I,he and she

'He was with me for such a short time yet he was with me’ she murmurs. The beautiful girl oh 24years with a long black hair prominent check with a pink hue, her eye brow is blacker then the coal, her eye has an expression of rusty sea enough to make someone crazy. I dare not look at her eyes. She is in front of me and digging out her memories the sweet memories of her life with my friend. My friend one of the most handsome doctors of the hospital .He has such a mysterious innocent face that you can not predict about his feeling but soon you will be a victim of his mystery. ‘When did you last meet with him?’ I ask the lady. She answers in panic tone “the day before he left the hospital, lets calculate 135 days back be more specific 3240 hours, 486000 second enough time for him to forget me”.1

“How sweet he is! He wants to leave me just like his other girlfriends just like as his old shirt that he had left aside without any attention. I am a shirt. Which one do you leave first a pant or a shirt? She starts laughing but her eye become wet. Every cloud has a silver lining but why does a smile in such a beautiful face carry the hue of suffering the pain of loss? What should I say? What is right for me? Should I try to should I tell to give him up because he loves so many girls rather I should say so many girls love him. He is great but she is greater. He has heart but the girl poses love. I never heard about her name until he mentioned it to me about three months back. He told about her, about their journey of love, about their world of passion where I have never entered. He told to me about so many girls that she means nothing special that was no new incident to his life. But he was wrong. He tells her favorite color is black. The evening has passed the night falls the dark of night deepen the stars is twinkling, her favorite color is surrounding us. We are walking without any destination without any urgency to reach a shelter. Let the sky arrange shelter for us. Let the black cover us. O God please let her dream come true. ‘How is your friend’ she asks I reply, ‘fine but without you’? ‘without me what?’ I can find out her excitation in her expression. ‘Without you he is incomplete .he needs you in morning to get up from the bed he needs you for his jogging he needs you for his driving, he needs you to concentrate, he needs you for his Launce for his dinner, he needs you to go to bed to have a sound sleep, he needs you even for his dream. Please call him again let me call him let me try to make you closer to his heart.’ she smiles looking at her mobile. Let the fire begin. The Nokia starts beeping I begin ‘hi dear how are you. Here she is. Please talk to her she needs you. Talk to her to feel her heart still beating for you’. I give her phone. I raise my head to the sky it is full of stars. How close they seem to be but how far they are! Each of them is lonely. Is their loneliness killing them? Do they shine in a broken heart? If they can, then why not man? I look at her she is shining. The clouds are no longer covering the moon. After 50 minutes she finishes. ‘Is he coming to you?’ She replies ‘yes and thank you for everything you did tonight’ She says ‘goodbye.’ I reply ‘never say good bye'i started my car and murmur 'she was with me for such a short time yet she was with me'