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I was walking down a strange street which I had never seen
before. It was so daa-aark. The road was not seen as it was covered with dry
leaves. The environment I walked in was so pleasant that, it could make any
normal person feel great but I wasn’t happy at all. But why? My hands were
feeling incomplete without his fingers. Yes he wasn’t with me, anyyyy-mooooore.
I wanted the road to lead to his place but I was sure it wouldn’t. I wanted him
to run towards me from the farthest of the road I could see but he wouldn’t. I
tried hard to plaster a smile on my face to make myself feel that I was bold
enough to face the situation. But all I could do was to cry, cry
aloud. Everytime we met he used to slide behind me as silently as
possible to go unnoticed. He used to walk along for a while behind me. Suddenly
he would hit my head from my right and vanish in the left. This time when I
walked I constantly looked back but he wasn’t there to play his usual prank.
Suddenly I could feel a familiar touch over my head. Was it him? Was he
following me all this road-long as usual? I turned to my right, and then left
again right, then left but he wasn’t there. I looked up like a fool wanting him
to be there at least. I did not want to miss a single direction, I was missing
him soooo much. It wasn’t him but a dry leaf that hit my head. Suddenly my head
where the milli-gram weighing leaf had hit started aching so bad as though a
ton weight had fallen down from a great height. I closed my eyes in pain not in
the head but in my heart.
I could feel the wetness of his lips on my
forehead. This time I didn’t want to disappoint myself so soon so I took a
little more time to open my eyes.My mind knew it couldn’t be him but my heart
refused to take the truth. I slowly opened my eyes crossing my fingers but
again it wasn’t him but the rain drop. I wanted it to rain badly as I wanted
someone to cry along with me, it pained so much in heart. It did rain heavily
and my tears went vanishing in it thought I cried badly.
I could see a big shining stone at a few steps in front. I
ran to it and saw what it was. I cried harder, hardest as never before. He was
no more. I touched his name scripted on the stone and washed the grave with my
tears. Suddenly I opened my eyes and everything vanished, his grave, the land,
the road I walked on, everything vanished.I was in my good old bedroom. But
there was one thing that remained- my tears. Did I really cry? I was wondering
what had affected me so much.
“Was all that a dream? But why did I suddenly dream of such things?” That is when I realized
how much I got involved into the book I was reading “P.S.I Love YOU”. Gerry of
this book dies on a day that happens to be my birthday. Maybe that was the
reason. Still I am refused to come out of the dream. Now as I proceed reading
the book I feel as though it’s me who is talking to me, it’s me who cries for
the dead Gerry. I am sure this dream will stay fresh in memories and the tears
will stay in my heart for a life time. Who knows one day I might get letters
from the dead Gerry in my dreams for every month.
It might be just a book we read or a movie we
watch but the impact these things create are not just measurable. Books have
the power to change one’s thinking and also life. I feel sorry for myself for
having realized this so late. “Better late than never” I pat my own back.
aw, i am about to read this book....why did u have to reveal about gerry's death *buries my head in my arms and weeps* :'(
ReplyDeletegerry's death is the start of the book :)
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