One’s own feats

Just a thought –

The feel of “regret”, sometimes, is obligatory for yours and other’s life.

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The world out there is a unification of a race, that complicate a humble life. This is nothing novel. The attention-grabbing trait is, how the human qualities are sinking.

A layman is capable of blaspheming someone or something to an inconceivable level.

It comes so naturally to people nowadays. It doesn’t even take a whiplash second to digest their act. And every one of us gets away with these lines, “I’m a human too and I tend to make mistakes. What is the big deal?”

Some argue that it is dependent on how the kid is nurtured. With smirks, you again can’t get away by pointing figure at someone else.

I recently came across a person, who I venerated and ended up with abhorrence. It is not about the concept of people change. For all I know, change is constant. It is about how few people are upright at feigning and how few people are naïve. Believe me, being naïve is errant.

I often ponder on the thought, if only emotional exploitation is indictable, how many would dare to do it? Again, it is not about making it unlawful but it is vouching upon the probability of how many would knock their cognizance before doing something atrocious to another being.

I can bet on the fact that this person I came across in the journey of life, would be the cheapest I can ever combat. Simply because this person had all of it. Getting to know this person, I’m assuming the level of being cheap grows with time rather than diminishing and trying to be a better person. Fascinating fact is that this person makes sure that the same thing is reiterated with more intensity later in life. I have been a prey, there were many earlier and would be more too. It took ages for me to get over this priceless experience and compromise on my idiocy. I call it priceless experience because I’m a utopian. It did break me, but I made sure to pick every single piece up.

What was the most infuriating truth? The person was not sorry for what was done. The person’s feats annihilated a girl. A family. A dream. A life. A hope. A promise. A wish. However, all these unseen stooges, didn’t mean anything to anyone. It was all obscured. Perpetually. The person, who did this, was simply not even sorry about it. Not even sorry. The least, a human can emote for his callous acts. All that the person chose to do was to pelt. The person never turned back to see what happened to all of them.

But how does it matter?

I discern that it doesn’t matter. When it matters, if it matters, the person would be in front of each victim at some point in life. Regret. For one’s own feats.

It will. Someday.

The person will pay for his peccadillos.

Priya

St. James Church

London

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Parenting

Just a thought –

Freedom of speech should be the first step towards good parenting

Family Concept

In her mind, “Umpteenth number of women’s life he has cosseted. And he is talking about how parents should be vital for every child. Family should be the primeval priority for every child. “

Her ogling eyes spoke volumes.

In her thoughts-

“Did your mother tell you that in the name of family, you could annihilate other’s family?”

I appreciate this parenting. They have not failed in giving the child the needed love, education, importance of family, customs, tradition and prioritizing things for their own well being. But, they have failed to inculcate the needed human qualities within him. So chivalrously dedicated to his folks that he couldn’t see the destruction to other families caused due to his feats.

I keep conjecturing how would the woman in his mother react, when she hears or sees her son’s true colors. Will she still desire to wrap her arms around him to protect him from his sins?

His family has eternally shielded him from seeing his true self.

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She tried to talk to her mother. It had taken long pain stricken years for her to find this guts within her. She, her mother, failed to cognize. Her parents didn’t move along with her with the changing world. She tried her best to explain. She failed as a child too.

Her mother wept, tried to protect her, loved, cared, struggled and did what not for that one flaw. But she failed to understand that this kid has gone far, really far for it to come back into her arms.

In her thoughts-

“How do I explain? I feel paralyzed with their overwhelming emotions. I have lost the freedom of speech within my family. The traumatising episodes of the family has always lurked me not to voice my problems. I didn’t want to see another bout between them. I didn’t want to see my mother weeping. I didn’t want to see my father’s weakness. I have always kept quite.”

Tears rolled down making her plight obvious.

Broken families do less damage to children than those families that are having the pieces stuck together unwillingly.

I’m in life’s most foreboding phase. I need my family. I need the feeble love of mother. But all I got to hear is how I should be happy forcefully because she wanted to be contented being a good parent. All I got to hear was how family could break into pieces.

I was forced ardently not to voice my problem.

I chose to keep quite.

Note:

Mom,

I wish you could have heard me.

Love,

Your daughter

If only both the mothers had done the basic of good parenting, the son of one would not have been the reason behind demise of the daughter of another. The girl’s family never saw the sunshine again. It was one of the many that the son wrecked.

Ariana

Exuberance

Just a thought –

Some occurrences in your journey jabs open your eyes towards the punitive veracity of the world and it’s species.

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She would be easily around 85 years. Yet she luridly remembered him. It was desolating to know that she still reminisced him as how he had chosen to show himself to her. 50 years of human life is a lot of time to hold on to something. I conjectured on the power of the miff.

That which does not kill us makes us stronger – Friedrich Nietzsche

She said this to me and I ended up looking through her. I could sense that. The agony that had the power to inoculate me. For some reason, I was keen on knowing what was it. She is one of the most intellectual women I have ever come across in life till now. Her talks and thoughts were immensely instigating. And she told me this:

I was 23 years, when I met him. When we met, I was victimized to certain life threatening ordeals. But, I never had urging thoughts of giving up on life or on myself. I’m a fighter and I strongly believed in spiritual side of mortal life. I believed in natural justice the most. She has that sparkles in her eyes, when she mentioned it. It startled me for a second.

I continued to listen to her. Our world was so picturesque. He changed my acuity towards the bitter globe. Life is never a bed of roses. I understand the presence of thorns amongst roses, but don’t understand the presence of leeches that can kill the roses. His devious comportment was the leech. Love makes you oversee the flaw in them and that is how it should be to relish a serene soul. But his deceit was so formidable that the serene soul lost its denotation. He thrust me into a dark tunnel with a vicious vigor that I’m still finding my way out of it. 50 years and counting. I have had more devastating circumstances to have gone into the tunnel I’m mentioning here. But I had chosen him as the mace to tumble down. I regret the choice.

Do you know why? She had a tear stagnated at the corner of eye still trying to decide on to touch her cheeks or not. I was stuck in the thought of how can someone emote after 50 years of its occurrence? Baffled on the idea of time heals.

I love him. No, he is not my first love. The arch of her lips spoke volumes. He was my life’s companion. I wanted to share all the days I had with him. It was wrecked. I gave in, thus I gave up.

I subsisted to be only a blank page till now. The journey of subsistence was not at all tranquil. Words can’t do justice to those emotions.

And,

He was extremely devoted to me after that act of pretense. He was devoted to not to care about me, to be heartless to me. The perpetual reminder of that promise probed a lot of me yet kept me going. “A lot of me” would need another lifetime to expound.

With inquisitiveness I asked her, “Will you forgive him?” It is said forgiving and forgetting aids in healing. In a jostle she replied, “Does it matter? If it does, then who? He is and was not sorry for his feats. If he had in anyway, he would have found a way to me. And I don’t think anything could heal those wounds that time fails to heal.”

I was standing there, looking at this woman. Eyes wide open. She was a power in herself. Human emotions are complex however cool you tend to portray them. I shook hands expressing how pleased I was to meet her and slowly walked. In my trance – this could be me after 50 years. But do I have the conviction? I’ll figure out soon.

Name: Ariyana

Place: Waterstones, Piccadilly circus, London

Time: 11:10 am

 

Note:

It is a piece of fiction. My favorite author’s note:

“Neither novels nor their readers benefit from attempts to divine whether any facts hide inside a story. Such efforts attack the very idea that made-up stories can matter, which is sort of the foundational assumption of our species.”

– John Green, Fault in our stars

Muzzled within!

Just a thought –

Allow people to walk out of your life. It gives you an opportunity to evaluate relationships and yourself.

4647693438_e3ef058cb9_bA page in “her” diary:

Love is all about tiny gestures of care. I know his care for me. I have seen it, felt it and lived it. Two years of “the unsaid” yet said relationship. Life seems a fairy tale when one is in love. But I never knew this would change into the worst phase. When things changed between us, I saw the reality of the relationship we shared. The “real him”.

The decision to choose mottled paths in life slowly injected so much pain within me that I started questioning, every act of his. It was not my decision to leave the beautiful relationship far behind. Though the reasons seemed to be very practical, I couldn’t compromise on the fact that he didn’t want to try. A spineless man could be more perilous than anyone. He was spineless. Things came to a point that “I never loved me”, “there is no use of you in my life anymore”, “when did I say that I’m in love with you”, “you can’t really do anything to me because I have decided to leave you” and so on.

A woman is always expected to be strong by this man made world. I know I’m strong. But is being strong is to keep quite to the emotional exploitation by men? I was exploited in the name of love. It was a conscious decision, as I believed in love, in him. It was such an illusion. He proved to be a perfect player. When exquisite thing like love is got without any struggle in life, you don’t tend to realize its worth. He was one of those kinds. When the girl goes beyond a tolerable level to be serious about him, he has his plans to behave and treat her in a way that she gets hurt and moves away by herself. He did exactly the same to me and he chose to run away. It is there in some people’s DNA.

How does it feel? To endure that “treatment” and “behaviour”. Not at all an easy one. The person you had loved a lot chooses to leave you behind to safeguard themselves from their guilt. In the name of family, religion, circumstances, career or whatever? A complete exit that it appears that you were never a part of his life. Not a new story in this big world. It is so common that people refuse to emote to this kind of news. They pat their lashes with this sentence “Grow up and move on”. Out of all this, the most excruciating bit was, he never bothered to alter the perception of him in me ever after that.

It is not to do with relationship it is about a lot more within me, about me. How much ever I drone about it, I can’t make people care or change. This entire experience in my life has changed me as an individual. I’m muzzled within. He took away an integral part of me. I will never be the same. Being called the emotional one, I’m the one to be blamed and I did blame myself for being blind in love.

I changed. I started existing than living and it pained so much less.

Note:

I came across a Londoner who shared the above, most personal happenings of her life. We became friends in London underground. The red flowers that I had in my hand was the reason for her to talk to me. She envied me for having such a good friend who had gifted me that. This is how our friendship started.

Her story made me wonder how many girls are out there who were subjected to such life altering experiences. I also often ponder on the thought if the person who are a reason for such a change in someone comes to know what they have done, will they be able to forgive themselves or would be callous to just go on with life like most of us do?

Soul Spree

Just a thought –

Letting someone own you leads to him or her disowning you agonisingly.

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It was that moment of transition from a corporeal body to an immortal soul. She had chose to be in the serene world rather than the cruel world. Alas, she couldn’t make it to the serene world.

She was stuck between the two worlds.

When she was mortal, she was always inquisitive about how he would react to her nonexistence? Now, she has been given a fortuitous to unwind it and her soul was also forlorn.

Akram:

“Ah! She was a stupid female. I would say she just ruined her life. Come on, who wants to die at this age. She is not worth my time. I never thought she would die for me. And I actually don’t feel anything towards this loss. Who was she to me anyway? I never loved her. I was mere verbal about it. Let me focus on the present girl.”

She was in blood shot tears. The person, for whom, she chose to leave life behind, was not pretentious by her dearth. She couldn’t live without him; she couldn’t breathe without him. His manifestation made so much of a difference to her. He owned her and her soul.

She understood esteeming a relationship is contemptible. She fathomed that letting someone own her, just ruined her. She deeply bemoaned her choice. She was left to skirmish between the two worlds without knowing a way to emancipate her soul from what she was witnessing. It was excruciatingly withering her immortal heart. She was yet again victim of destiny. Rhea would remain a troubled soul.

Poisonous Love!

Just a thought –

Sometimes, you stop and look around to witness the obliteration you have caused to the person who cared for you the most, just to realize that you can never forgive yourself for the inhumanness in you.

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She stood there frozen. Her lemon shaped eyes, wide open with pearls of tears rolling down in a grotesquely slow haste.

He touched her. Her body was cold and soul was withered. Blood oozing out of the nerve, her petite body lay there, lifeless. He was inert with only his hands wobbling with the sheet of note left for him to ruminate for the days to come.

Past:

He said to his friend, “There she is! Oh god! I was just waiting for this minute of the day (winks).” Their eyes met for few minutes.

Jia, the nerd. She likes to be cut off from the world. She had tweaked herself to be in solitary. Arjun, the Lothario, chased her, as he wanted to vanquish her to boost his male ego. She had once proved him that she was better than him, in the most imperturbable way possible but she never knew that his ego was hurt in the whole episode. He was heroic to make her bend to him. It wasn’t hard for a charmer like him. She fell for him. For the most beautiful person she had beheld in him. She was in love with that hidden personality of his. Somewhere, at a sub-conscious level, he was falling in love with her too. But his pride never allowed him to see it. He wanted to just conquer her.

After knowing him too well for a year, Jia was recklessly in love with him. Now, he owned her and her soul. It was chaste maneuverings of emotions, a brutal act, if only she knew what was coming her way. It was that beautiful day of her life. She was unwinding the woman in her to him. Jia and Arjun made love.

Present:

In her heart wrecking thoughts, “It’s been two weeks since I heard anything from him. He is not answering my calls too. I hope he is fine.” She was completely ignored by him after the most beautiful day of her life. She didn’t loose faith. She has perseverance. After unremitting dogging away acts by him and cruel emotional traumas, she decided to confront him. She went in search of him.

Arjun, “Oh come on! When did I ever tell her that I love her or I’m going to marry her? I wanted revenge and I took it this way. Hey! Listen to the details now.” His friends, “ Hahahaha….really? You are a real stud bro!”

She stood there frozen. Her lemon shaped eyes wide open with pearls of tears rolling down in a grotesquely slow haste.

In a while, his phone rang. The world below his feet slipped away. He ran like a maniac.

He touched her. Her body was cold and soul was withered. Blood oozing out of the nerve, her petite body lay there, lifeless. He was inert with only his hands wobbling with the sheet of note left for him to ruminate for the days to come.

The note:

I knew this intension of yours long back. I chose to be canopy to it, as I believed in you and in my love for you. I couldn’t have had a more beautiful reason than this to give up on life. I’m thankful to the Lord. I would plea you to not to do this to anyone else, as I want to be the last gaffe in your life. I wish you had respected the woman in me if not the love.

I love you. I really do.

Jia

Arjun was cramped for rest of his days in the prison called “life”.

Fervent “Someone”

Loneliness

Just a thought –

The sense of respect for each other’s emotions is as basic as the love in a relationship

She was brooding on “How many in the species of Homo sapiens are virtuous in handling perfidy?” Meet Zakiah, the protagonist, who is equivocating between various vicious human emotions in the most susceptible phase of life. She is a meek girl who lives with the faith of beholding miracles in small gestures of fellow beings. She looks for true emotions amongst ostentatious people. Her fault was to be oblivious that world doesn’t work that way for anyone.

She had felt the chaste love for someone lately. This is not her first love. She has a bitter past that curbs her from men and love. Amid her scuffle to find herself and lurching to get out of the penitentiary she had built for herself, she met him, Kayid, the fervent “someone”, who is competent of going to any limits for his subsistence. Not everyone is adept at moving along with the evolving time. She is one of them. The integrities, ideologies, emotions of human race have tainted according to the expediency. Darwin called it survival of the fittest. He was one such with no values for other’s emotions. No respect.

Zakiah fell for Kayid, so hard that she was blind to his venal intensions. She was overwhelmed with his presence in her life. She was connecting the dots of several occasions that pushed her to him and was grinning about it. Love is perceived as a solitary tenacity for her existence. She conquered gratification in showing love to him.

They go to the same university. Kayid was using her for his materialistic gains. Though she was getting glimpse of his intents, she chose to be oblivion to them in the name of love.

The dark day for her, the reality yet again gave a hard slap. This slap was death striking that she doubted the tranquility of her lucidity. He betrayed her for a worthless materialistic cause. She knew she was being manipulated. She thought, “Is this is what it is or I’m being canopy to him once again?” She had to make the sternest choice, him or the right thing? She chose to do the right thing. If only she had known that she is going is pay a really heavy price for doing the right thing.

Kayid chose to show his dark side to her. She was obligated to wobble her reasons to live life. The relationship that was the reason of life within her pushed her to the verge of giving up on it. Her feelings were not respected. She was not respected. It was beyond what she had alleged he is capable of doing to her. He was efficacious in giving her the permanent silence to her. Her feminism begged him to spare her emotional virginity. Nothing really mattered to him. He cut all his ties with her.

She was left to ponder on the betrayal of her love for the rest of the life.

Emotional dishabille in a relationship

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Just a thought-

You ought to realize that if you fall for an atrociously self-centered person, it would only be you in the any kind of relationship, forever.

Dia, “Justin, so this is it between us. Isn’t?” There was no response from the other end. Dia hung the call. There was nothing left in that relationship to hold on to like rest of the relationships that break due to immaturity and different priorities in life.

Dia and Justin met exactly 11 months ago in Paris, the city of love, for an exchange student program. Being from the same country, they didn’t take long to get along well. It was such a treat to eyes to look at people like this together. So full of vitality and exhilaration. But did these two know that it would turn “complicated” to “ugly” to “dirty” to “agonizing pain” in the days to come.

Dia is one such personality, who doesn’t care about the societal norms when she genuinely cares for someone. This “genuine care” has taught her innumerable awful lessons what not to do to herself. However excruciating the pain is, she never learns. Now, that is why this is called a “habit” for her. A habit to hurt herself. Especially when she has an expedient option to hurt others to uphold herself from getting hurt. Justin is a “guy”. A very celluloid personality. Doesn’t think much before doing things even if others are going to get hurt out of it. He is lost most of the time.  Unequivocally, wrong for each other. Still circumstances brought them together.

Anyone who saw them together thought they are a couple. “Bull crap” was the reaction from both the sides. They enjoyed each other’s company. Studying together, shopping, casual roaming, phone blahs and a lot more. But little was known to both of them that one of them is taking all these too seriously than the other. Justin was stuck somewhere and he couldn’t reach Dia over phone one day. Dia almost had a panic attack. That is what we call a “reality check in a relationship”. She started feeling jealous, protective and possessive over him. Basically, all those adjectives that jeopardises a beautiful friendship. Wait, not exactly friendship, but something more than friendship and less than a relationship carved by Justin with little effort from Dia.
She knew what to do and she did exactly the same. Sadly, it didn’t help much. She took a break from this claustrophobic relationship. She finally understood the necessity of breathing space. Justin was not moved even a tad bit by all these. About her, about what she feels. It was a causal friendship for him. There was a point when she intoned to him that, “Justin, I miss those phone calls. I’m so used to it that I can’t be without it. Take it in the purest form possible. Don’t get me wrong. I know I shouldn’t expect. Just that I enjoyed them.” This didn’t help to stop the drifting away from each other process. He was baffled as always. What and why is this happening? He was absolutely fine with her not talking to him. People, who heard this, pitied Dia. It’s her fault. She should have known this is how it is going to be.

One fine day, Dia thought of talking this out to him. Now that she was sure of what she was feeling for him. Over one such random conversation, Justin made it very clear to her that he cannot see a friend as his girlfriend. First point screwed. Second, he also mentioned it to her that it is not a big deal to talk to someone on a daily basis. How does it matter? I can do it with anyone I want to. Nothing special about it.  She thought, “Amazing”.

Dia never wanted a relationship from him. She can easily get over that “love on him”. It was all about “her special space” in his life diminishing because she knew he was pretentious that she has started feeling for him. But, why?

In the days to come she felt the importance of her in his life. He was using her for his own good. Poignant sustenance. Just to while away the time. This experience gave her an agonising frantic emotion within her. Dia, to herself, “He spoke to me when he wanted to. He spent time with me when he wanted to. When I asked for a bit. There was a problem. When I demanded, he moved away? Really? He just like that left me behind? Where is that care and concern that he claimed of? He never thought how would I feel about it. This relationship had two people in it. No one can force anything on the other. Today, I get it; it was only me who was there. So, when your best friend falls for you, what you do? You leave her behind and give her place in your life to someone else or just be with the void if at all it is there.”

She was also questioned, “Did I ever get physical to you or did I ever tell you that I see you as my girl”. She thought, “what about the emotional attachment in a relationship? Why is that only physical nudity matters in a relationship and not the emotional nudity?”

Dia cannot handle fake emotions and fake relationships. Unfortunately, that is all she encounters. It is not about the love, it was more about the friendship she shared with him. He didn’t care to stand by it. She cried over it to build the bridge. Time to move on. She learnt it in the hard way that anyway life shouldn’t be wasted for self-centered morons like this.

That redolence of rain

girl-and-rain-dark-1-jpgJust a thought –

People who can read your eyes, face and mind will always fail to read you. Its simply because they know you too well that they are not bothered to read you.

 

She enforced herself to get to the place. Surreal wars of thoughts are more agonizing than the tangible wars. She just wanted to scream this. She has heard that screaming does help in getting your frustrations out.

The take off of the flight gave an acute pain, which words cannot do integrity in elucidating. After 10 hours of journey, there she was, in the place where she knew she should belong to but her rebellious soul denies it every day, religiously. She thought to herself, I’m here with a cause. I’ll just figure that out and leave. I should not get into this emotional entanglement. She gave herself a dose of all the hurt lessons of the past.

Her loving family was all set to receive her with beaming happiness. She feltsomething within her when she met them. In her thoughts, I don’t want to accept that I missed them. Unpretentious love for anyone for that matters hurts. What an irony Leia, you are here to figure out the very same. Well, I’m here to figure out how fucked up it is and what should be done in the days to come.

One fine day, she was standing near the door. She smelt the rain. She wondered why doesn’t the rain smell the same way in London? How much I love this fragrance. It triggers something incorrigible within me. At this moment, she knew the answer for the question she had come with few days back. That sweet smile with few drops of poise tears. She was flabbergasted to know that she still is capable of sensing happiness, thinking of someone.

In 10 seconds, the smile aversely struggles to leave the field of her face. When the mind asked her “What next?” Ah! The retort to this is simply unfair. Because she knew she had to “let go” of it. But the good thing about this realisation was she also realized how loving is her family. How susceptible she is for love. How feeble of her to face love even now. In a fraction of second, before her mind and heart could enter into the room of skirmish, she got ascribed back to her family and “this person”, who is responsible for this newfangled change in her.

It’s time to go back. She would always remember that one redolence of rain. However, the same redolence also told her that he is not going to feel the same way. She would always keep wishing if he could just ignore her words and see through her. Also, she knew she has a world breaking record of  having unfulfilled wishes. She fared to swim it across yet gain in life.

Excruciating and bigoted are the best description of life for Leia.

“Breakups” in Friendship

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Just a thought –

Giving thoughts to the question, “why are we friends” jeopardises a friendship

She was lying awake on her bed, gazing at the ceiling. Lobbing now and then was the only thing she has been doing for past 6 hours. It was apparently a sub conscious movement. Her brain had literally bunged working a while back. Trying hard to figure out something, tears rolled on her sweet pinkish cheeks. Minutes later, she wiped it out realizing her idiocy.

She thought, “How can I just cry for anyone like this. After all he is just a friend. Who cares? Let all of them go to hell. I won’t let such stupid things distress me.” Her babbling voice and eyes lucidly showed her that she was indeed troubled to a greater extend. All that she wanted to know was “what happened?”

She was trying hard to remember if she had told or did anything that could have hurt him. She was not able to reminisce one, which made her cry more. Being destitute is a state that could ruin your happiness eternally. She thought, enough is enough; whatever it is, he can talk to me like I do. Why is this weird thing happening between us? Gosh! It is so painful. It’s been a month now. I miss, terribly miss the fun I used to have with him, which I never thought of adding to my “I would miss it” list. I never thought I would miss it. Then why am I missing it now?

She picked her phone to call him and that very moment, her phone beeped. It was him. She was never this panicky to pick her best friend’s call. Finally, after the thunder striking muddles, she picked. He said, “Hi. How are you doing?” She took deep breaths to fathom it was actually him to whom she was talking. But he was not bothered about it as always. Without letting her react or reply, he continued, “I wanted to ask about our Science project. Are we meeting to discuss on it? I really want our project to be the best.” She was enraged the other side. In her thoughts, “I’m dying every minute here trying to understand your indifference towards me. You call after 3 complete days to talk about Science project. I’m so gonna kill you.” She replied, “4.30 pm today” and hung the call.

She was determined to talk it out today. Rather she was prepared to yell at him. They met at their favorite hang out place as they used to meet every single day. She didn’t give him a chance to speak. She went straight to him and asked, “What is your problem? Why are you not the usual Avi I know?” He smiled at her as if he was just waiting for this volcano to burst. He politely replied, “We are just friends. Aren’t we? That is why I’m behaving like one.” She rolled her eyes and asked, “Now, what does this mean on earth?” He was happier now. He came an inch closer to her and spoke into her ears. “I want to be just friends with you as that is what you want. Before this one month, I don’t think it was just friendship between us. Hope you understand. So, let me be just friends with you, Ann.”

He left the place swiftly. She sat there puzzled. The days of them being together ran like a movie in front of her eyes. The way they used to tease girls and guys randomly on the road, pani puri hogging, their silence, when they used to sit at Marine drives, the fun, the protectiveness, that feeling. Oh god! How was I so blind towards my own feelings? She smiled to herself, nodding her head. The next day morning, she was flying to Mauritius for her holidays.
It was his turn now. He was so restless thinking about her. Just then he got a text message from her that read, “International Airport @ 11 am.” He was extremely baffled to fathom why Airport? Where was she going? Has she taken me wrong? Will she leave our beautiful relationship and me far behind? Will she do such a thing? He headed towards the airport with a massive battle of questions in his head. He found her standing near the entrance, fiddling with her pink lace dress, his favorite one. That cataleptic smile on his face was one of those sweet moments in his life. She ran to him. Finding it hard to make an eye contact with him, with lots of wary evident on her face, she, for the first time in her life realized her feminism. She gave a quick puppy hug and sensually said him, “I love you too.” She moved an inch back, saw him and yelled. Can’t you just tell it to me? You and your melodramas are so tough to put up with. Now, bye. See you after a month. He pulled her back into a tight hug. He just didn’t want to let go of her. She broke from the hug with tears rolling just to say bye once again until they met again.

And, after 9 years of togetherness, they tied the nuptial knot to continue to be in their fairyland of love, which belongs only to Avi and Ann.
“Breakups” in friendship, necessarily, need not be bitter. It could pave way to a beautiful relationship that could be cherished every day of your life.