Three Goodbyes, Part 3

Jun 24, 05:50 AM

Link to part 2

t was drizzling when Yash landed in Bangalore. When he left two years later, it wasn’t.

The apartment looked emptier than usual. “Are you sure you didn’t forget anything?”, she asked as she surveyed her immense collection of shoes in order to pick one. It was always a tough choice. “I don’t think so,” he paused for a second, and added, “Well if I did, you can always give it to me when we meet in a few weeks.” She turned and smiled. He smiled too. They were only going to meet once more, before parting for a long, long time. But somehow, it made this departure seem less final. “Alright, I am ready. Let’s go!” He dragged the enormous bags out of the apartment. “Last apartment hug?”, she asked teasingly after he had made the final check on the luggage. As they hugged, he felt something moist on his shoulder. He lifted her face and knew that the fact that he won’t be around anymore had hit her just now.

They were soon in the cab driving towards the airport. “I sometimes think that my life is like a movie”, she said as the cab went past a coffee house they’d spent many evenings reading together. She was past her sentimental moment.
“Really? What do you mean?”
“You know, it’s like there is always this invisible audience that I am performing for. All the little acts of life: from lifting a cup to entering an office door. I feel a need to do all of it with a certain poise as if somebody somewhere was watching every single thing. Oh, by the way, did you remember to keep your tickets? I saw them on the bookshelf.”
“Yup, I did. I think I know what you mean. And now that I think about it, I feel something like that too. Except, it’s a little different for me. For me every little moment, every little act, should fall in the proper flow of things. It’s like all of it is part of a bigger thing and should fit perfectly. I guess that bigger thing is like your movie.”
“Or like a long, well choreographed dance number.”
That thought amused her. “If they ever make a movie out of your life, it’ll have to be a musical!”
“Well, I just hope it’s full of Punjabi dance numbers!”. They looked at each other, and burst into laughter. She hated that music.

As he entered the automatic glass door that marks the final boundary between those who leave and those who stay, he looked back; she was still standing there, smiling. He found at the check-in counter that his bags were overweight and he haggled to make sure he paid the smallest price for the extra baggage: his ex-roommate had made that a habit out of him. It took 20 minutes. As he finally carried his bags to the escalator, he looked back towards the door to find her still there. He knew she would stand there till she was sure he couldn’t see her anymore. When he looked back for the final time, she was still there, smiling. It made him feel like time in this place is going to freeze, and no matter how long he was away, he would still find her at the same place, smiling, when he came back. That put his mind to peace. He found an empty seat near his departure gate and took out the novel he had been reading. “Just 50 pages left”, he thought to himself, “let’s see if I can finish this one before boarding begins.”

Rahul Jha




  1. “What happened in Bangalore ?” part is missing :)

    Saurabh Chauhan · Jun 27, 08:13 PM · #

  2. Nice! You can keep adding more details to the same story :) “his ex-roommate had made that a habit out of him “ – that gives away who you are referring to :P

    Megha · Jul 5, 10:37 AM · #

  3. @meg: Lol! Yup, I couldn’t write a story about Bangalore without at least a fleeting reference to him :P

    Rahul · Jul 5, 05:28 PM · #