We see, we breathe, we eat, we talk, we walk, we live, we die, planets rotate, meteor collides, stars explode, and still we live. People take for granted each second that they live while others just wish for just one. We talk with our friends; discussing our future of what they would be in five years unaware of the fact that they could be dead in a few seconds. Isn't that what happened with the girl with the red purse? She may be talking to her friend about how she would be in five years. Or how many kids she will have. Or anything worth putting a smile on that recently-cried face. Anyone who saw that face would be lying if they say they aren't smiling themselves.
And then just like that, she got herself in that accident and for me, the world stood still; and still is.
Now I would be lying if I were to say that I never saw her face again. Yes, I saw her face. I stood in front of her. But she didn't see me.
It was the same day the girl had her accident. I feared ruining the beautiful image I had of her and as a result, I got away as soon as she was hit by the car. Well, not just then. I took a second to comprehend what just happened. Like in one second I was blasting in happiness and cherish and in another, the red car just hit her and the world lost its sunshine. It was then when I saw the blood on the road which helped me stop staring at the road and continued walking straight looking down.
To clear my head and to accept the fact that the world has nothing for me other than hatred, I sat down at a cafe and ordered a simple coffee. On other days, I would have drunk decaf, but that day I wanted that plain bitter coffee. With my parent's constant hammering about doing better, my so-called friends teasing me about being forever single and mocking me, my weak and sensitive thread holding me and my little bro together, I had to add up the possible chance of never seeing that face ever on my list of never-ending problems.
The fine lady came up with my coffee and I have stopped solving the crossword puzzle on a daily newspaper. When I think at an extreme level, I try to solve crossword puzzles hoping that would stop me from overthinking. But I always get disappointed.
However, the lady was kind enough to say 'Have a nice day.' unlike these other waitresses nowadays who just work with "Yeah, sure." or "Enjoy." Maybe because the lady who served me coffee that day was middle-aged that's why she was kind. I don't know.
Anyway, I sipped on my coffee and started thinking practically.
'She could be awake by now. Maybe the accident wasn't so effective. I can again see her smile. And maybe I don't know, introduce myself. Moreover, my life could mean something. Again!'
And so I finished my coffee; because I paid for it, and went for the hospital. I knew to which hospital she would be admitted to because I saw the ambulance when it arrived at her accident. I took a taxi and while being on the road, I was thinking of what to say to her. I mean if she is awake. I was wishing her to be awake. Pining to see her and the melanin in her eyes.
The lady sitting at the information desk asked me the reason I was there. I replied,
"Yes, um..... is there happen to be a girl who is newly admitted from an accident?"
"Let me check sir." She types something on her keyboard and after some seconds, she says with a smile,
"Yes, there has been a new admittance of a girl."
I smiled widely at that.
"In which room would she be in?"
The lady took a glance at the screen and said,
"Room 307 sir."
I said thanks and started running to the elevator. My impatience got the best of me. I didn't care about the people I was stumbling on my way running or the fact that I was quite undisciplined for a hospital to be running. I was just dying to see her again. And also holding onto the hope that she wouldn't be dead.
I reached 307 and there I saw her from outside. I smiled a little but that smile vanished away. Her hair had been cut off and there was plaster on her head covering both her ears. Her legs had seemed to be bled and her hands fractured. There were more than a couple of bandages on her face and this all would've been okay if she would be awake. But she wasn't.
I entered the room and walked slowly towards her. And as I was walking to her, I realized how bad was the accident for her. How I completely forgot the part of her being in the air after being hit.
I stood in front of her and shredded a tear. And then I made a promise to her and me that we will meet again and that time she will see me.
As I remember that day now, I realized I had nothing to be afraid of. Awake or not, I had a chance to see her again. And I am so glad that I took it. Because now, I know that we will meet again. It was life's payback time when it gave me something to live for. It won't just take that away from me again.
I could've easily known her name right? That day from the lady. But I didn't. I want every letter of her name to be heard from her and her only.
I had doubts about the tweets working at first but I wasn't prepared for the love it will gain. I mean my followers have raised significantly and there are at least 250 retweets and 7000 likes. I just hope that one of them would be the girl with the red purse.