My Feeble Attempts at Fictions.
Friday, 23 March, 2012

The Guest- Finale

Read Part 1 here, and Part 2 here.

He is strumming my favorite song on my guitar as I open my eyes. I had napped while talking to him.
Ain't no sunshine, when she's gone.
Some songs have associations attached to them. When you stop getting reminded of a certain person on hearing a song, you're over them.
He played this tune some 20 yrs ago over the phone. I still clearly remember.
I sit across him by the fireplace. He is smiling at me. Playing the same tune. Ain't no sunshine, when she's gone.
This is the moment when I realize the song he used to play for me, is meant for his daughter now.
'Sing along?' He says.
'I don't sing.'
'You do.'
'I did.'

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I place his laundry on the couch. He is busy reading this book. He turns around and finds his return ticket over the pile of his clothes.
He looks at me.
'You realized last night that I was missing my daughter?'
'Yes.' I smile.
'When does the train leave?'
'In an hour.'
'Are you coming to railway station?'
'No.'
'Can I come back sometime?'
'Don't.'
He zips his LV.
'I'm going to miss you.'
'Bye.'
I go inside as I hear him strolling out of the front door.


1 Wisecracks (Comment here):

Live2cherish said...

Not Done Richa,
I wanna read more....