Ramz ۔ رمز yeah right, that’s her name. Ramz is a Public Policy expert. She writes on topics pertaining to health and education policy.
She is the beauty personified; pretty eyes, pointed nose, and chubby cheeks. But that’s not what she is popular in her circle for.
She inspires people with her unique intellect, soft and composed tone, and sophisticated demeanour. Her impressive mannerism makes her a model of magnanimity and grace.
Ramz has been waiting for her date over that table.
The love of her life who she has been dating for three years. She plans to have babies with him. A girl and two boys. Girl first, of course.
Wedding date is being fixed. October 13th this month.
Soon after the wedding, the newly-wed couple leaves for their honeymoon to Maldives. For four nights and five days. With two days transit stay in Dubai.
She has bought her wedding dress. A golden colour costume with silver-studded beads over the red dupatta.
While taking yet another sip of her tea, she turns to look at her watch to see it’s 5.30 and realises he is late. The date was at 5.00.
He is late. That’s totally unlike him. He hates people who get late for no reason.
She gets worried. Takes her cellphone and makes a call. He doesn’t respond. She wonders, it must have been traffic. For, he makes sure every time they meet each other, that he is there to welcome her. Well before time.
She gets nervous. Takes her cellphone again and calls him. He doesn’t respond, again.
To cope up with her rising worry and anxiety, Ramz opens an app and starts scrolling down her timeline.
Ramz has no idea. She is totally unaware.
Ramz is oblivious of the fact while glaring at the entrance and waiting for him, that on route from his office to the restaurant, a car met a deadly accident.
A racing bus hit the car. And boom. The young man inside the car bled, lost consciousness and was rushed to the nearby hospital.
The man succumbed to the wounds he never wanted and declared dead. An unforeseen and sudden death that he never deserved. Destiny wanted him dead.
And the poor girl Ramz, there she is… sitting lonely at the goddamn unfortunate table at one end of the restaurant.
Still scrolling through her timeline. Anticipating his arrival. Waiting for him. In vain. Unaware.
Taking her last sip of the tea that is no longer hot. Oblivious of the fact that she has been waiting a never-ending wait. She hasn’t had even the slightest idea that he drove from his office to never finish his journey.
He left to see her but she would never see him again. Until eternity. He shall never come.
Fate never favoured his return. Fate never wanted her to see him again.
Ramz waits anyway…
- **inspired by a sketch/doodle made by a friend.