Given that he had the line, 'Away Is A Bad Word', written in bold red in the center of his hostel room wall, this would have been a very difficult time for him. But fortunately, he is accustomed to living like this, since the first time she went away. Practice does make a man perfect.
He did not expect to dream of her though. He did not expect such a severe setback to his peaceful existence. His peaceful existence which is already fragile enough to be affected by a harmless couple walking on the street. And here was an explicit dream, detailed enough for him remember and real enough for him to wake up with that expression of rage mixed with a gritty loss bearing smile. Such feelings had become very rare now, but when they occured, they were strong enough to still make him seek solace in drinking from his favorite mug in the middle of the day.
He dreamt of making a call to her to tell her about something very practical. Something to do with...
...and while he was thinking this, she called. For real. And she said she is around. And that she would like to meet.
Well, the dream was about how thirsty she has been for love. That she needed someone to hold her and protect her. Her lips were parched when his touched them for the first time. And then, in the dream itself, he lived 2 lives. One making her parched lips wet, slowly. And the other, of getting her to feel at peace with everything around her.
The first life was as long as the second one!
And then he looks back at reality. Its moving. Still no destination in sight. But slither ahead it shall! because, you never know, when a dream might come true.
