That night...

The light of his room was still switched on. He looked at his watch, as it beeped at 4. He got up, and went outside on the terrace. As he stepped outside, a wave of fresh and cold air, striked on his face, he felt a chill from inside. He closed his eyes, and a flash back of her memories, like scattered images, totally random starts. And he opened his eyes at that very instant. He doesn't want to remember those moments, those memories. But the more he wanted to forget, the more those memories get carved in his mind. "Uh..." he sighed. Was it for the fate, or was it for his helplessness?
He remember saying to her,

Faqat ye iltejaa hay Tum sy..
K Raabton ko Bahaal Rakhna..
Me Lout Aaoon ga Teri Jaanib..
Bachaa k Kuch
Mah-o-Saal Rakhna..

And he remembered those words of her still ringing in his ears, "Where are you going from where you will return?"
His mind was not thinking, he turned away, saying may be to his own self, "Uh..Far, far away from here, where there is not even a ray of your bittersweet memories".
She said in an afraid sound, "Have you found that pl....?".
She couldn't complete her words, her voice was not helping her.
And he said nothing, and walked away..
He opened his eyes, not sure that it was a dream or real.

He came back in his room, wrote something in his diary, and headed for the bookmark, he read the note in his heart...

......Chahta hun ke bhool jaun tumhen,
Aur khud bhi na yaad ayun tumhen,
Jesay tum koyi aik kahani thee,
Jesay main sirf eik fasana tha,..

It was dated 4th January, 2010...
Fighting back his tears, he slammed the diary on the wall. All he wanted was to scream out loud.