The Greatest Gift

by Amal Biswas

I faintly remember the last time we met, talked. I kissed her on the forehead and promised her I'll return. Soon.

The night was darkest than I thought it'd ever be. I was busy recollecting the ruins of the day and then I realized my cell beep. As happens to most people out of love, strangely enough you always remember the numbers of people you want to forget. My heart skipped a beat but again there was an urge to meet her. I wished she never called.

Denying all conflicts I went for the nearby rail station. That's where she wanted to meet me.

Time never stops for anyone. Two trains passed by my sight. A boy lying in the corner with a loaf of bread and an old can of collectibles, which were dearer to him; easily mentioned as "trash" by any a passer by. There wasn't any sign of her. As the mechanical clock displayed 11 P.M, I was weary. Still, I had no guts to give her a call. Should I say it was my stubborn attitude? Was it hate? It was both. Mixed emotions that prevailed at that time. I went to the nearby fast food corner of the station and purchased a burger with extra mayonnaise and a can of coke, as I always preferred. As I moved back to the sitting bench I chanced to take a peek in the boys' can. There was a ball, a broken piece of pencil and a girl's photo without the head. There must be other things too, much more valuable to him ignored by my eyes.

I sat on the bench. There was a basket. No idea about the keeper. I sat there for about ten minutes to gulp my burger. Suddenly some kind of arrogance, urge ran through my spine, I moved towards the basket. It was a beautiful baby girl. She was sleeping without any idea of what's being offered to her. Whom should I call? Should I go away? I tried to look closer and found a note. A note written to me

"Richard, you always loved children. I know you hate me. Please don't hate my child. Make her like you. I regret for my doings " Enya"

Five years passed since that day, Jenny knows she's my girl. I don't get Enya in her number anymore. All I know is I couldn't hate her after that day.

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