Nameless relationship

[Shakthiprabha.]

PART - 1

I had always thought Reema is a character to be studied, not someone to be unimportantly dismissed.

I sat up late night that day, to
read her diary. A diary which she had mentioned specificially
has to be handed over to me.

Her diary took me into depths which no man could delve
and read a woman.

"Raghav come have ur dinner please" sumitra called me.

"gimme 2 mins sumi, I am there"

Reema, a character which I failed to study, failed to grasp, failed to appreciate.

Sumi had dinner ready, usual rotis with subzi.

"Ouch raghav how I hate daal, my mom never seem to
qualify for anything beyond daal"

Reemas words lingered amidst rotis. Reemas face smiled at me,
all thro dinner, all thro the night while I restlessly tossed around in the bed.

Sumi woke up to find me awake staring at the ceiling.

"Whats up raghav? Aren't u sleepy"

"ah nothing sumi, just thinking about my tight schedules tommorrow"

"Raghav u are taking too much stress, is it not time for u
to retire and enjoy the serenity which god has bestowed
bountifully on us"

"hmm yeah sumi... just few more months. I am not old yet u see"

Was I young enough? Anytime at all? I never had the luck to be naive or innocent. It was snatched away from me. I was EXPECTED to act mature, to advice, to be composed all along.

Yet I had lost my composure so many times, when REEMA was there. The place, the time, the people, so fresh, so dear, so very personal, so painful yet so very enjoyable.

Why did she leave her diary, with me, after everything is over,
after SO MANY YEARS?

Today's fresh morning today had him at my office doorstep.

"This I suppose my mom wanted it to be handed over to you" said the young handsome man. Typically Reema. He had all those of hers. Her sharp features, flashy smile, cat eyes and a WISE LOOK, which was NOT REEMA. Reema always wore an innocent look.

Ages since I caught up with her.

"So, howz she" I had asked, before even opening the packet.

"She died two months before mr.Raghav"

I went quite blank.

The parcel just had diary waitign to be opened.

"Dear Raghav..
This is yours..
When I am nomore"

Words were rudely staring at me.

(to be continued)
(just a try to write story....... after ages!
I shall continue if ppl want me to........)

ur critical review is most welcome