She can relive that moment.
Repeating in her head all the words that he said.
Her mind wanders off to their first dinner together at the north-east restaurant.
Very unlikely a place for a date, really.
It wasn't really a date, to be very honest. She tells herself.
She doesn't even remember the name of the place anymore.
It was right across her hostel.
He was teaching her how to ride a cycle that evening.
And she fell.
Literally.
That evening spilled on to their first dinner together.
Sharing of meal can ignite so many feelings.
They had good laughs together.
Oh well, smiles too.
"Are you even listening to me??"
She had come back.
She realised as time flew them by distance between their hearts increased.
To the extent that she couldn't listen to what he was saying then but remembered what he'd said 2 years back.
She drowned his voice out again.
Well, no point in romanticising a heart break.
Wait, whose heart really broke?
It's hard to tell.
The landlord's definitely. May be the maid's too.
These guys will have to bear the difficulty until the next tenants move in.
But like any other heart break, even theirs are going to be short lived.
She put the last cellotape on the last carton.
Staring at the barren wardrobe she as she decidedly closed it for the last time, many other doors also shut forever.
Tomorrow at 6 the movers will arrive.
She must get some sleep.
