The nickname I gave her was Pickachu,she was always so full of thunderbolt . It was her last day in Kolkata. The things between us were meant to be like this.l knew she had to go to abroad someday. I knew this will end some day.

I was driving to her house. To see her for the last time. As I reached below her house I parked my car and then rang the bell. She opened the door. We were in lack of words to speak. We kept looking at each other for a minute or two. To break this tension I said to her" I have brought my car. We can go somewhere for dinner? "

She replied "No actually some relatives will be here for dinner, you know they just want to see me for the last time,so I need to attend them. Yes we can walk to the Autumn park. Let's go? Leave the car here".

Yes I forgot about the Autumn park it was 10 minutes from her house so when we were in 11 and 12 we used to hangout there. It was one of our favorite places. i don't know if it will continue to be my favorite without her.

"Sure!" replied. We walked silently through the way with none of us uttering a word I didn't wanted to say anything. I was afraid that I will end up crying like a little boy if we talked about things that are ending. I didn't wanted to make her weak, she needs to be strong, we need to be strong! As we occupied our usual place in the park.
I started the conversation
"So your going huh? Packing is done?"
"Yes! Some of it is left but I will just figure that out tonight".
"That's great. I will miss you."

She didn't reply and my heart sank. Has she already stopped loving me?All of a sudden she bended over the grass land we were sitting on and kept her head on my lap. She was looking at me. How more cute can she be on her last day in Kolkata?
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