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ILA RAMESH

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Written By

ILA RAMESH

LOVE AFTER AGES

It was just a regular day when Anna returned from the office, but today, a smile glittered on her face. She was too happy to think of the prospect of spending the weekend alone with her books, which eagerly awaited her warm touch. As she sipped her usual cup of tea, RD Burman played softly in the background. This was her sacred time of the weekend, dedicated to diving into the beautiful memories of her tender love. He was always present in her thoughts, still alive within the chaos of her mind. Anna had never shared any of this with her husband, who longed to be with her despite the miles that separated them due to his busy business dealings.

Sometimes, Anna pondered the actual meaning of love. Why was it so complex? What relevance did it hold in our lives? She derived immense pleasure from her mere fantasies of love. Did she truly love her husband, or had she loved him as much as she loved Rohan? There was always a sense of incompleteness that lingered in the love she showed her husband. But never mind, she told herself; it had been thirteen years, and tomorrow she would meet Rohan. A whirlwind of emotions reminded her of the times when she experienced the deepest feelings. Anna felt like a gentle drizzle of snow in a scenic landscape.

Over the years, she had spent beautiful weekends on the balcony, watching the sun set, only to rise again with new hope and light. As she thought of Rohan, she couldn't control the tiny drops rolling down her cheeks. Rohan was married now and had two kids, yet Anna still yearned to see him. She was unsure how she would react upon meeting him after so long. "I couldn't even attend his wedding," she whispered, "but he was the one who texted me out of the blue one day. I didn't go to him," she added softly.
Rohan was always there in her poetry, her stories, and her imagination. It must be true that a woman can never forget the man who touched her for the first time. It was indeed special; he was the one who awakened dormant feelings in her as a young girl who knew nothing of love or physical intimacy. She remembered the nights they lay close together, those moments when she would kiss his tiny nose and lips that felt as soft as an infant's hands. Those were her favourite moments. She recalled how she used to lie on his chest, enjoying the coziness and feeling his breath deep inside.

It was almost seven, and she was lost in her thoughts when a knock at the door jolted her back to reality. It was the courier boy delivering her orders. After receiving the package, she headed to the kitchen to continue with her daily chores. Even while making the bed, something felt unusual. Am I she tensed?.............. Am I guilty? Anna couldn't pinpoint the source of the constant disturbance in her mind. A sense of mayhem enveloped her.
The next day, she woke early, even before her alarm rang. Anna was curious to meet her lost love. "He told me he'd come by at noon, and we would have lunch together," she thought. Wanting to look her best, she draped herself in a black linen saree with a parrot green border, the pallu adorned with green tassels. She wore a green glittery bindi and silver-lined mirror jhumkas that hung tantalizingly from her ears. She felt it looked just perfect.

As she dressed, She remembered when Rohan had once told her how special she was to him. What would have made him take such a decision then? Was he really deceiving me, or was there something else? Was there anything that I didn't give him? She wondered. Then why did he leave me in the encircling gloom? "It's true that life has given me all the happiness I longed for, except him," she said to herself.
She gazed into the mirror and examined her reflection. A faint smile crossed her lips. "Why did I choose this saree with a green border?" she wondered aloud. "Is it because green was his favourite? But why do I still make it a point to consider his likes and dislikes?" she mumbled softly. Suddenly, the doorbell rang. Her heart raced. "Is it him?" she asked herself, springing up to answer it. A complex layer of thoughts overshadowed her mind as she gathered her courage and opened the door. There he stood, wearing the same smile she had left behind thirteen years ago.
She welcomed him inside. They both sat at the table, searching for each other's responses. He placed his hands over hers and expressed how happy he was to see her after all these years. But all she could hear was the heavy pounding of her heart.
"I'm sorry, Anna," he said. "I know my words will never suffice for what I did. I've said this before, but it's all I can offer. I won’t blame you; I didn't even think you'd respond to my messages, let alone agree to meet. But I'm glad you didn’t completely ignore me after everything."
Anna listened in silence, recalling each moment of their past. It felt as though she were gasping for breath in the depths of a dark ocean, the currents moving back and forth. Rohan continued his stream of apologies, which sounded stereotypical at best. With an unwavering gaze, Anna looked into his face, her deep blue eyes searching.

"You just feigned love to me, didn’t you? Love was always fleeting for you. Remember? You told me that when I proposed. On every Valentine’s Day, I constructed broken images of the love I received from you. I fantasized that love would eventually entice me. But today, as I confront you, I don’t feel sad. My heart doesn’t ache. There’s only a slight regret thinking about how gullible I was as a twenty-year-old. Yet, I emerged stronger, happier, and more independent.

"Rohan struggled to respond. What could he say? He listened, calm as a wave."
So then, what did you do, Rohan? How can you hurt someone for loving you? I still don’t understand the gist of that whole idea. Maybe, as we say, the world is enigmatic, and so are its beings, right?" Anna remarked lightly."
Anna, I loved you. I still do, but I never expressed it. I was just a coward. The happiness I gave you was fleeting, while your love was pure, but I tainted it."

"You know what? Life has given me enough, Anna. I have never been truly happy all these years. I felt lost, disturbed, and obnoxious. I always put on a mask, hiding my emotional self even in front of you, and I think that has strangled my entire life."
"Oh, come on, Rohan! Where are you heading with this? I just casually asked to see your reaction," she said with a light-hearted chuckle. "You're still as serious as ever!"

Rohan chuckled, but then Anna continued, "Can we please stop digging through our past? It's time for us to have some tea together. I don’t want to dwell on the remnants of our love.
"With a sense of levity, she moved to the table. They shared the best moments of their lives, stepping lightly onto fading memories and refurbishing them with laughter and joy. Bangalore was special for both of them, filled with cherished moments. The traffic, city lights, crowds, cold December nights, college life, friends, and the fast-paced rhythm of life all created their zen zone.
As darkness fell, the stars shone brightly in the lustrous night sky. Anna pointed to the balcony and exclaimed, "That’s my favourite spot! I listen to my favourite songs every evening while standing there. It feels so good; it's the best place in the whole house!"
"That sounds lovely," Rohan said, confiding his thoughts in silence. The cool wind carried the fragrance of a thousand gillyflowers, accompanied by a fresh drizzle and streaks of thunder in the night sky.

Anna hugged Rohan tightly. He couldn’t reprimand her this time; he felt like he was finally experiencing something he had been missing all along. “I love girls with long hair," Rohan said, his tone profound. "And don't you love the tint of green on anything? “Anna smiled, recalling some of their best days together. Love lingered, the search was over, and her grieving heart felt at peace as memories echoed softly, illuminated by an immortal light. Anna ran her hands down his tiny nose and said, "I've missed this all along." She kissed it, snuggling into him. The night felt brighter and more colourful than the day, as they drowned in love, drenched in their shared past.

The next day, it was almost time for Rohan to leave. "It was the best day of my life, Anna," he said. "Mine too," Anna replied joyfully. "I can't thank you enough for this. The night was wonderful. I had a great time. And yes, I hope we never meet again.
"His response was incredulous. “Anna, what's going on? We rekindled our friendship, our love... our everything, didn’t we?"
"Rohan, you lost me long ago. You lost everything I had to offer. It's been too long. I know your troubles, but I can't do anything about it," she replied, her tone steady. "You can’t get back what you lost in time. It’s all gone. That girl who loved you with all her heart and purity is no more. You lost me forever the moment your heart began to beat for another woman, your wife and the mother of your kids."
"And do you know what the night was all about?" she continued. "It was just a reminder—a reminder of what love once meant for that girl you rejected." With a smile that shone like pretty little stars, Anna took her leave, heading back to her world-a world of love that transcended human sensibilities.

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