The Terminal: Part II

This is the Second Part and Continuation of "The Terminal".

Chapter I

As Kabir walked towards the room he was wondering about the path which had lead him to this particular moment. He walked towards the mini-bar, it had an assortment of different liquors. He stood with a rock glass in his hand, and put a few ice cubes in it. He looked back towards the fireplace and she was not there anymore. He shook his head and looked down at the glass still empty, and kept it aside. She never liked him drinking frequently, as such she never had an issue with him drinking, and it was the frequency of days which troubled her. He had always followed what she liked, so he decided not to drink. He slowly walked towards the same armchair where she was sitting a while back, sat in the warmth of the same armchair.

Reminiscing was one of his favorite things, he always loved to sit by the fireplace and think of his past. He must have been a few years elder to his daughter he had first seen her, back in his school days.

The first time he saw her, it was not the love at first sight kind of a thing, rather he felt a little dislike towards her. She was a geek, and looked like one with glasses and a long braid of hair following her. She always had long hair braided into a tail, length of which was till her waist. She would always be seen with at least two thick books in her hand, which magnified the whole bookworm aura. But her eyes, they were the only living beauty, every time he saw her big brown eyes, he used to feel weak at the knees. He did not like studious people, as he himself always wanted to fly, wanted to live free. She wasn't in his school, they had met at a birthday party at one of his friends. She was studying in an all-girls school, one of the most prominent in the Delhi. Since that day, even though she was like just any other girl, he started noticing her. He started noticing that her school bus used to reach the same stop they both got off, five minutes after his. He started noticing her at his football games, walking with her friends around the football ground. Even though she never looked at the games, he started to feel that she used to intentionally come to the matches to watch him play.

With time, he started to laze around at the stop even after all his friends used to walk to their respective homes, he started playing with more intensity. He did not realize what was happening to him, and why he had the urge to be at his best when she was in the vicinity. Slowly, she grew on him, he still thought it was just an infatuation, and with time it will pass. So he never approached her, or tried to talk to her, it was just another crush for him. She was a top grader, the best student in her school, used to participate in all kinds of inter-school debates, declamations, impromptu speeches, etc. and thus was not the kind of girl he would ever be interested in.

Sitting on the arm chair, he was smiling in his sleep. The warmth of the fireplace had put him to sleep. He smiled sitting there.