On that bright autumn afternoon, she waited for him. As promised, as was their ritual, they would meet every other month. They would spend a week together, then he would go back to the life he had chosen. And she would go back to her life, the way she preferred. This was their only pact – no strings attached as they call it.
She waited for him today, by the lake side. She watched how the wind created ripples on the serene lake, a phenomenon she juxtaposed to her mind. She imagined that her mind was a lake, a calm one; she imagined that meeting him today was like the wind, a pleasant one, maybe; and that meeting him always creates a ripple effect in the calmness of her being.
It was a tough choice – choosing the wind over the calmness of the lake. She chose the latter.
And she walked away.