Locked Up {Fiction}

She looked absolutely stunning in that salwar. I just wanted to run my fingers through her black long hair which i knew would be smoother than silk right now. She must have just come out of the shower. Head & Shoulders apparently do the trick with the smell and silkness but you still wanted to be attracted to the person. I was, and I have been for 10 years now. She didnt notice me, but I was paying detail to every single part of her.

The long red ear rings suited her hand chains she was wearing. She was the perfect artist when it came to being elegant yet sophisticated while she dresses up her clients for their functions, parties, etc. She always wanted to do that. Her interest in creativity was unmatchable. I wanted to slide across and hug her from behind, knowing that it might startle her but when there is a picture pefect image, sometimes you like to sit and stare at it. She was my image, my inspiration to wake up every morning and my soul. 10 years, I havent felt anything less.

She turned around. I nearly cried. It is as if I had just seen her for the first time. I wish i never fall out of love with her. She was smiling and she knew that I was radiating inside. She had always known that. We fought, hated each other on certain days and absolutely killed each other in moments, but she knew she could melt me with just one smile. She had been making tea. Lipton Ceylon Tea to be exact. She knew I was the tea person in the evenings. Like an apple a day keeps a doctor away, a Sri Lankan brother needed his tea.

She sat beside me, confused as to why I was looking at her today in a more special way than the other days. She didnt know how much I had missed her, how much I miss her and how much I will continue to miss her. I heard a voice say “Baby, do you love so much you can stare at me all day ?”.

I woke up with a chill in my spine and feeling frightened and excited. Those were her last few words. I was luckily to survive that crash. We didnt speak in the car after I had the tea that evening at home. I wanted to be with her in silence and enjoy her presence in the drive. She always checked whether i kept a photo of her in my wallet, but I guess she forgot and locked it up in my heart before she passed away …..