Where were you Ananya?
She walked passed the corridor and placed her suitcase looking at the small temple where a diya lit like her unwavering faith. As she left the house keys on the key stand above the shoe rack he came out of the study his bluetooth on his ear.
“Where are you going?” he questioned with a gesture.
She turned to face the door.
“Ananya” he excused himself from the call. “Where were you?” he surprised himself with what he just asked.
Ananya turned to her love and with with a tight smile spoke
“I?”
She looked at him for a minute the longest in the last she remembered seeing him.
“I was here Rohan. Lying somewhere in your life.” She paused.
“I was right here stacked among host of messages on your Whatsapp. I also stood in between the tight deadlines over months. Didn’t you notice me in the several voicemails.” her eyes brimmed as she spoke slowly and softly.
“I was that fleeting thought that would have passed as you busily worked on your submission. Didn’t you see me Rohan? I was trying to share a smile when you commuted after work to go to an important dinner. I waived at you over an occupied Saturday movie and a Sunday photography session. I was that struggle that got tossed between work and hobby. Colleagues and friends. I was that time between a work week and a deserved unwind. I was right there just out of your sight.” she spoke without a tinge of sarcasm.
“Oh is it?” her pain barely reached him, “So where was I Ananya?”
“You jaan?” Ananya swallowed a lump and spoke.
“You were the page I turned as I read a book. You were the blanket I cuddled on cold mornings alone in bed. You were the half filled tea cup I spoke to for hours sharing my petty gossips. You were the smile that faded when I heard our favourite song. You were the phone call that I never missed to make during lunch. You were there in my questions, in my feelings and in every emotion.”
The rage, the anger melted in seconds. That was Rohan’s heart. A silent tear rushed passed Rohan’s warm cheek as he took small steps towards his first love.
“Ani, I am sorry. Can we not work on this.” he gently held Ananya.
“Rohan.” she placed her palm on his rough beard. “We haven’t lost it all. I am still Ani for you.”
She could bear any storm but not a tear in his eyes. He embraced her in his arms as she rose to her toes giving it all once again. May be the times had changed but the solace the hug brought hadn’t.
“Miss you Rohan” She hugged tighter digging her face in his chest.
You’ve become great at fiction writing. Keep them coming!
thanks Alok, glad you liked it 🙂
This is a good piece of writing Shewta. She misses him so much and I can feel it through the lines.
thank you Tina…when a writer’s emotions reach…it is a reward 🙂
Wow Shewta,
you are genius, and I always say you are a best story teller great, you have that magic
just Loved every bit of the story ♥︎ 🙂
Thanks for sharing
Wishing you a beautiful day ahead
And keep smiling 🙂
Thank you so much Bhavik, so much appreciation….I likes…thank you once again 🙂
I am still not able to find the right word to express how beautiful it is.. You are seriously a great writer Shweta.. and I am eagerly looking forward for your book..
Thank you Mansi, you can’t imagine how happy I am for two reasons, that I find friends giving time to read a long fiction and secondly to shower so much love 🙂 thank you soooo much 🙂
This is lovely!
thank you 🙂
Enjoyed reading the story. Nice composition.
thank you Durga Prasad ji 🙂
A very nice story ..I loved it…
thank you Sadhuvi 🙂
You were the page I turned as I read a book. You were the blanket I cuddled on cold mornings alone in bed. You were the half filled tea cup I spoke to for hours sharing my petty gossips. You were the smile that faded when I heard our favourite song. You were the phone call that I never missed to make during lunch. You were there in my questions, in my feelings and in every emotion.”. Very well written. You are really very good in fiction writing .
thank you Yogiji, glad you liked it 🙂
Great again!
thank you.
I can feel the love oozing out of your words!! Great story!! Keep them coming!! 🙂
Written straight from the heart thus 🙂 thank you for liking it 🙂
You, my dear are simply superb. Loved every bit of the story. 🙂
thank you Dipanwita….thank you so much for loving it xoxo 🙂
This kept me so engaged and engrossed wanting for more..splendid stuff!
thank you so much Sunita for liking it 🙂 i will write a happy sequel 🙂
That was lovely and very beautifully narrated.
thank you Subha, glad you liked it 🙂
Thoroughly enjoyed this high octane emotional drama 🙂 🙂 You have managed to stress the need for giving right priority & importance to people who “really matter”
men will be men “high octane emotional drama” hehe 🙂 since you thoroughly enjoyed I spare 🙂 very happy you liked it 🙂
This is such a beautiful composition dear! You have indeed mastered the art of storytelling! Loved every bit of it. Kudos 🙂
thank you so much Maitreni 🙂 very happy you loved it 🙂
One of the best short stories I have read…..Don’t have enough words to praise it Shweta…..!
wow….you truly made my day 🙂 so so glad you liked it Sunaina 🙂
What a gentle manner of reprimanding someone.Mostly the anger bursts out in a torrent.
I loved this piece Shweta.
thank you Induji 🙂 we women have our ways don’t we 🙂 thank you for liking it 🙂
Nice Story. Rarely I like fictional stories. Its one of it.
thank you Sapana for liking it 🙂
बहुत बढिया कहानी, स्वेता!
dhanyawaad Jyotiji 🙂
what an amazing story !
thank you Pooja 🙂
Authentic emotions and good writing especially the lines “You were the page I turned as I read a book. You were the blanket I cuddled on cold mornings alone in bed.”
thank you so much Anmol, coming from you confirm this story came out well hehe 🙂
Nice story, Shweta. A story that’s a reality to many, sadly.
rightly said….but in the end if they hug in togetherness, that is all that matters 🙂
Very touching Shweta. Simply superb.
thank you so much Manjula 🙂
And I keep coming back to this post.
A very nice story, I loved it.