On a frigid day, she
ditched me, apparently taking cover of heavy veil of mist hanging atop a
sprawling park.
I was dejected to lose her warm company which
was really soothing during bone chilling winter nights in the national capital,
notorious for extreme weather conditions.
Refusing to accept the realty that she is
lost, I embarked upon the operation search. All bids turned abortive but it was
not enough to discourage me from the frantic hunt.
I looked into all
corners to pick up her trail which many times took to me strange places like
heavy bushes in park, cupboards in home,
meditation halls ,petrol pumps, market places etc.
Frustrated over the
loss, I sought help of a bureaucrat to spot her if she is found in gracing any
stroller in parks around.
After a few days I
resigned to the reality that she is lost for the good but not before making
many in suspect in my eyes that they had stealthily laid hands on her. I was repenting
to have romance with her and because of that penchant, she was always with me. She
was like a trophy because of its cute and neat looks.
But today, on the
blistering summer day when Mercury is shooting every day with no respite in the
sight, she made a dramatic appearance.
The maid sweeping
and mopping floors spotted that she was lying beneath quietly in my bedroom
hiding under the sprawling wooden double beds. She must be wondering how a person goes mad if
something is lost and starts suspecting every one that she or he is thief.
One should not do that unless and until seen
and heard from own eye's .she was a beautiful small woolen cap, now
lying locked in an Almira for six months.
I was wondering if a suspected theft of a small
thing like this cap, can breed this much suspicion, imagine those who lose bigger
things and go bitter with every passing day.
Thumb Rule should be : Suspicions are always
unfounded and romance with the lost article shouldn’t come in the way of
logical thought process and requisite level of detachment.
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