Tuesday 1 October 2013

Eternal Love

As Rahul's finger was about to tighten on the trigger Amit took hold of his hand and threw the pistol away.
"What the hell is wrong with you?" shouted Amit.
"I don't want to live anymore" he replied.
"But why?"


Amit, Rahul's best friend. He always seized him and dragged him away from wrong. This was the second time he saved him from death which he was to mad to inflict upon himself.


"Because....", Rahul's shaky voice broke the silence.
"Because I miss her, I won't live without her. I miss the days when we used to laugh moving hand in hand. When she used to whisper her love into my ears. When she used to dance in the rain. When she used to hide in my arms because she was scared of the monster lizard that crept into her room. When she used to wear that angelic white gown at the evening parties......", Rahul went unconscious.


Tear drops oozed from Rahul's closed eyes and spread on his cheek. Amit wondered who was the girl Rahul talked about. Rahul told every bit of secret he held to Amit but how could he not tell him about the girl whom he loved. Amit lifted Rahul and helped him to the bed. He was confused about his friends state of mind when something in Rahul's study caught Amit's attention. It was a red rose kept on a novel under the lamp.
"Eternal Love" the novel's title read.
He opened the novel and a bookmark slipped to the floor. He picked it up and placed it inside again. He kept the novel back under the lamp when he noticed a the part of the bookmark that was outside the novel was signed 'Jane'. He quickly opened the novel again and read the note that was used as the bookmark.

Meet Me Soon...
No. 334
Opp. St. John's Church

-Jane

He kept the note back and was about to call Joseph to ask where St. John's Church was when he saw something astonishing on the novel cover again.

"Eternal Love"
By Jane D'Souza

He called Joseph immediately.
7 kms. from his current location.
He started his bike and turned the accelerator to its maximum. 25 minutes and he was before the St. John's Church.
"I've to find house number 334" he said to himself before he turned to see the houses opposite to the church. What took his breath was that there were no houses but a graveyard.
"Then what is number 334?" he asked himself trying to breathe properly.
He went inside the graveyard and saw:

Grave No. 334
Jane D'Souza
(1952-2003)

He ran at a rocketing pace, took out the novel and opened the last page.

Page 334:
....she took out the shiny knife and stabbed herself.
"I will always be waiting for you"

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