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by Srinivasan P.M, Canada Apr 7, 2006
Sports   Short Stories

  


Then she asked him whether he thought of her during that time, and he replied saying, “You aren’t that great of a person to be remembered after my college life”.

They both laughed and decided to meet the next day at the beach at 5:00 in the evening.

The next day, he was the first to the rendezvous. She came exactly on time. She said to him, “I didn’t expect you to be here. Why do you always want to disappoint me?” and laughed.

He replied , “I knew you wouldn’t want me here, but I wanted to tell you that nothing has changed”, and winked at her.

They sat facing the beach and kept quiet for an hour, no conversation between them. It was as if they both were comfortable just sitting next to each other.

Finally she said to him, “I am getting married next month”.

He replied to her, “Congrats! What is the other thing that you wanted to tell me?”

“I wish that I hadn’t met you at all!”

He replied, “me too!” and they both looked at each other and laughed.

They chatted for some time, and had dinner together. When they finally parted, he told her “I love you”, and she did not look surprised at all, replying, “I love you too”.

They looked into eachother eyes and he said, “Nothing’s changed”.

She looked at him and replied, “I hate you! I Wish to never meet you again”, and they parted.

He was brought back to the present; his reminiscings ended when a group of small children started playing about and splashing in the water.

He got up and made his way back to his home, where he found a parcel waiting for him. He opened it; there was a letter and small crystal statue of a girl. He tore open the letter. She wrote that she was leaving the city and would never like to meet him again. He smiled and kept the statue on his table, folded the letter and kept it in his drawer, and lay back in his bed, smiling at the statue.





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