Endless wait – short contest story
I have been waiting for this day for last 3 months, or last 15 years. Nisha is my first and the only love whom I could not marry. And, I decided that I would never marry. We had stopped talking since then but a few months back, Nisha wrote to me telling me that she was coming to my city and would love to see me. I am standing at the airport to receive her.
My heart is racing so hard, I am sure everyone can hear it. I feel the same trepidation I used to experience seeing her enter the class every day at college. I have imagined this moment hundreds of times since the day I came to know I would see Nisha once again, a hope I had lost years ago. Dreams do come true.
My heart skips a beat every time I see a passenger emerge from the exit, and I am disappointed every time. I am losing my patience, the flight was supposed to land half an hour ago. Weird thoughts are crossing my mind; I am engulfed in a fear. Is Nisha alright? Is destiny playing yet another game with me?
There is a chaos at the arrival terminal. I see security personnel trying to calm the crowd down. I approach a gentleman standing near the exit and ask him what the matter is. The TV screen inside the terminal catches my attention, and my whole world collapses in a second. For world, it is a crash of a plane carrying a couple hundred passengers; for me it is like crumpling of a lifetime of hopes. I do not know how long I stood there, but I come back to my senses when someone touches my shoulder. I turn around to see a woman standing there, and asking me to gather myself. She simply says, “Son, I will pray for you.”
I think I am crying. I have been trying to hold the tears for years and now, I can’t anymore. I cannot imagine life took Nisha away from me, a second time. I am one of those who are never meant to be happy. Perhaps I am just unfortunate; I always have been.
With heavy legs, I walk away from the airport. I get into my car, and I drive back home. I feel nothing as if my mind is frozen, incapable of feeling any pain. I don’t know when I reach home. I don’t want to get out of the car.
Then, I see her. It is Nisha! But how is this possible? She comes running to me, hugs me and says, “Faiz, where have you been? I have been waiting for two hours. You know, I wanted to surprise you, so I took the first flight to here!” I hug her tight, never to let her go.
Manisha Bhati - I am 30 years old; mother of two wonderful kids. I am an Engineer by profession and a writer by passion. Writing has been a hobby since I was 10, but I rediscovered the love for it just recently.
And also read her another stories Come back to me baby, Nemesis and No second chance.
Nice Story. Keep it up. Best Wishes.
Very good story…I liked it..
It is a very good short story after a long time…
Very good! Keep up!
hey manisha
really a good story. Keep up the good work
Good story….all the best
Well written!
Nice story.. as always
Good one!
I liked the story… its a nice one.
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