The wind

But first, remember, this is going to be between you and me only. You can’t tell this to anyone. He said before starting the story.

So,
have you ever realised that there were a few magical moments in your life, some of few hours or minutes or even a fraction of second, and your life would have been totally different without them?

That phone call was one of them. That day, she called me for comfort and unknowingly gifted mine.

" That one night when we were talking on phone,


Hello, hello you there? – She asked.

Oh yes, I replied, not knowing how and when I zoned out and when tears rolled down wetting my face. Was it déjà vu or coincidence? Constantly stuck between if it’s actually true or everything I heard was some kind of prank.

You didn’t speak for a long time, am I boring enough or are you good at listening? She tried cracking a joke with tears rolling down her eyes.

We were talking since three hours, and I couldn’t believe what I was listening to.

I felt like someone was reciting my own story, claiming it as her’s. While on phone, she was telling me about how someone broke her heart. I couldn’t believe how after all these four years; life has brought me back to square one.
How the person’s stories can exactly the same as mine. How a stranger came into my life from no-where, became part of it and the same stranger opened the lock of my memories, of which no one knew where the key was.

I heard sobbing from the other side; she had opened her heart to me. I tried making her smile but all in vain. It’s been 6 hours since we’re talking. We cut the call but none slept.

Oh! Then what happened? 

While she was going through her bad phase, I went back into mine. We’re on the same track, both cried till dozing off.

The years I had almost deleted from my memories, the memory I never wanted to talk about, she took me back in that. While she was reciting her stories, I could totally imagine myself on her place and all of the things happening to her.
I became her go to person, she started sharing everything she’s going through and I used to listen to everything, letting every word pierce through my heart.

Our phone calls got regular and mine grip on helping-her-with-going-through-the-phase got stronger.
We developed the most stronger bond.

Irony smirked, when I tried my best to make her smile, I myself couldn’t control my tears.

That immense pain I felt, didn’t know what it was. Was her story digging my wounds deep or that was the pain before healing.

I knew nothing other than this,

 She was like that wind you feel on your face when you’re going somewhere,Sitting on the window seat,

The wind, you know is taking you somewhere.

Anywhere but the place you left to start the new journey.

I know exactly when I fell in love with her,
I know how my heart decided to make her smile till my last breath when she cried on that phone call.
I knew what she was going through and I knew what I’m going to give her for rest of her life.

That day I realised, some things are meant to happen, I couldn’t complete her if we both weren’t broken. And endings are indeed the new beginnings. "

And you must have asked her out? Right grandpa? The little person asked.

No, my child, I waited for faith and fate to work together and I kept on loving her till she fell in love with me.
I waited and your grandma still thinks she fell in love with me first.