Several years had passed since the last time he had paced these paths. It brought back sweet and sour memories. Felt as if something was missing, the anguish was taking over.
“Walk past it. It’s just nostalgia of this place, it will pass away.”, he lied to himself.
Nostalgia, a painful but beautiful word. Originating from Greek nostos (return home) and algos (pain). He was in pain that he had to return.
Treading the path, he saw that ice-cream parlour on the left. The place it had started all those years ago. A place full of cheerful people in groups of two or three. A place for budding friendships and love.
Love another awful word. Would you believe me if I said the word love shares root with Sanskrit lubhyati meaning desire? It could be lubhati in Hindi. So is love just desire, the need to have someone or something. Is the concept that love is above desires just another lie, just like her promises?
The beautiful vinyl wallpapers of orange had faded away. The place was empty, a staff hopeful on seeing him looking at the parlour. But he walked on.
So the place where it had begun had begun to wither away just like his love, the hopeful eyes of the staff reminded him of the hope he had that they would be together. They knew every moment they were together was just like stealing moments from someone else’s life. It was doomed to end this way, no amount of hope could keep them together. The world was acting against them.
He moved on towards the new place he had rented. If only I could have lived somewhere else, somewhere far from memories that were to painful to keep in the heart. The souvenirs of old aches and wounds were coming back.
He had to move on, walk past this place so often, he could learn to live with it.
Next time he walked past the ice-cream parlour, he kept his eyes straight. I am not going to look at it, pretend it doesn’t exists, pretend nothing happened.
And he walked past that place several times. One day he observed the place was under construction. So the place had died out just like his love.
Something new was to open up, something that will bring others closer and no one would remember that old ice cream place. No one would miss it.
Wonder what is going to open up.
A few days later, a donut place opened up. He got a coupon, buy one get one free. He had to go, he wasn’t going to miss this chance. Will he meet someone to share the free donut with? Is that what this new place brings?