Her eyes screamed joy. Turning towards me, she squealed, "Darsh!! Look at this." She handed me a file of papers, which seemed to be some official documents. I took a quick look into them, scanning it top to bottom. My lips curved into a smile, of pride, of satisfaction, of joy, of inexpressible emotions. "I'm so proud of you." I managed to say, before tears of happiness rolled down my eyes. I knew she could do it, she would do it, and now, look at her, she DID it.
She smiled at me and gently put her arm around my shoulder; leaning onto me, she said, "I will be leaving soon." She looked down sorrowfully, "But, I will miss us, all the insignificant yet precious moments, all the painfully loving memories. I will miss you. "
"I will too." I said gently squeezed her arms, reassuring that she was going to be fine, and I was too.
"You will be fine, na? I will video call you everyday checking up on you." She said in a tone of skepticism.
"Yes, I will be fine. We will be our fine. There is nothing to worry about. We will be just as we are now. Remember, we are strong, and will remain so." I gave a smile of reassurance to her.
"I will leave tomorrow then." She smiled as she went to pack her belongings.
The night was a tough one. I kept tossing and turning unable to sleep all night. As much as I was happy for her success, I was equally scared about our future. I have not had many positive encounters with long distance, but I had to suppress such thoughts for her. I didn't want to held her back.
THE NEXT MORNING:
"I can drop you off at the airport." I offered to her.
"Oh, thank you so much Darsh. You are the best. I don't even know how I am going so spend the following years without you." She said.
I kept silent, for had a spoken she might have changed her mind about going to Germany to fulfil her dreams and build her career.
I drove the car, as we both sat silently, enjoying the silence, and letting the silence speak.
Soon we reached the airport. She went inside, and waved me a goodbye. I muttered one too, hoping that it wasn't going to be the last 'good bye'.
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He knows- A Collection of Short Stories on Darshan Raval
FanfictionIt's not portraying DARSHAN RAVAL in different characters, it's seeing DARSHAN RAVAL in the characters. It's exploring the various horizons of love, dreams, heartbreak, rains. It's an aura of its own kind.
