Incomplete story

When I saw your face first time I felt something and realized....you were in my life before but I forgot you.
Your streets-wrinkles furrowed your face seemed to be familiar to me...your voice - merged to variety of sounds....have we met before?
Some inexplicable feeling. Anxiety. Lump in my throat. I didn't attach much importance to that feeling.... it happens, just someone's video.

I was turning out from me those unpleasant sensations, convincing myself that it's only my morbid imagination and I cant judge you without seeing.
I was preparing for our first meeting even not being sure that I am ready to meet you.

You are one flight away.
....again this inexplicable feeling.......

I am dragging my feet and I am not in a hurry to leave airport...something is wrong...but I am getting grip on myself and taking a step out...
The next moment burst of sounds, smells, sensations...heart is pumping hard .. and that inexplicable feeling is taking on the shape of comprehension "I was here and something went wrong. Something horrible and irreparable happened and I couldn't prevent it"

Kolkata.

I don't see this city from the window of my cab... I feel it, hardly trying to hold back tears. I remember your scent. I close my eyes and for a moment my sensations transfer me there ... it seems I can hear snatches of conversations, screams, tears and despair. I open my eyes and feel frustration - I couldn't prevent it, I cant change it now... because I even don't know what is it. All what I know it was something horrible, something which memory in this birth preserved as faint echo.

Morning. I am running away from you by the nearest flight.
You played another one dirty trick on me but it wasn't the reason of my escape. YOU were the reason.

One day (very soon) I will back and you will tell me everything, but this time I will be ready to face you and your story. Till now..this story is incomplete...........