Like always, I ask the lady pushing my wheelchair, about today’s date.
“June 7,2070”,she said, with a smile.
She leaves me outside the room, with a man who seemed like he was waiting for me.
It’s a lovely evening, the kids are playing outside in the garden and I’m sitting on my wheelchair, gawking at the lovely sunset.The gentle rays hit my face as I try to recall the person sitting in front on me.
He asks, “how are you feeling today?”.
“I’m fine, thank you,” I replied hesitantly as the guy in front me, gave me a gentle smile.
He looks like a middle aged man, roughly 40 if I were to guess. It’s the first time we’re meeting, yet his face looks so familiar.
He reminded of me of someone from long back, perhaps, back from when I used to remember things.
“Do you remember her?” he asks, showing me a picture of a beautiful young lady in her 30s.
“Ofcourse I do, she’s my first love”, I replied eerily.
“How’d you meet her?” he asks. His eyes glistening as sun sets on the horizon.
“It’s a long story kiddo. Do you have the patience to listen?” I mocked him.
“Get started already old man!” he reciprocated with the same energy.
“I still distinctly remember, the monsoon of the year 2018, it was pouring dogs and cats.
We were suppose to meet, as I waited for her at an old bus stop.
The roads shining by the reflection of the street lights over the water.
The only thing I had in my mind was, what was I going to talk about when I first see her.
You see.. We were going to meet for the first time.. And I wanted it to be special. So, I was thinking of cheesy pick-up lines”, I said laughingly.
The guy in front of me chuckled.
“I was good with pick-up lines you know”, I added with a smirk.
“Sure, old man”, he said mockingly.
“But you know, when I saw her from a distance, walking towards me, it was impossible for me to take my eyes off her.
The first thing I said to her was ‘Wow! You’re beautiful!'”
I continued with the story as the young man in front of me listened with the utmost attention and patience.
As if he knew a secret I didn’t.
If I really focus and recall correctly, he does resemble her.
I am not sure.
As I ended the story with my marriage, I could see a faint expression of relief on his face.
“It’s a lovely story”, he said with the same gentle smile on his face.
“Perhaps, you should rest a little now”, he added.
I nodded and asked him to take me to my bed.
“What was your name again?” I asked as he tucked me in my bed.
“Aarav” he said, carresing my head.
It was odd, but I didn’t mind it. I kind of liked it.
It reminded me of her.
He then mumbled something….. Almost as if he said ‘goodnight dad’.
I didn’t ask, what he said as I dozed off.
I woke up in an unfamiliar room. Nervously I asked the lady beside me where I was. To which she said that I’ve been living here for a long time.
I don’t remember.
But I’ve started to accept things as they are. Because I don’t recall a lot of things these days.
“There’s someone to see you,” she says.
“Me?” I aksed surprisingly as I don’t know anyone who’d want to meet me.
She takes me to the varanda where a middle aged man, roughly 40 years old I’d say, was waiting.
“Do I know you?”, I asked with confusion.
“Maybe not. Hello, I’m aarav”, he said with a gentle smile on his face.
He looks familiar. But I cannot recall.
“Can I help you with anything?”, I asked hesitantly.
“Do you remember her?”, he asked, showing me a picture of a beautiful young lady in her 30s.
“Ofcourse I do. She’s my first love!”, I exclaimed.