for Meera...........

" I would walk those hills again, just to have a glimpse of her. Her black, flowing hair that danced in the winds and her sparkling eyes that tell stories as you look into it. She was the best gift any parent could have been given and yes the Colonel was proud of her. He would talk endlessly of her and being hopelessly in love with her, I was always eager to listen to these talks of her. It was no wonder that I went over to the house next door for every evening tea and with the Colonel's wife always happy to have me around, I never missed to see her beautiful smile. I could never stop wondering how God can create such a perfect thing but I was so thankful to Him to have brought her to this world. I was always in a jovial mood after my evenings at the Colonel's and would always be humming a song as walk into my door. But it was always this door that would shook reality back to me. The moment I entered, the kids would run up to me and kiss me, their mother slowing walking behind them. Then my guilty fantasy world would have to be closed for another day again and wait till it would be let out the next evening. Love can cross boundaries, but mine have to respect those bounderies. Boundaries created by me alone, by the sanctity of marriage.
My wife would have always guessed my little emotional affair but she never complained. She simply waited for me to return to her with all my heart. The day finally came. My love was going to be married. That evening tea wasn't as pleasant as before, a certain Mr. Malhotra was going to take her away. I did not hum when I went back home, my jovial mood was gone. I was bitter and lashed out my frustration at my wife. She bore it all. Many years have passed since then and my grandchildren completes me. I am not sorry for falling for what I could not have but Meera deserves better. Yes, it is true, I still would love to see that girl again but more so, I would love to see Meera again. I hate myself for hesitating to tell her that I am thankful for her, that I loved her, that I am so proud of her for sticking with me through thick and thin as she had promised that day....when I took her to be my wife." The last words were choking him, the guilt he felt is yet to die, I could tell that he missed her so....