“The Gift, which I couldn’t give”

“It was your birthday”

I don’t know if even sun would have ever waited so eagerly to rise on a summer day, that I was waiting for your birthday. The rush of happiness in my blood was somewhat much higher than any other day.

Apart from the fact that you and I had to wake up at 4:30 AM next morning for our office and you had already slept, I was up till late so that I could be the first person to wish you. Even though i wanted to call you and hear your voice, I just poured my heart down in a message and wished you, so that you might not get disturbed. Though I still waited for few minutes with bated breath in a hope that you might respond back and fell asleep unconsciously.

Next morning your reply was the first thing I saw in my phone. And I don’t know if there is any word to express that feeling. I rushed to the office and was so excited to see you there. While wishing you birthday we shared the hug, and I felt like it was the only thing I was born for. I still remember the smile on your face on that day, it was larger and brighter than the full moon, and how I wished to be the moonlight.

Watching your smile on that day, time flew like never before. There were only few hours left for that day and you said you would leave early from office to meet some of your other friends. And that made be really impatient, as I was waiting for the Gift I specially ordered for you online. I had called to the delivery guy almost 10 times and asked him to deliver the parcel on priority. But as they say, nothing happens if it isn’t meant to be. I received the parcel when you had already left for the day.

I decorated the plants on your desk and decided to call you and let you know how beautiful the plants were. But who knew it was the last time I saw you and felt you. I called you up and my ears bled and soul howled, when I heard that while going back from office you met with an accident and lost your life. Post that day my life became darker, as you were the only moon who existed in my life.

I take care of those plants now. And feel you exist in them for me. I am sorry, for “The Gift which I couldn’t give”.

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3 thoughts on ““The Gift, which I couldn’t give”

  1. Very moving emotional sad story.

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  2. A very sad and moving story

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