The Last Date

3^rd Feb ‘11

I was on my way to meet him. I was happy, excited, sad and guilty all at the same time. We were together, in love, for more then three years but something changed and we drifted apart. The feelings were not the same anymore. I could no longer see the love in his eyes neither could he in mine. So we accepted the fact that we’re out of love and therefore would meet for one last time and then part ways.

We were supposed to meet at our favorite café in CP. I was running a little late. He used to hate my getting late. He would always call me at least five times before meeting just to make sure that I reached on time. For three years he did that every time we met but today was different. He messaged in the morning and asked if the plan was still on. When I replied, “Yes,” he replied, “K.” How I hate the ‘K’ in the SMS language. You can never make out the mood of the person by that letter!

I got out of my house and sat in my car. I loved to drive. When we went on drives I was the one who would actually drive the car and he just sat beside me. He loved the fact that I was taking him for drives and I loved him for sitting beside me and letting me drive. Most guys want to be ‘the man’ in the relation but he was just so easy and sometimes let me be in control.

As I pulled out on the road and saw the traffic on the main signal I knew I was going to be really late. I wanted to call him as I waited in the traffic like I used to. We would talk whenever we were stuck in traffic and when one of our favorites played on the radio, we would turn it up so that the other could also hear the song. I couldn’t do that anymore.

As I reached near the airport and saw a plane taking off I remembered when I had asked him to come to that place just so we could sit in our car and watch planes go by. We sat for almost an hour, mostly quiet, and stared at every plane till it vanished in the never ending sky. I wish love could also be like that, never ending.

Dhaula Kuan has changed so much since I moved in Delhi. It used to be a normal chawraha, the only difference was it had five main roads going in five different directions instead of four. Now it’s just a web of confusing flyovers and underpasses. The first time we went through it we had to take two u-turns to reach the correct road and he had said, “Girls can never make out directions.” Even though he was sitting beside me and was supposed to show me the way. I feel he should have. He was the guy!

Reaching CP nowadays is also a task if you’re driving. There are so many diversions that you can easily lose your way. But I had been there so often with him that now I knew how to reach and even how to be lost if I was with him. As I reached the outer circle my heart began to beat really fast like it would just come out of my body and tell me to stop and use my head first. But I didn’t listen to it. I took a left turn in the inner circle.

That’s when it hit. I think it was a big vehicle, probably a bus that hit my poor, tiny car. It just came from the right and hit hard on my side of the car. It did hurt to think that I would not meet him today for our last date. Then I just lost the sense of where I was.

I woke up after two hours, as my family said, in the hospital. I know something is wrong. Maybe I won’t live to see him again. Maybe our last date was my last date. I may not live through the day but I know I lived, specially when I was with him. He made me come alive. Every day, every drive and every journey where he was with me is what I call really living. So when I sleep tonight, and I know I may not wake up, I will be content and happy that I lived and loved.