Endless wait and the clock ticks on and on.. Still the times seem like never passing on, not an illusion and losing mind but the heart was saying ; feelings are so raw to meet the await of someone who comes to the dream every single night and the breathing is tough without her, oh Lord, how long should I wait to see her? Will that time ever be finished, or life will end like the way. Who knows?
So,last meetup with you I started a story and which was pretty unclosed, and the lines make me to flash over what Joe was doing that time.Its very tough to think that, when someone is in close anticipation of having a reunion with the soulmate, the half part of the existence, and keeping away for a long period of time, the cravings and the appeal to see her again, all of these memories prompting me to write about it. Do catch with me, till we meet again. Enjoy your time.
When it was in the early morning and Joe was preparing to join his quest, he hastily drank the milk and finished his meal early on the day, when it started to be fair and the sun was preparing to dazzle the eastern sky with its full brightness. The mellowing little sun rays gathered around his blue coat and adorned his collar, its like a welcoming sign from the nature ; but Joe looked worried and he was looking for a taxi to get onto it. The soft windblow reflected the time that it was the moment of spring, but he was rather looking at the endside of the street.
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The new city looked very busy to him and not for a single second the roads were out of horns and bells, the passers by going here and there and not a single sphere of time left to halt and enjoy the weather. At first, Joe wanted to be like them and his co-teammates and colleagues ; but after a few days of work,he thought that, whats the point in living with someone else's style? Rather he liked to follow his own rules and a different way of living life.
After a long days of work in the secratariat building, he lashed onto the roadside cafe shop to have a dive in and enjoy a blended cup of coffee. It was the time of afternoon, it looked as the time that all birds were in competition to go to their own houses and nests, he just caught a glimpse of a big eagle and it was amazing. The first few days passed as if he was in a new place and each time loneliness tried to collapse him down -- he feathered his mind saying that, I am just out for a short time adventure and very soon everything would be ok.
But,unluckily and out of the rules of the nature, all wasnt ok. Since he was living in a new weather, people around him started to look differently and with a vexed attitude towards his presence. But, Joe was smart enough not to look at it and he just kept going and doing his own work. Soon, he cut of the crisis and began doing whst he used to love, going out to travel at the afternoon time and returning home at the early night ; its like, arranging all the artificialities to make himself happy and jolly.
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Yet, only Joe could feel, what was going on inside his mind. At one side, he was feeling very hard for his left love, on the other side he was remembering his mother and the loving brother whom he adored so much during his stay with them. But now he is out of reach and milion miles away,his heart pounds sometimes for them, still he never lost the spirit. He continued building himself and his career, because more than the love of them,one thing was much valuable ; that is to be a support to them.
Joe knew it and he never ever shed tears after the realization. Now, in these times we do have rapid communication tools at our home service, even we could send texts, images, video clips and the emoji packages in a blink of a second,due to the messengers and it tools. But, back in Joe's time, only letters and postal service available for them to choose and it took quite a few days to reach at the hands of the recipients. The intermediary shipments and the onboardiing formalities took much time.
In these time we have the fastest thought sharing sites, still our messages are incomplete and we fail too many times to share liove clearly and with partial emotions. But back at that time, there were only manual letters and the appeal of love and affection was so raw and fresh and lively that even our modern day virtual reality finds hard to connect that much dearing tone witb our beloved whom we used to exchange formal letters.
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It was quite a years time passed on and during that times Joe ended up writing dozens of letters to his Jenifer and the family. In return he got replies and the soft hand writing of her very strongly touched his heart, so lovely was the tone of write, it looked like that, Joe could hear her tone with the latent imagination, the appeal was so passionate that he took even whole evening to view what she wrote for him and the thoughts began to blow storm in the river of his heart. All during the night, he could feel that, it was flowing and the melodies of floating waterfall kept soothinhlg his mind.
If it wasnt the case of letters and knowing that she is well and happy, family in sound conditions, that the money he sends are sufficient enough to carry the expenditures they have, all thee things gave him a very cold satisfaction and worked as fuel to drive his body up forward. He never felt the workload he had when he was doing his routine work and the secratarian service. Time after time,his little source of freshness was the time of afternoon wandering, the evening walk onto the corn field and the garden.
Although the await of passing the time seemed as hard for him, as if it was endless moments that have no finishing shores, he continued believing in him,that he will end up conquering it. Eventually the time came and he successfully completed his task, oh! What a good news that was! A keen sense of happiness rush blew inside his mind and he could feel it, coming home and coming home!
Oh, it feels like home! What else could replace the feel??
The very day of his return, he packed all his bags, the gifts he bought for her sweetheart, a gown for his mother and a nice blazer for brother, along with all the other things that comprised of 3 long bags. The morning was special and he could resemble the time of his first arrival, was it the same as today? Oh, yes!! How stunning was the case that the same bird was singing in the acacia tree, the same wind blow in his back and one thing complete opposite, the first time -- it was a welcoming tone ; now it is a smiling departure, saying ; Joe,You made it.
Joe flew a kiss in return and got on the sea liner, it was amazing a scene! The amusement wasnt from the outside, it was from his mind and the tone of a new reunion started to lift his heart up.
He started to recall the time he went there and now fulfilling his dream, he is coming back. He started to ponder, will the same people gather there for receiving me? Will the same emotions, the tears in the eyes and hugging tightly be reverberated? That time, it must were the painful cry and now will it be a joyful tears? Joe didnt have any answer.
The ship floated on and the sea shores and islands full of ocean seemed a very enjoyable a scene. The ship travelled miles after miles and eventually reached at the place where everything started. Joe couldnt hold his nerves, he was looking for those love he departed a long ago, and now where are they all? Where is my Jenifer!! ? Ah, she should be here to collide with my chest.
Joe was repeatedly asking where she was.But his mother said, calm down, Joe,my son. How were you in those days? I missed you a lot and come closer to me.Saying this she kissed her son. Later on, Joe learnt that Jenifer got married just a few days ago and it was late for Joe. Hearing this Joe didnt say any words.
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He only could feel, dont find me I am nowhere. The footprints in the sea shore blots up, even the time goes away, heart then fuse melodies of a tone, thats no words can describe.