Saturday, May 2, 2009

A Silent Goodbye

“Give me a cigarette.”

“But, you…”

Papiya extended her hand, looking away from Himu. She was still looking at the lake, enveloped in fog. It was a chilled winter morning. The Shivam Lake in Haridashpur is the most famous place for morning walk. People of all age groups come here during this time of the day. Children play in the nearby football ground. Many of the houses were still asleep, along with the marketplace here; but the lakeside was a happening place. A few winter birds which could not avoid the urge to come out of their cozy nests were sitting on the tree above the bench where Himu and Papiya were sitting. They kept the frozen environment alive.

“Here, take it.”

Himu handed her the lighter and a cigarette from his packet. She lit it. He lit one himself. The fog was too dense. They looked deep into the lake, but nothing was visible. The diving board was the only thing they could see, and a few bamboo poles coming out of the water. After that, it was all white. It seems that the lake was taking a nap, wrapped in a white cloak. They tried to see through, but nothing else was visible.

These were the last few days for the couple in Haridashpur. Papiya got transferred to Haridashpur Post Office a couple of years ago and the couple moved in. The township attracted them, the very moment they set foot here. The people were lovely; the environment was so apt for the newly married couple that their whole stay here was like an extended honeymoon. Papiya used to be busy the whole day in her office, while Himu remained busy with his daily chores and writing. It was a perfect place for him to take out the creative genius he had in him. They used to enjoy the evening together, roaming around in Haridashpur – the temple, the river, the mountains and of course the Shivam Lake. They used to walk into the remote places by the mountains or near the river and sit there for hours till the sun would set. They used to enjoy the silence of this place. The rumbling of the river water; the chirping of the unknown species of birds; the sight of the rainbow after an evening drizzle – would set peace in their hearts. In spite of all these, they used to find and enjoy an indescribable silence of this place. Apart from a few honks of a passing train, there was nothing to disturb them. They used to immerse themselves into the quiet of Haridashpur. They would sit on the soft green grass near the river, dipped in ecstasy of their love for each other and the harmony of the nature. She would often keep her head on his lap and would tell her about all that had happened in her office. He would laugh, empathize or keep mum. He would discuss the latest poem he wrote and would tell how the hero of his last story is going to be the villain at the climax. She would enjoy everything he said. A kiss; a hug or long strolls holding each other close was a common phenomenon. This place was not their own, but they got attached so much that the very thought of leaving Haridashpur would bring tears in their eyes.

“It’s getting dark, isn’t it Papu.”

“A few minutes more please.”


She puffed last her cigarette and threw the bud away. She was angry, somewhere deep down. He was not less annoyed too; but then, there was nothing else they could do. They gave an intense thought to the decision. They thought to let go of Papiya’s job and settle down here permanently. They thought of Himu becoming a full time writer and publish a few books. They thought of borrowing money from her father, until they get well off themselves. Nothing lasted – none of their plans. They had to think of the little Pihu, who was in her second year in school. She had a better future in Kolkata, the happening busy city. Moreover, it was a promotion for Papiya and she was posted in the Head Post Office in the capital city. Not every day do you get such an offer – not every day you get such an opportunity to fix your destiny and brighten your future. They had to leave.

“Let’s go.”

She stood up from the bench, holding his fingers. Her eyes were twinkling and Himu could see the flicker in them, even in this twilight. He stood up too. They were about to leave the place.

“Himu,” she said. “I’ll miss this place.”

They hugged. There were tears in their eyes. None saw that – not even the chirping birds hovering above them.

“I will miss this place too, Papu.”

“Very much,” they said in unison and slowly started walking back to their quarters.

Written for: Tell a Tale: Prompt # 7 : Silence


  1. Well told Tan!
    Loved the romance of it all

  2. that's a very romantic touch! Gr8 job!

  3. How nice to have a story about a couple so much in love with each other!

    Your blog site is lovely. I like the way the hands come around the right side of the main post. Did you design it yourself?

  4. Very interesting read! Enjoyable.

  5. lovely! well written. i liked the details in the story. details or fine prints..

  6. Leaving a place of love is so painful... well described.

    Thanks for participating. The First contest at Tell a Tale is on in 2 days time. Will look forward to your participation. Best of luck.

  7. Very nice. It's hard when you have to make decisions, but what's good for the overall family is always the best option.

  8. Hi Pisku/Aruna/Larraine/William,
    Welcome to my blog. Thanks for reading and liking my story. Keep visiting and reading me :)

    Stephen (STW),
    At last you are here in my blog. Thanks mate... keep reading, there are lots for you to cover up...

    Hello Granny Smith,
    Welcome to my blog too. I am happy to see you liked the design. However, I did not do it myself. I took the template from a group of geeks, who put it up for free in the internet and edited a few things. Thats all. All credits to them. Keep visiting and keep reading me...

    Hey ~,
    Welcome back to my blog. You know what, these details always come to concern. I like that. Happy to see you liked too :)

  9. Story Teller,
    I am looking forwards to the contest too...

    thanks for the read. Happy to see you in my blog again. Keep visiting :)


  10. Lovely...Touching and deep..Nicely put!

  11. romantic yet so thoughful write..enjoyed the story

  12. Lovely post, enjoyed actually even inspired me to participate in wanted to say Thanks!!

  13. Sonshu,

    You liked it? Well, I am happy. Thanks for the read.


    Welcome back. Where were you all these days. I kind of missed you ;)


    What complement!! My story inspired you to participate in TaT? The Admin(s) of TaT would be very happy to hear that. Thanks a lot.

    Keep visiting and keep reading me...

  14. Tan,

    Thanks for your beautiful writing. Sorry it took me so long to post the link on Weekend Wordsmith. It's been a busy few weeks. I always enjoy your writing.


Thanks for reading me and choosing to comment. Your comment always encourages me to write more and write sense. Keep visiting, whenever you can and comment on the posts. I will be more than eager to receive your comments and suggestions.

Warm Regards,
Tan :)

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