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(Today in ‘Guess My Word’  the honorable Lady Noor put before us a word "Tryst" which motivated me to reproduce here below an extract from one of my large stories, which has not been posted here on EC.  I hope you will enjoy reading it.)

Tryst – Rendezvous of Lovers:

Six years passed since she last phoned me. I could never get her removed from my memories. She was right when she said that she would always occupy my memories.

That was a very gloomy day or simply I was feeling it that way when my phone rang, I picked up the phone, she was on the other side calling me by my name. "Can you come, I want to see you?" She was not her but me, that was my style of talking, directly come up to the point. 

I immediately left for the tryst set and when I reached the rendezvous, she was there standing near the flowers shop, as charming as ever...........the beauty with innocence. There was calmness on her face, which I first time observed. Seeing me she rushed towards me and then abruptly stopped as to avoid the collision, both of her hands stretched towards me. I hold her hands firmly.

"How are you Anjie? It's been years! How come you called me when last time we met it was.................."

"I am fine, ok! I just wanted to see you. I could not stop myself. I have been here for last one month and I am going back tomorrow. I just could not stop the urge of my desire to see you."

She was speaking with her beautiful eyes fixed on my face just as she wanted not to miss a single glimpse, as she was picturing me in her memories.

"But this is not good you know you have husband and I also know you also have a son" I as usual said very authoritatively.

"Yes! My husband is a very nice man. He understands me......he understands when I absent-mindedly write your name with mine...............he understands why my son has some of your reflections, because I never stopped imagining you."

She was speaking but she was not looking towards me, she was lost some where, where she was imagining a real of me ...as me who was with her not as real me present there. She was talking all the time about her husband, her in laws, and about her son. I was just listening to her. We didn't know how much time was passed. It was when a flock of birds flew over us we came out from our thoughts.

"I gotta  go now" She stood up from the stone where she was sitting.

"And I may not be able to see you again, coz I will not be coming back for a long time"

"Ok" I could not say anything more. I took out the autograph book from my pocket and extended towards her, "This is yours"

"Oh you still have it, I thought you would have thrown it" She said with a slight smile on her face, the glitters of tears in her shining eyes could not be hidden from me.

"This is yours. How could I throw it" I said softly.

"No! You keep it. Remember you gave me your love, I give you my memento. Besides, I already have my memento!  My son who has your reflections"

Saying this, she turned to walk away; I saw the pearls of tears rolled out of her eyes and slid down her blushing cheeks.

I don't know how long I was staring, spell bound, down far away at the last corner of the beach, where she was going out of my sight in the sinking rays of the sun setting into the horizon.

There was a heavy burden on my heart. I was feeling like a convict who has brutally violated the norms and ethics of love.