Saying our goodbyes
Saying our goodbyes//
It's 6 AM... too early to wake up. I have been sitting at one place gor seven hours. Transfixed. I am at my fifth glass of whiskey. The cheap ones. Miles away, you must be having a tiresome sleep. Wedding functions are so exhausting. The wedding card is still there on the desk, alongwith the letter that says, "You can't miss your best friend's wedding. You have to come". The plane tickets lie in the cupboard. I had returned back from the airport. If lying to you and watching you fall in love with someone else wasn't enough, I can't watch you taking your wedding vows with her. That's too late to ask for. I thought I would be okay with it gradually. But sitting by the window on the other side of the world with alcohol that I never had touched before and rethinking how good life would have been, had I told you everything, I cry. Endlessly. I sob, and then yield a scream and cry.
A courier guy comes and rings the bell. It's for me. I open it and find out some photographs. Wedding photographs I suppose.
Collecting all my courage, I look at them. They are wedding photographs, yes. But the woman you were supposed to marry is there with someone else.
A letter in your dirty handwriting again.
"You can't miss your own wedding. You just cant".
I go to the bedroom and find my husband sleeping. Over these last few days, we have become good friends. It was a hasty decision. To get over you I suppose. He is a real good buddy. Only that we don't sleep together. I tear the letter and the photographs. I pour myself another glass and sit by the window.