1 The Parting

I never imagined that someday Lisa would leave Cornwall. She wasn't like that, you know. She was the kind of person who would want to stay at home and also, during her days she spent here, she didn't like much travelling. Not that I did care! She used to be just a classmate, not any best friend or even a good friend. But since I was the only classmate of hers still living in Cornwall, I decided to see her off at the station.

Lisa and I were on good terms. We smiled and spoke a few words when we met at the market, or at the little coffee shop just around the corner. For, even though we didn't share a very strong bond, we did share the common memories- memories of my school life, the period which I valued to much and missed so bad. So I was quite sorry to see her go and I was almost close to tears when she began speaking of our school, and how much she would miss the school building, on our way to the station. I was going to miss these talks, however seldom they were. She was the only living memory of my school life (except for the school building) and it was sad to see her leave.

"Jennifer, I'll miss you a lot. Do write sometimes if you can" Lisa said as we reached the station.

"Sure thing, old girl. Take care"

The train arrived a few minutes later. Lisa turned to hug me, and as she did so, I felt a pang of grief. Did we actually share such a strong bond that I was reluctant to let her go?

She took up her bags and went inside the Carriage. it was little I could do to keep myself from crying

"Goodbye, Lisa! don't forget to write!!" I screamed and waved like mad as the whistle blew and the train set off. She waved back.

I stood in the deserted station for the long time, not wanting Lisa's memories to fade away.

As I walked back home, kicking the dust with my shoes, the faint evening glow cast me into thoughtfulness. The village looked very pretty, the soft orange glow enveloping the whole place into a sort of enchanting land. The place looked like something out of a poem by Blake, where the poet rejoiced in the glory of nature. Just then, I felt something strange. The friendship I shared with Lisa, wasn't really friendship. Her soft blue eyes came to my mind and I felt my heart stop. For, just then, I didn't feel just a bond of memories for that girl.

I felt desperately, and hopelessly in love.