mayhem inside her, as it was happening inside
him too, ripping his heart apart and he knew, it is time for him to make
amendments for that to her. He waited for her to put the papers on table, while
going for the fourth round of whiskey and this time she finally put it on the table, in front of him- Their divorce paper.
Looking at the paper, he finally took her hand in one while
offering the whiskey in another, brushing his lips on hers, breathing heavily...
their eyes met…
There was forecast of a heavy storm...
