The Endeavour

May be it looked stupid, foolish and immature but sometimes you have to compromise to look so , just because you want to express something with an element of passion and surprise.

The path inside the compound looked straight and long. A Honda city rides slow after an approval call at the gates. The distance to drive was short but it looked long to the expectant guy who sat there in hush. There came the visitor parking and the adept driver parked with ease. The guy got down with a polythene bag in hand and started grinning at the visitor slip without his car plate noted. As he walked with strained legs, his mind keeps thinking about the evening he had planned.

Will a reservation at a private lounge lay there empty? Will a booking of a private guitarist and violinist go unused ? Will that bunch of specially ordered roses go unused? Will that rented car stay unused? He knew all these would go a waste if someone asked him to leave. Yet ,how can he not make that day ,the moment of their lives had that someone asked him to stay.

He walked along with burden on head until he sees a waving hand, a waving hand that lacked that expectant smile he had expected to see.

The day was swift with burden still weighing around. The talks and gestures wrote a silent note for him to leave. When he sensed that silent note ,his hands reached for the phone. With a shivering mind and a saddened heart he made calls to cancel all. To plan all, it took passionate calls and to cancel all it just took a phone call.

Then he left walking lonely with the gates closing on him for ever. Still he felt that his plan to make that day the moment of their lives, was not a waste because the passion with which he did it mattered a lot.

Perhaps, it was both of them who missed that monumental dinner at a private lounge with musicians flocking around. Who else would kneel down before you with a bunch of roses asking you to walk along? That Endeavour would remain a crossed one forever.