May We Meet Again

Where do I begin?

This book and this chapter is dedicated to my soulmate and my best friend nupurtyagi18 

I thank the heavenly spirit that I have her. Without her inspiration, this series wouldn't have happened and I wouldn't have been able to write this. This amazing poster is made by her!! 

The sun – life source of all living, breathing things on earth.

Earth – home for millions of creatures being held together by gravity.

Gravity – a force keeping all those creatures tethered to the ground.

Tether – a bind to keep something or someone attached to a point.

My tether, my life source, my gravity; is just gone.

The reason to live, a home where I belong, it's all gone.

I stare at the two floor house in front of me which is no longer lively. Everything that made it a home is gone. The white paint is ripped from some places. The front door has a small dent from where I used to kick it sometimes. The lilies and roses are long dead and the grass has grown tall. The lawn chairs must be hidden somewhere in that grass because all I can see is their white legs peeking out from under the grass.

I took a deep breath, my feet rooted to their place, stuck by the gravity. I hate it. I wanted to run away from this place and yet I'm here; looking at the houseful of memories.

Turn around. Go back.

My fingers are numb and my chest feels heavy. My mind was determined to go back, the horses turning around in my head and yet I take steps towards the structure; the broken structure; my damaged home.

I trace my fingers on the worn out fence, some of it uprooted from the ground, while few stand tall and proud; guarding whatever is left of the house.

The backyard is in worse condition then the front. The mango trees, the big banyan tree that we planted in the middle of our backyard, its branches spread out to our bedroom window on first floor.

There are some memories of us in that house, very few happy memories.

The grass has grown uneven and has spread out to the sidewalk. The slide we constructed for our kids has worn out as well, the red and yellow paint faded and the metal is rusted along the rail. The yard looks like it has seen better days, it has. I was there to witness those days, I was part of those good memories.

The wind howls eerily, sending a cold shiver down my spine. I rub my hands together, contemplating whether to go inside or not.

I step forward against my better judgment, fear of unknown grip my heart and I grab the broken bar along the stairs, skipping every other step I clutch the door knob tightly, my knuckles turning white.

Turn around. Don't go in.

The wind whooshes around, the dry leaves rustles besides me, a ghostly feeling hanging in my surroundings.

The door creaks as I push it, my feet refused to move inside and I force myself to hold back the tears which threaten to spill. I walk through the small space, where washing machine occupied the right corner and a small cabinet occupies another. Facing away from the half torn – half dirty clothes, I step inside the house and found myself surrounded by a smell, my mate's scent.