The One Left Behind

a short story

Photo by Kate Laine on Unsplash

The sequestered recess of my humble abode, where I lie still, has become so dark and lonely. I keep twiddling my toes in the anticipation of that quintessential destiny’s door to open and return my soulmate to me.

None of the others had shown any sympathy while I lamented his loss as though it were the end of the world. But for both of us, it had always been a match made in heaven.

Each time fate shed some light on my current bearings, I waited apprehensively in case he might be coming back. But now, even my hope had gathered dust.

I still remember the carmine-hued love story of ours. Days spent in such bliss with promises of happily-ever-after and serenades of till-death-do-us-part.

We could never have imagined what was in store for us.

I accept we didn’t always see eye to eye on a lot of things and almost all of our choices were inverse to each other’s. If I wished for right, he would most certainly ask for left, and vice-versa. But that was the secret to our amorous life together. We complemented each other so well that even our best-friend couple that stuck to each other like conjoined twins envied us.

Even though all my friends here eventually tried to comfort me with their various shades of consolation, I was not ready to be convinced that I had lost him forever.

There have been instances when the gateway that connects the two worlds would open up and I could hear his faint melancholy voice from far away calling out to me. If only there was a way to get the Superior-being to heed to my pleas…

A year passes before I hear the magical words which fill my heart with extreme joy.

“Listen! Today I’m going to do deep-cleaning of this room. Diwali is close. Let’s order take-away for lunch.”

An hour into this miraculous event and the Superior-being exclaims, “Honey, look! I found that red sock I had been searching for since so long! How did it land behind the bed post?!”

As those beings ruminate over the possibilities, I start to jiggle around the almirah in celebration with our best friends, the trousers, joining in with a matching gusto.

Finally, I will be reunited with my equal-half and this time we will attain our happy ending.