Footprints...

The fruit of Eden I did eat;
But the path I trod took me through hades.
I met the right man to cherish the moment;
Alas how I met him spelled the end.

We meet so many people in our life time. Most of them walk out of our hearts as fast as they had walked in. A few of these leave foot prints behind.

He sat at the bus stop biting his lips. The night long anxiety hadn't let him rest his eyes. Anxiety, she had troubled him all night and now mercilessly teased him as he sat in solitude. Not solitude entirely as he sat with a million thoughts swarming his mind. He smiled gently as he imagined the moment. A moment that would have to wait for hours before it manifested itself.

He stared out of the window. Rain drops trickling down his window. He slid it to breathe in sweet muddy breeze. The bus sped across the highway letting the cool breeze caress his face and play with the black flicks that so charmingly rested on his broad forehead. The sun was dozing leaving behind a frail trail of light. Light that shone bright enough to make his dark eyes glisten.

He got down the bus. A left gaze and then a right. Again a left. He had imagined not what he saw. A simplicity so sweet that it made him cringe at his vivid imagination.

She sat in front of him, eyes searching for something to look at, lest his gaze should catch hers. Their breath echoed against the silence so loud. The white walls took an oath not to bear witness. The fireflies sang their song outside. May be they sang to sweet nothings that played within. A thought, a smile and a word. They moved colour by colour on the spectrum of an unchristened bond.Before they knew it, a white was all that was visible. A white, so pure and yet stained.

He never saw her again. Some bonds were meant to last but a moment. Moments of happiness, they were all he had wanted. So intense. He had felt , he had lived. The foundation of feeling though had been weak. As weak as a house built on sand along the sea shore.

Sometimes we meet the right people in the wrong ways. The moment never lasts, as doesn't the bond. But the memories remain. The footprints remain etched on the walls of our heart. These people move out of our lives as fast as they had moved in. They move out nevertheless, and we are never the same.