Explanation:
I was walking on the shore when I suddenly heard someone sobbing. I tried to ignore the same as I was a tourist in Goa and alone on shore at that time, but then I heard a voice of glass breaking so I thought to know the deal.
I went in that direction and found a girl sitting over there. She had long open hair, she was shoeless and looking beautiful in that brown dress. With little pieces of bottle around, I realized that she just broke a liquor bottle.
I thought she needed help so I asked, "Hey, are you okay? I heard you sobbing."
"Yeah!! What will you do? I lost my love tonight. Tell me. Huhh!!" She replied angrily
"In that case, I can accompany you for sometime as I got left at my altar so I know how it feels.." I replied
She was shocked by my words and asked me further about it. I told her about that incident and time by time, we had a good chat. She told me she studied in Mumbai, which is my birthplace. We talked about many things. We also took some selfies in my mobile. After lots of positive words, finally I succeeded to cheer her up. She gave me her mobile number and I saved it with her name as "Meera".
She told me she lives in "Asha Villa" behind the church. I dropped her at her home as she was a bit drunk. I had a great time with that beautiful girl.
Next day, I woke up in the morning and I tried her mobile number, but it was not in service. I was in Goa for two more days, so wanted to meet her one more time. I thought to visit her so I went to her home.
I knocked the door and servant opened the door. I told him that I'm Meera's friend from Mumbai. Giving a somewhat strange look he invited me inside and went to call someone.
After having a seat, my eyes went to a photograph of Meera. There were candles near her photograph, some roses around and at bottom it read "Late Meera Bakshi (1989-2014)". I was equally surprised and shocked and multiple questions started coming into my mind, but I controlled.
Suddenly one voice came from the back-side,"Yes, Who are you young guy? How may I help you?"
I had many things to say and ask, but I just replied,"I'm Meera's friend from Mumbai". Her mom thought me as a college friend as Meera did college from Mumbai. She also informed that Meera committed suicide due to love problems exactly 1 year ago in that shore area. It was her death anniversary.
I was speechless and got sweat in that A.C hall. Somehow I managed myself and walked away. For a moment, I thought this might be a prank so I remembered that I took selfies in my mobile last night. I quickly opened gallery in my mobile and I realized..
"That was not a Prank..."
P.S : This is fiction writing for given theme
