Today, some 15 months later, he recollected a conversation -
I am a very simple person
Whoever said, girls are simple! You are definitely not simple!
How do you say that?
You are very confused. You don't know who is the right person for you.
No, you know you don't
It is just that I can't see motives behind anybody's actions
You have to grow up!
Don't you think I am grown up? (The suddenness of her smile caught him unaware and he had to catch his breath)
Not every guy is nice!
We have been through this
Oh God! Why am I even trying again? Do you know, I care for you? I care very deeply for you
I think so too
You think so?
Okay, I think you do
That is better. Look at these trees, they are barren
The change of seasons. I wish, there is a pattern to people's behavior too
In that case, we would not be people. We would become robots. How can you compare changing seasons to people's behavior?
Why do guys ask so many questions?
Because we like knowing answers
Some questions don't have answers. Sometimes, one just has to listen
Yeah, because girls like to talk more
Why should we always argue?
Yes, we always argue but I like arguing with you
Why don't we agree on something for a change?
If only she knew that he was ready to agree to anything she wanted!
They were separated for a few months, time had intervened to wedge distances between their paths. She became inaccessible. He had an inkling that she was moving away, irretrievably away from him. It was beyond his control. The few times they managed to speak, there was a chasm, a void that had risen. He tried his best to figure out what could have happened. Did she meet someone? Did she sort out her confusions?
He called her every once in a while just to hear her voice. She would always have some reason to dissuade him from any conversation. "Forget the friendship we shared, we can be acquaintances, I can get to know you all over again", he wanted to say. He knew she was beyond that. The bond they shared, they jokes that lit up their days and the intense conversations that he so looked forward to, they were washed clean, by the sands of time.