I've never been good with & good at goodbyes. I am cursed with the weakest of tear ducts but that day when you left in the dark silence of the night I didn't feel a thing.
I watched you as you packed your clothes into the red suitcase. My gaze followed you as you slipped through the door. On my face was plastered a smile. My eyes didn't well up neither did my heart break at the sight of you leaving. I sat frozen on the old divan, smiling.
But as you came back, my smile widened. Then I realised that you had forgotten the car keys. You always seem to forget the car keys. And then you stripped your ring finger off the ring. Then, only then, I gasped, fighting my tears.
10 years, and today you're finally leaving. Leaving nothing behind, not even the withered garland that hung around my portrait, and into the red suitcase.

- Debdyuti