Disclaimer: All characters in this post are fictitious. Any resemblance whatsoever to any person living or dead is purely coincidental.
“I was waiting for so long
For a miracle to come
Everyone told me to be strong
Hold on, and don't shed a tear
Through the darkness and good times
I knew I'd make it through
And the world thought I had it all
But I was waiting for you…”
(So coos Celine Dion in her song, “A New Day Has Come”)
She was listening to this song, and was able to associate her life with it too, all the way. She did wait, with immense patience, through the years…however, all that remained with her were the memories. Memories of the good times she’d had with him, memories of the hours she’d spent spinning dreams, memories of the closeness they’d had of being good friends, memories, memories, memories! That was it...and she wasn’t complaining either! She had always had had his best interests in mind, so, had let go, without as much as hinting to him about her feelings for him.
He was away, with a newly found life, a newly found partner, happy with his own simple joys…she just couldn’t fight back those tears. She was faced with the difficult task of having to let go; let go of the dreams, let go of the desires, let go of the fantasies, let go of thoughts about/for him, let go of everything…all for old time’s sake. She knows she might have to come face to face with him some day, the way old friends do. She’d then be faced with the Herculean task of putting on a brave, yet casual front. She consoles herself, saying that shouldn’t be difficult, since she’d been doing that all the while, through the years!
Life moves on., and hopes always remain that love succeeds. In case it doesn’t, there are the memories. Memories seem to be immortal…they either get passed on, or go down with us. Yet, all apart, they do come in handy. It’s those happy memories that had helped her get over him, she realized. It was indeed the thought of him being happy that had consoled her. In an idle-mind state one day, she gets nostalgic., remembers those good times, smiles; probably gives way to a few silent tears too. The consolation she then offers herself is simple, and widely used…”time indeed happens to be the best healer. Everything takes its own time, and all that’s required is endurance to bear that time”.
It did rain some day. Her mind then did a reverse journey into time; while she sat sipping coffee in her room, smelling the sweet scent of fresh rain on Mother Earth. The incessant rain reminded her of all the dreams of “them” that she’d woven, those which were probably never going to be realized. The optimism in her was a tiny speck now and she broke into tears, probably for the last time. She wiped her tears away and stared out of the window into the rain. The breath-taking scene out calmed her and magically seemed to make her forget her pains. It made her break into a smile…one that made her look radiant. She shut her eyes for a while, asking of Mother Nature to give her strength to move on, and all the while, hoping the best of things for him too. She opened her eyes, and got lost in deep tranquility. The clouds faded away and the Sun shone its warm rays. There, was the new Sun!
She did see the light in the sky; she did get touched by an angel with love; the rains did come down and wash her tears away…but, it failed to take her fears with it. She did however, find new strength in the eyes of a boy, and it had felt good being down there, in love. It made her realize what she’d never understood before…of all the pure things known to exist, Love is the purest! Her optimism came shooting back to her. Many new days came and left, hours elapsed, nothing beyond memories remained. The Sun had shone upon her, and she’d adapted to the ways of life, since realization dawned that it doesn’t always happen otherwise!
