About Her (A very short story)

“Here I am, again lost in my own thoughts, trying to figure out myself,” he said to himself as he walked down the same street that he walks day after day, every day. He had a different feeling today. He could taste the sweetness of the air, feel the touch of the wind and hear voices of the clouds. “It’s a different day,” he thought as he boarded a tempo. He was having a hard time trying to fit in amongst the other passengers of the green vehicle. It was getting late, he knew this but it was some sort of self satisfaction that held his nerve. He was confident, cool and ready to face any battle. His shoes were well polished, hair combed backwards and well oiled. It was 14th of Feb and he knew he had to reach there on time or else she would be throwing everything including the kitchen sink at him. He got out of the tempo and walked towards the meeting point. He saw her waiting agonizingly in the scorching sun, dressed in pink, looking at her watch time and again. He now started to run towards her, fearing that she would be angry. Suddenly there was a blast, a bomb blast and everything was black.  

There he lay on the hospital bed, taking slow but lung full gasps of air. He knew that every breath he took could be his last. His hands were dirty, beard unshaven and his hair all tangled and twisted with shades of brown and black, burnt by the explosion. His head sunk in the big fat hospital pillow and a ragged old blanket covered his half dead body. A body that was bruised, burnt and tampered by the cruel world that he was about to leave.

Besides the bed post, there was a small table, almost broken in half. There on the table, were his belongings that survived the bomb blast, which included his wallet. Inside his wallet was a small photo of the women that he loved more dearly than his own life. He reached his hand out on to the table and grabbed his wallet, wasting almost all of the energy that he had left inside him. With eyes full of tears he gazed deep in to the picture of his angel who had left him.