He called me one day and said, " I am in town. Meet me at the same place. Please. I need to talk. I need to talk to you." I was shocked. We hadn't spoken in ages and in the 7 years that I had known him, I had never heard him like that. I immediately left my office. There was something in his voice that made me leave work immediately.
When I reached the cafe, I was shocked to him there. That handsome face, that tidy hair, that crooked smile. Nothing. Just an empty stare.
It was like he was waiting. Waiting for something to occur, something to happen. I saw him at the cafe. Disheveled hair, clothes ragged. His eyes held an empty look.
I went and sat next to him. He looked up. Still no smile, no spark in the eyes, no him.
"What happened? Are you ok?" I asked.
"She is dead," came his reply.
"Her. Yesterday. There," he spoke slowly, breathing heavily like each word weight heavily on his heart.
He took a deep breath and then looked at me, with tears in his eyes. I couldn't believe it.
"Why did they? How could they? Why her?"
I tried to put things together in my head.
"She called me a month back. She said she wanted to get back together. It was tough. She was there and me here. We spoke about it. A lot. You know how I can be. I never took her seriously but I was happy." He gulped.
He continued, " Yesterday, I called her. She didn't pick up. She almost never picked up when I called. She didn't call back that entire day. I saw the news. Pune blasts. She was in Pune. Something within me shifted. I don't know why. I called and kept calling her."
I was dreading the worst. I knew what was to come but I hoped that wasn't it. I was hoping that there was some other end to this story. I just didn't want rationality to win.
"That blast in Pune killed her. I am just coming back from Pune. I had to see her one last time. "
What do I tell him? How do i console him? What do I say to make it better when nothing can make it better?
(Based very loosely on true events)