It was a warm, pleasant evening. Not just the weather, but
being with her always made it warm and pleasant. It was an irony of life that
despite being a couple, they’d meet once every 3 months and the bliss would just
last a week. He believed that this made the bond stronger. The longing to meet
her was what made the 3 months worth living, and then the few days in her
company would seem like heaven.
She however hated to be away from him. Her work had
handicapped her. She could not go with him on his trips, nor could she resign.
However much exciting it may sound, she hated his job. Being a wild life
photographer was his dream and he was living in it. She wanted to be a criminal
lawyer and (touch wood) she was doing great! Why couldn’t he like something
which kept him with her all the time?
But both of them would leave behind everything for that one
week, to be lost! Lost in a place which neither of them knew, in a place where he
knew only her and she knew just him. A week on the bewitching beaches of Barcelona
had been a great choice for this time.
A room overseeing La Barceloneta beach might’ve been
heavy on the pocket, but sunrise over the Mediterranean with her head on his
shoulder was priceless. Tomorrow’s Mediterranean sunrise would be the last one
he’d be with her. They sat in the balcony as the night had begun to set in.
Reliving the moments they spent together, savouring them before they parted for
another 3 months!
Tomorrow's last sun would rise to bring hope!
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| Sunrise at La Barceloneta beach! |
He kissed her on the forehead as she smiled at him. These
were the times when no one needed to speak. Just look into her eyes and they
conveyed the message. The moon was up already and the stars had just started to
show up. He looked at his watch, 20 minutes to 10 pm, 21st June. He
looked back at her.
She saw what his eyes said. Getting up to go back to the
bedroom, they just wished to live every moment of the shortest night of the year!
