And What Remains in the End

" We are meant for each other, you know that? " She asked, looking him in the eye. They were sitting in his car, under a tree nowhere, as was their wont. They never knew where to go.  Most of their time was spent inside that metallic capsule with leather seats, their cocoon against the world.

" I know", he said , holding her gaze. " We are two jigsaw pieces that fit,each complementing the other" .

" You also know this may not be right? " 

 " I know".

"Takes a lot of courage to accept that. Even more to acknowledge it"

" Thatss the truth isn't it? And its you " he shrugged. " I dont know whats in store for us Ananya. We may be or we may not, both equally likely. We may laugh at this conversation, looking back with fond remembrance , while our kids scream for our attention. We may have other lovers, wonderful men and women, changing our lives ,shattering us. We may marry others, move to other places , become different people until 

what we were becomes mere memory, another thing in our cupboard of recollections- to be taken out, dusted and put back in once a year."

" But within us , in some small crevice, underneath careful layers, there will be the person who is here today. And in that part, wherever it may be, however small or distant, what we have will still be" .