Witness Winter : A pain within

Winter is at it's peak. It’s Seven in the Evening and the park is almost empty.
The lights have faded long way back and a light fog have engulfed the whole city.
The freshness in the air is the witness of the cold, when the half of the city are still busy with their routine life.

The cold breeze, The twinkling stars in the sky were getting dimmer midst of the fog , so was the lonely moon among them.Like me … missed in solitude even in a typical crowd inside this park.This way, the moon had an intimacy with me.

The flora and fauna looking fresh as they have something to wish.

The concrete bench was the sufferer to face the cold breeze.The nearby light post which had been standing like a watchman was now appearing hazier and hazier. The droplets of evening dew were falling from the sky, enjoying the free fall of gravity.

It’s early December.
The winter has started shuddering this city with the mercury going down every time. 

Perhaps I am the last one to leave the park.... No Somebody is still there to wait for....!!

Dishaa !! Three years back, when I was quite new to this city. How can I forget that winter.She Knitted a sweater for me, perfect fit and the perfect color for me.
Perfect gift to tie up the beautiful fold of relationship.

Three years after, same place and I am still wearing the same sweater.
They say naah, Indivisible love. May be, it’s that only.
When winter comes, How can her memories be far behind ?

The moon still gazing at me from a distance, asking “Are you also alone,the way I am”.
I could only put my heads down, & say to myself “You have  millions of stars with you”.

“Ayub !! We have to go now, It’s too late”. 

And I always have a reason to stretch the time a bit, With her, it’s always a seventh heaven.Sleeping  on the lap of my girl, waiting for the spring to come. 

Ignoring….. the cold wave and the drizzling dew drops.

Time passed, the earth rotated, revolved, and the next winter came.
But its not the same winter as before. The cold waves started teasing you like the hot loos.This time I am alone. Still in search of that lost smile, which has opt to shy away inside the coffin of deep sleep.

In every winter I wear the same  sweater gifted by Dishaa and feel her in me.
Maybe she might  have forgotten the art of knitting sweaters.
Even otherwise, she won’t be knitting sweaters any more for anybody.

She may have parted ways, But have I ?

“It’s already nine’o clock, Sir. Let’s go. I have to close the gate now.”

What…if I disobey the watchman’s instructions? What... if I break the rules ?
He would sense a mad in me and kick me out of the park.

The one with a broken heart, can’t break the rules. I know.

I can only see the city sleeping behind those dim lights, when I make my way out of the park.The Cold waves are at its peak.

“Saheb !! Kuch do naa ??” 

 Heard a shattered voice ( Torn shirts,  bare foot, cramped legs and the half bare body still resisting the cold of December)

I could only pull off my Sweater, pat him on the back and hand it over to him.
My whole body was sweating profusely. The heartbeats have been faster.
And a long silence to follow.

(Can hear the watchman shouting – Sir, thand lag jaaegi !! jaante nahi aap aise bacchoin ko...Chor hai saala !!)

And I moved away and waited for taxi to take me to my place.
Sad that I got rid of her memory.
But what about witnessing winter, the pain is still with me.
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