Veronica fell back on the couch. The tiny closed note sat on her lap awaiting to be opened. It weighed less than a feather. Contemplation hit her bad. That one day in Paris had such an impact on her. It came back like a rebound. Wonder… Anticipation exalted! She slowly opened it.
I’m glad you found this. I hope you liked the painting. I’m sorry that we did not get a chance to talk.That is the only picture I ever clicked of you and now it is there with you. But your memory remains. I shall understand if you do not wish to write back to me. It’ll be a start. You know where to find me.I shall wait…
She carefully closed the letter. She experienced a feeling unknown. It was joy yet sadness, it was anxiety yet relief, it was hope yet the end of tunnel. She decided to go on a drive, she thought it would maybe lead her to the right place.
By the end of that day, she was still as hopelessly confused as when she was in the morning. She had parked her car on a cliff. She gave one thorough glance around her. The landscape which looked green during day was now a shade of deep violet. The crickets chirped amidst silence. The birds glided up high in the vast sky. Veronica wanted this moment to stay still forever. She finished the last of her candy-bar and sat back in her car. She pulled around, drove back on the same road she had reached this point. No turns, no deviations, just the highway. One straight path.
She entered her room and switched on the dim light. She opened the walk-in closet, stepped inside and slid the door behind. She walked till the end of the hung clothes. It was Adam’s world. Her husband who was on a mission, he had left 2 years ago and from whom she had not heard ever since. She removed the Pilot’s uniform from the hanger. The familiar smell of Burberry surrounded her.
She had made her choice to wait. She had to go on with it. Two years had not deterred her faith that Adam would return and it would not change now either. Memories flooded back, she felt at ease again.She stepped out from there.
She took the letter and placed it back behind the painting. It did not hurt and the dilemma faded gradually. Paris was a tiny bump which rocked her but Adam was her concrete ground.
Lightheaded, she danced away to a Kenny-G.