Sunday, 11 August 2013

NOT EXACTLY A LOVE STORY

NOT EXACTLY A LOVE STORY


5:00pm: ......“Yes, I missed you.....a lot”, he muttered as he turned his face away from her. She did not even notice that and kept hurling abuses and made scowling faces. She was returning from a tour to the United States of America after two weeks and he was exhausted after going through his rigorous exams in scorching heat for the exact two weeks. They were talking for the first time in weeks and she was angry because he had shown no signs of missing her.

She loved small things in her life.....no matter how much they fought, a peck and a heart-felt good-bye would make her feel nice...and no matter how sweetly he would have talked to her, a bitter good-bye would spoil her mood. It didn't make her happy if he brought her a humongous gift on demand....but her happiness knew no bounds when he brought anything on his own. “Appreciate me, flatter me!!” she would say with all the childishness of the world and “buzz off” would be the answer, said with all the rudeness of the world. “Why the hell do you give me such crooked and nasty nicknames” she said when he would come up with a new creepy nickname for her and if some day he chose to call her with her real name then she would ask “Are you upset? Why are you not calling me names?” She was loud, chirpy, blabbered with an unstoppable speed, talked in an uncivilised way, was a gross indiscipline, did not know how to behave, was dependent for everything, was too much filmy with emotions scattered all around!!! And well he was......exactly the opposite.....introvert, shy, disciplined, independent, serious, “khadoos”, thoughtful and  kept everything within himself. He almost never talked and she almost never kept quiet. And yet they were best friends since the day they learnt what friends really mean to each other.

6:00 pm- “You did not message me, neither on Facebook nor on my mobile, you did not mail me, you did not even call me for the three days I was in Mumbai after returning from USA!!!”She saw him as if she was expecting an answer, some sort of explanation. As she was getting filled up with rage, he was totally calm.

“I am sorry”, that was all he said.

She was about to cry and that was the only thing he could not stand about her. He hurriedly got off the table, asked for the bill, paid it and left waving a goodbye. She was sitting there, right there; dumbstruck. She was thinking how could he be so rude? Has he changed in these two weeks? What was he hiding from me? She had a plethora of questions and all unanswered....!!! She got up and was about to pick up her bag when she saw there was a diary kept on the top of it......she opened it.....

6:30 pm: “I know you would come straight and shout at me on the top of your voice for not messaging or contacting you in your whole vacation. I would never be able to express how much I have missed you in this whole vacation since I suck at appearing helpless even when I am haplessly so!! You know very well about my dumbass need to show that I am strong enough to bear all that “emotional turmoil” stuff....you know how stupid I can be!!! You are very special to me and I missed you…a lot. And whenever I did, I wrote this diary.”

8:00 pm- “Ma’am, you would have to order something to be seated here for more time” said the waiter. “I will leave now.” She got up, went to the parking lot, started her scooty and stopped at his home. She called him and told him to come out. He could make out that she was sobbing and so he hurried downstairs. It was starting to drizzle. “You should come inside” he shouted from the other end of the road. She was looking down and did not reply. The drizzle soon turned into a shower. He ran to the other side of the road and lifted her head......and slappp!!!!! She slapped him….on his face!!! “That was for making me cry this evening” and before he could react she hugged him “and this is for missing me so badly......I missed you too.”


It was perfect. There were violins and guitars and all the musical instruments in the background. The clouds turned benevolent and plugged their water taps. The moon was peeping at the right time too, guess it did not want to miss the show!!! The heavens started showering flowers like they did in those Ramananad Sagar’s epics about Gods. It was perfect……..till the guy said with a hushed worried tone- “please leave me, what if someone sees?” the girl looked at his face for a moment and controlling her laughter, she said, “grow up, girl!!”This post is a part of Write Over the Weekend, an initiative for Indian Bloggers by BlogAdda

14 comments :

  1. Wow..awesome!Very well written yaar..!Kudos!

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    1. finally!!! apke muh se tarif k shabd nikle mere liye!!! thnk u thnk u :D

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  2. nice, poignant and apt for the current generation

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  3. awesome n cute...do add more 2 ths story

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  4. Eloquent piece of writing dude! Loved it.. The 1st half of the writing reminded me of my story ! I wish my story had a similar ending ! ^_^

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    1. :) :) thnx dude :) n u l hv a betr stry!! :P

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