It was fifth consequent year after us not being together anymore. But as a religious habit on every Saturday, I used to visit the Church.
No, not because my mother told me so. But the only reason was “her”. She used to be there at the same time.
Watching her was eternal peace. She used to close her eyes and I just used to stare at her. Yes, just stare at her, nothing else, and while doing so, it seemed all the hustle and stress of the week would run away.
I would glance her as if I was hypnotized. I wonder who wouldn’t be?
Her face was pale than before. Which reflected her life’s challenges that she hid perfectly behind her mysterious smile. And those dimples on her rose pink cheeks, trust me it could take anyone’s breath away.
After our daily prayers, we used to walk down the road adjacent to the church.
And again like always she asked me, being a bit afraid, “Who are you?” I gave her a smile and started my introduction as it was now a daily routine.
I said, “I am Nick. Class A. Science?”
She took sometime to recollect and then nodded her head in apprehension.
“We were friends?”, She questioned.
“Yes, we were. We used to share a bench, food in canteen, our notes. Our joys, our sorrows?”
Half a smile on her face and I got to know she remembered at least “something”.
“So what else you remember?”, I asked.
She scratched her head and said, “It was raining and I was with you and then you took me into your arms.”
I was more than happy and asked for a hug?
She never denied, as always.
Later, I dropped her home and while returning I had a tear running down my left cheek and a smile on my face.
Thinking that amnesia can take away the memory from brain but it cannot ever wipe out love from heart.