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This Morning, That Life

After having worked on his project for about a year, Vihaan hoped to find some time to adjust the tilted mirror on his wall, not that he would care otherwise if only. His phone buzzed informing him of an upcoming conference call, and he decided to postpone his mid-night snack by an hour. As he poured coffee for what seemed the last call of the day, stacking his commencement notes, adjusting his newly framed glasses, he breathed out a huge sigh and closed his eyes, thinking of all the good times that he hoped to bring him his inner strength. Never did he think he will experience it all again.

"Vihaan, Vihaan! Are you alright?" said a familiar voice. Feeling the haze, he woke up to her sweet voice. He had missed it for quite some time. Yes, missed it. So what is she doing here now?

"Ruhi?"

"Yeah?" she replied while folding the room curtains, with an innocence like she would have for the rest of their lives together.

Rest of their lives?

"Ruhi, I .. I...What?"

"What happened? I know you need your coffee. Just give me a minute" she said, as she walked past the mirror which he meant to adjust. The mirror was fine. He looked at it when his heart skipped a beat. Is this for real? Am I really here? Have I managed to undo my calls? ...he wondered.

Or did Vihaan get a chance to make the same mistakes again?

He ran past the hallway to catch Ruhi on her way out. "Ruhi, wait!" She turned around, this time with the look on her face he had always wanted to see. He started into her eyes, holding her by the arm.

"Ruhi, I hope to see you again soon" was the last conversation he had with her. Awed by his charm, his aura, his inexplicable adulation for her, she left the conversation unable to say goodbye. She wanted to stay back. She wanted the conversation to never, ever end. And yet, she left. At that very moment, all he wanted to do was look into her eyes and tell her how much he wanted to be with her. He moved his chair facing the 'business challenges' section of his document that awaited his genius. It was always about the business, and he knew it.

How did that day turn into this? 

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