Road tripping
She thought it would be best to wear a saree. Going a bit traditional wouldn’t hurt. She would wear the white one. The one that had inspired him to write his first poem, The White Lily. She would be meeting her future In Laws today. They were meeting at Cuppa Coffee. He would come and take her back to meet them.
She wondered how she would sit side saddle on his bike because of the saree. The bike was actually what got her interested in him in the first place. She never grew tired of reminding him. She had always wanted to marry a biker. It was part of their plan. Amass all the wealth that they could, working till the age of 35, and then go road tripping all over India. Bag-pack, shorts and shoes, and a couple of spare shirts. He too cared for his ‘darling’ more than he did for her. She would often crack jokes about his mistress.
Things didn’t go as per plan in the beginning, but then it had all come together magically in the last week or so. They had finally agreed to meet her. Her family had already met him twice. They would no longer have to meet secretly. Maybe she would introduce him to her hostel-mates tomorrow.
Her eyes clouded over suddenly. She got up to leave. She didn’t want the cafe owner to see her crying this time. She knew he wouldn’t come. She knew that the truck that hit him and took his life would never be traced down. Month after month, she had sat and waited for him to come and whisk her away for another ride. She knew it would not happen anymore. But how she wished that he would come and sing those words from their favorite song to her.
These smiling eyes are just a mirror for the sun…
*Based on the true life story of a friend
**Those who enjoyed reading this post, do watch the following video by my friend Akhil Kandeparkar:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZTBEhXY8yXs
