“If I could, I wouldn’t let you go,” he said.
‘If you would tell me one time to stay back, I would,’ I thought.
He was driving me to the airport. I had to go home. I didn’t want to go home.
We were together for over two years, but he could not get over his commitment phobia. “Marriage changes everything, the love is lost in the holy fire that is supposed to witness the holy matrimony,” he said every few weeks.
I had not even asked him to marry me. But every few days he wanted to explain it to me how marriage is not for him. I guess a part of him wanted to assure me that he would want to stick around even if there is no legal document binding us.
My parents wanted me to find a suitable boy and marry him. While I had found a suitable boy, how do I tell them he is not interested in marrying their daughter? They were growing old and wanted me to stay nearer to them for some time.. ‘because then you will get married and go away’.
When I told Vikram that I am moving back to Ahmedabad, he was heartbroken. “But why?”
“Because my parents are getting older and they want me to live with them for sometime,” he said.
“But what about us?” he asked. “What about me? What will I do without you?”
“I will keep coming to Bombay and you could come see me in Ahmedabad,” I said, trying hard not to cry.
I didn’t want to leave him. But I could not stay like this forever.
“I love you,” he said.
“I love you too,” I said taking my backpack.
The drive to the airport was a quiet one. He barely said a word.
“I hope I don’t miss the flight,” I said as we were stuck in a traffic jam. His face was impassive, devoid of any expressions.
We managed to reach the airport. As I put the luggage on the trolly, I turned around for one last hug for a long time. He doesn’t really like public display of affection and has always mocked others indulging in it.
Reluctantly, I distanced myself, and turned around to walk into the airport.
I had barely walked a few steps when he felt a tug on my elbow and he hugged me tighter than he ever has. And he kissed me. “I’ll miss you,” he said, as he kissed me again only to unwillingly withdraw himself from the embrace.
I am sure that the most sincere kisses have taken place at the departure areas of the airports.
I had to go.
I walked inside the terminal, checked in the baggage and texted, “Done with check-in, gate no. 4”.
He replied, “Don’t go,”
I stared blankly at my phone screen. Suddenly the screen lit up with his face. He was calling.
“Will you marry me?” he asked.
“WHAT?” I said in disbelief.
“Say yes, I am standing outside with my knee bent, and the cops here are thinking I have lost it,”
As tears rolled down my cheeks, I said yes.