The little wooden case lay open. A coat button, dried petals of flowers and a scribbled note. Those stolen moments of the college.
Petrified of the social anomaly between them he said, “We don’t have a future together.”
Today at the International Entrepreneurs Conclave they crossed their path again.
“Never got married?” he asked “Yes, I did. Found my soul mate when you set me free. I discovered self-hood. Happily single and successful .”
The happily married man felt a vacuum somewhere inside him.
She uncluttered the memories peacefully today. The wooden box was removed permanently from her personal drawer.