A confusing ending
She was wearing a pink churidar. She was holding the hand of another man. The latter was taller and probably more handsome than me. She was walking alongside him with her head on his shoulder. She had a lover and this time not in my dream. I felt a strange sensation in the throat and tried to control my tears which were to the brink of falling on my face. She went in front of me, looked at me and ignored me. It was as if she did not recognize me. I felt ridiculous but more importantly I was really sad. Seeing the woman you love in the hands of another man is really hard to accept and to bear.
After a few seconds, somebody tapped me on the shoulders. I turned and was astonished. It was Yazhini but this time she had different cloths. She was wearing black pants and a white T-shirt. It was driving me crazy. She asked me what I was doing here. I replied that I came to see her one last time. She chuckled and told me that she spent great times with me. She added that she would never forget me and that we would keep in touch. I was still confused and explained what I saw a few seconds ago. She giggled and then called somebody. I was shocked. Indeed, two Yazhinis were in front of me.
I was looking at both of them in bewilderment. She introduced her sister, her twin sister: Shalini. I was slowly understanding what happened. Yazhini told me that Shalini came from Sri Lanka to visit Edinburgh. Five years ago, Yazhini left Sri Lanka to work in France whereas Shalini decided to stay in Sri Lanka. Then, a few months ago, Yazhini got an offer in Edinburgh, that was where we met again. They were going to New York, Yazhini for her job, Shalini to visit the country. Everything was clarified now. The woman that I saw in Sri Lanka was not Yazhini but Shalini. The man that I saw before was Shalini's boyfriend, Prasanna.
I was free to disclose my love to Yazhini. However, it was not what I did. Prasanna and me just said goodbye to them. The reason why I was reluctant to reveal my feelings was my nightmare. Even if one side of me was sure that she loved me too, the other side told me to hold back. When they passed the boarding, Prasanna looked at me in an amused way. I asked why he was staring at me like this. He told that I had tears on my face. Indeed, unconsciously, I was crying. He asked me if Yazhini was a good friend of mine. I replied him that she was even beyond that, at least for me. I explained my incapacity to tell my love. He nodded and then gave me some advices: "Bro, why are you crying? It is not as if you will not see her for all your life. We are in the digital era my friend. You can contact her through skype or any other means. If you really love her, you will be ready to go to any places for her. Bro, until you tell her, you will not know what is in her mind. Let your heart talk, if your love is true, I am sure she will accept it."
His speech made me feel better. I thanked him and now I am in this coffee shop, about to end my story. I do not know whether Yazhini loves me or not. Maybe it is just a one side love. Anyway, I have decided to go to New York to propose her. I hope that she will accept to marry me. Wish me good luck!
THE END
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