Thursday, March 8, 2018

The elusive writer

It was the breeze. Fresh air into the soul. Smirking just paved way to smiles and smiles to laughs. The grass , the trees , the cattle, the fields every one waved at her. Trains are noisy, but the cribbing was pulling her to the flashes from her past.

"I don't know what to answer, but this day is changing everything about us," he texted her back. She called him.It was midnight. Everyone in the room were talking in hushed voices. She also synced into the surroundings although all she wanted to do was to shout from the rooftop. She had fallen in love. 


"Hi, there" 
"Hi".
"What's your name"
"Anna"
He knelt down.
"Anna, I love you". 
And the seniors giggled. It was just ragging. And she played along. When the bell rang, it was time for their first sessions. She had walked away but soon found he was following her. They were going to the same class.
"You didn't tell me your name", she asked.
"Now that I have proposed to you, I guess, you could call me Prince Charming. Just kidding... Rahul." 


"I am sorry Rahul. But this is not working out. I thought we could do it. We are always fighting. The things we used to admire in each other are the things we now hate. We are drifting apart in this single room. When you are early, I am late. I am not there for your success party. And you had to attend a client when I was fired from my job. All of us want a shoulder to cry on. But we are not there for each other. " She was listing all the explanation she had planned in her mind. 
He was teary eyed. So was she. " I guess, we were better as friends".



She had been crying all day in his room. Boxes of half- eaten pastries, chocolates , pizzas were all lying on the floor. Nothing could console her. When he came back.
" Why are you always going out ? I don't want anything to eat. I want you to sit by my side," She shouted.
Just as he sat there on the couch , she started crying again ," He dumped me.....".
" I can understand that. What I can't understand is that why are you still crying over that as if it happened yesterday. It was 2 months back."
" But still,"
"It happens Anna. Life is meant to be like that. Everyone goes through these things ". And she knew it was true.


It was last of all the cans. He knew she couldn't be any less sober. She was done counting the mistakes she made in the math board exam paper 7 years ago. Also was the number of times she had passed out after parties. She was counting the number of her ex-boyfriends now. 
"Why do boys don't like me?, You tell me, Rahul. You are a boy. You should know the reason."
"Its not like that Anna,"
"You and I have been together for so many years. Why didn't you ever think of me as your girlfriend. Am I a behenji?"
"Anna,"
"Shut up, Rahul. Even you , my friend, don't like me. How can I ask anyone else to like me".
She was high as hell. She was weeping again. 
"Anna"
"Shut up you"
"Anna"
"Shut up...." And she felt his mouth on her lips. He was kissing her. He had always wanted to tell her how he felt about her. But she was the one who was not around. She kissed him back. 
"I didn't mean to take any advantage. But I never could have got the courage to tell how much I love you. How I always wanted to tell you that no one but I was right for you. You were the one who never thought of me as your boyfriend. " And then there was the silence.
She got down at her building and he drove back. All the beer cans she emptied had whatsoever no effect on her. She pulled out her cellphone. Texted him, " Are you in love with me ?"


And the final thought.

The train had arrived. She was rushing through the crowd when suddenly she felt a hand on her shoulder. She was turning around all ready to snap whoever it was, but then she stopped . It was Rahul. " You in a rush?" . She smiled and hugged him. " Hey bud, I am so sorry yaar. I have to catch this train. Will ping later."

When she was finally settled in her seat. She pulled her phone. One notification.
 Mail from Rahul K.
Sub:- Hi. Will call you later. Wanna share something.
Attachment : Wedding Invitation.


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