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Under the clear blue November sky someone used to watch the street in front of his office intensely. The street which straight leads him to a place where his love is resting on someone’s cupboard carefully wrapped in red & blue envelopes. So what? He still loves his love. The love which makes him runs from Sukanta Setu to 8B in just 7-8 minutes. The love which makes him roams around in the alleys & by lanes of this City with her. The love which makes him awake whole night just to watch someone is sleeping peacefully. The love which made him say her beautiful at the last day of their relation, sitting in a bench in front of Abcos, knowing that this was the last day of their togetherness . The love which made him knelt down for the first time in life to propose her after continuing 5 years of relationship. The love which makes him jump from running Rajdhani Express to kiss someone in front of his friend’s parents, forgetting the existence of any living creature, for the moment at least. The love which creeps in almost invisibly against his self imposed exile. The love which one day suddenly announced its existence proudly when he was sitting at the Airport lounge about to leave for Bangalore.

He thinks of someone who one day suddenly let him go, let him lost in the crowd in midst of strangers in his ever familiar City. The same City which keeps changing color in every season, in every festival, oblivious of someone’s existence. He smirks. He is good. He is good in every possible way. The City gave him enough memory to cherish for rest of his life.

Once he dreamt of a perfect life. A Small happy close knit family but now not only he has to combat with his past but present and future also. There are ever pestering parents to deal with, then there is his MBA and a boss who always eager to get himself out from the firing line. Her disappearance has changed every equation of his life.

Sometimes when he passes in front of Abcos he used to observe the bench closely. What if one day she and he meets somewhere suddenly after years? After long long years on a cold afternoon in Kolkata in front of the bench of the tea stall what will they do? Would she able  sense his smell? Would she able to sense his existence? Probably by then she would have gained a few more kilos and he would have silver lining in his hair. She would have kids and may be turn to Grandma by then. Time would snatch her beauty and he would have wrinkles around his face probably but he would still find her sweet whenever he will set his eyes on her. He knows what he will tell to her that day. You are looking Beautiful.