Where is she? Part 2


It’s been a month since December 2017, she is missing from my life and everyone’s memory. Now, not only I miss her but also have begun to suspect her since no clue could be traced down to her presence. Where are you my girl Kiyara? My love, my life, I miss you so much sweetheart.
My incapability to figure out what went wrong left me mentally exhausted, and this, in turn, led to the beginning of mental trauma.
22nd of January was our anniversary, but still, I have not heard a word from her. Last year, same day, she wished me a “Happy good-night-versary, Lihaar”. That night my mom had prepared the cake and invited her to dinner. She was wearing a red and black suit and also a silver lens. She was looking like an angel. As she entered, it suddenly felt like I was in a movie, everything was quiet but I could hear her footsteps slowly approaching towards me. I wished to take her in my arms, protect her from everything which can take that smile away from her face even for a second. After having dinner, we left for a drive (and here, by we I mean Kiyara and me). While driving, she made me stop the car in front of a Christian graveyard. “Kiyara, here, I mean, at night and it seems so scary”, I said. Ignoring my words she got down from the car and gave me the 6th gift. And again it was an antique vase! “Oh! Kiyara, antique again”, I said while giggling.
And thinking about this I got down from the bed and resumed my daily routine, while getting ready I accidentally hit the same vase she gifted me on our last anniversary. It rolled down the floor and I notice some disturbing patterns on it. After observing keenly I figured out it was the letter “D”. Without wasting a second I searched every gift and yes every gift was carved and, all I could assemble was “GRVYRD”. Without thinking much, I pulled my car and drove it straight to the “GRAVEYARD”. As soon as I reached there I noticed a grave under the Jasmine tree (which she loved a lot) and rushed towards it.
My throat started choking and my legs started shivering, my steps became heavy and so did my breathing because the tombstone on that grave had “Kiyara Jones; January 1891 – December 1917” engraved on it.
After watching it, I couldn’t pace myself as I went numb. How can she be dead a century before she went missing?
And again it was back to square one, what is a lie; my life or my memory?


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Where is she…???

It’s been 20 days already and  life is still havoc. I’m so horrified to join all the fragments of my life because every step I take, leads me to another  tangled mystery. 12th of Jan was her birthday but I’m all clueless where is she and how can no one remember her.

Two years ago I saw a girl, Kiyara, she was neither popular nor talkative to catch an  eye but something made me notice her. It’s like a thin and invisible thread was tied between us and every time I tried to ignore her it pulled me towards her and made sure I noticed Kiyara. It was a daily routine I went to my college sat calmly and just watched her like an idiot. One evening after lots of thinking I finally decided to text her. Ah! It took me the whole evening to text her “good night”.”Good night” seriously! And from the next day we started talking and I asked her out. Gradually our meeting started and I figured out how beautiful was she from the inside. Every time I met her I adored her and loved her. Every time I look at her I feel God I want her I need her. I wanted to tell what she means to me, how much I love her but the fear of losing her forced my feet to take a step back, what if she refuses to speak after. At CCD! We had coffee and while talking casually I said I like u a lot… after a long pause she held my hand and said I know and I like u too. I realized that day, what it feels like having butterflies in the stomach. The world was upside down for me, I was so happy that I wanted to jump off the chair and dance. Since then we were inseparable. She was my world. Sometimes my mom used to tease me in her absence. Also once she said “Kiyara is the daughter she never had”. Everything was so good, I was so happy to have her in my life. Now all of the sudden I wake up and no one knows who Kiyara is? I have gifts, movie tickets, cards she gave me and memory which we shared, I had everything except her.

And so I ask everyday what is lie;my life or my memory?




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