"ITZ OVER"

What had happened? I could not know. I did not know.

May be my words had hurt her more harshly than they had were
intended for. In response, she was nodding her head from side to side,
sitting back with her folded legs, hands on her lap and eyes closed.

I watched her as she broke into tears which started rolling down from
her eyes.

The tears rolled out, slipping from her closed eyelids like so many
beads on a prayer chain.

Some women cry easily. Her tears fell as gently as fragrant rain drops
in a sun-shower. Leaving her face clean and almost radiant.

Some women cry hard, and all the loveliness in them collapses in the
agony of the pain they feel. She was the one of that them. There was
terrible anguish written in the rivulets of those tears and the torment
that caressed her face.

She sobbed in utter silence. Her mouth opened and then closed
soundlessly. A pearl of sweat trickled from her temple across the
folded wing of her cheek.

More sweat stippled from her upper lip, dissolving into the tears.

And with an effort of will that clenched her jaws and set her body
trembling, she swept her hands over her face and slowly her crying
ceased.

She was still.

One hand reached out to touch me and finally rested on my thigh. She
was staring into my eyes, I wasn't sure as she is asking me something or
wanted to tell.

She was breathing deeply, quickly. Now her green eyes (whom I love
the most in her) were almost black in the dark.

I didn't understand anything (I never understood and I never will). For a
moment she quietly rested her face against my chest.

I put my hands on her shoulders, supporting her and easing her away
from me.

When finally... she uttered these words "It’s over”

P.S : thanks Shubhi (shubhda chaudhary) for helping me edit this article.