Free Gone By by Beatone Hajong Page B

nodding my head.
    “Your Novel will be complete in Goa”.
    “Wow!!! That’s amazing” I shrugged with glamour on my face.
    “So where we are on now”  Isha intended to know.
    “Perhaps we should turn back to hotel for packing up. It’s almost 3:00pm”.
    “Perfect we should leave for hotel” said Isha.
    We walked little faster to catch a taxi to turn back to hotel. In my hand I had the book with its weight pounding on my grip and it’s thickness of pages that volume from page one till end. It was really hard to gather a strength holding in one hand for long which weighted for more than a kilo. One could obviously say the book contained the head of philosophers and researchers. Isha volubly protested “Wait” pointing her hand towards a running taxi. But, unfortunately her protest went in vain. The taxi instead ran faster with no demand on us. We were still walking through the subway.
    “So, what you plan in Goa” I asked her intently.
    “Well, firstly.... I shall visit the church where I’m suppose to offer the marble statue and I look forward for my thesis and your story”.
    “That’s great idea” said I with an applauding tone.
    “So, basically you’re going to spent the most number of days in Goa” I muttered.
    “Yeah....So is you with me” her voice sounded cheerful.
    Yet our steps moved on, trying to negotiate with our conversation that followed endlessly with no intention of stopping a cab instead lengthening the time. Lastly we halted at a spot, finally tracking for a taxi. Did not bother to carry on to walk to taxi stand, instead in the mid way one could stop for a taxi ride.
    “Why you denied talking about Anannya” Isha squinted.
    “Please don’t stress me on spurting out the poisons of lost love”.
    “Well, just chill”  she said softly.
    I waved my hand on one taxi that rushed before us, but went unnoticed.
    “Hey..taxi” she shouted on top of her voice where there stood an ideal taxi few meters ahead of us. The driver paid the call of attention and parked before us. I opened the door for her, she comfortably settled herself and I joined her holding the heavy weighted book in my hand. I directed the address of our final spot to the driver. We accelerated with constant speed.
    “So, are you excited with you thesis” my voice squished.
    “Yeah!..not only that but with your love tale too” she smiled with her eye brow raised high.
    She wriggled herself to adjust her hair that kept flipping due to the effect of motion.
    “Are you sure you are going to write up my story” my tone feeble out.
    “You will narrate it that’s it” said Isha.
    “Well..I should look out for new change”.
    “That’s what I meant to say...since I met you” her voice sounded husky.
    “Yeah!”.
    “Do you think she still loves you?” Isha puts a question mark before me.
    “I guess not....perhaps she found a better hunk by now”.
    Isha gestured her head and burst into smile.
    “What’s the best thing you liked about Anannya” she crackled deep to know.
    “I must say she was very diligent, caring ,loving etc”.
    Isha rolled her eyes on me. “Did she ever loved you truly”.
    Now my eyes saddened to answer neither my voice hissed out nor did I felt to reply back. There occurred paleness on my face driven by the darkness with blissful of sorrow and renting thoughts that squeezed underneath my heart. Isha pretended to peek at me. She got that intention on my face and avoided asking further. The air of silence hovered around between us for a while. Until we could see the tall building approaching nearer to us. The hotel building exclusively painted in white that shone brightly under the rays of densely heated sun. The taxi finally braked it’s wheel before the hotel entrance. Isha helped herself to get out of the car. So was I opened the door for me from the other side. She was still silent and my words broken. We proceeded with our steps together. I could sense she wanted to say