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Saturday, October 13, 2012

Just Another Nightmare





I see everyone around me, talking to each other, laughing at the top of their voices, screaming madness around, but today I’m not feeling a thing but pain. I feel my heart is weighing me down today. Tears wouldn’t stop coming. It’s as if they have their unending supply. I feel weak. I can’t feel my legs; maybe I should sit down before I hurt myself. But then again, who cares if I get hurt! My family? Well, they aren’t here right now. My friends? Well, I don’t let them see through me, so they have no idea what I’m going through right now. 

I think I’m gonna sit in the balcony. Maybe I will find solace staring at the sky.

The sky seems as empty as me, without the twinkling stars, blinded by its own pain and hollow. I see her face. She looks amazing, and with the sun behind her, she looks like a Goddess. God, my eyes hurt.

Am I turning crazy? What is that keeps taking me back to her every time I try to stay away?

Friday, October 12, 2012

When she cried.




Just like any other day, I logged into Facebook. Just like every time, I scanned through my news feed; a few likes here, a few comments there and I was almost done for the day. Nothing out the ordinary, right? Well, who knew something was waiting to happen; something big.

Before logging out I did one last refresh of my Facebook news feed. ‘Neha Sharma’, an update read. Neha had just used some Facebook app, and a pic as result of using the app came up as a part of her update. The pic read, “The friend who made you most happy is”. The pic had a picture of Neha and – quite obviously – Deb in it with some number of chats in thousands.

The envious part of me roused. I wished I hadn’t seen that pic. Why would I be happy seeing that pic anyway? It should have been my name on that pic. It was me who made sure she was happy every time, not that asshole!

A friend of hers commented on that very Facebook app update of hers.
“Your life must be heavenly”, the comment read, and quite obviously the girl who had commented on that picture knew about Deb.
As a reply to that comment of hers, Neha commented, “Wish that were true. My life is far from being heavenly. ”

Sunday, June 24, 2012

When it rained, it rained love!



Summer holidays were going really slow, and sluggishly my boredom had started creeping up on me. My 7 days trip to Delhi had gotten my CAD classes postponed by almost month; I had to join in with the next batch.

Besides, there was this other thing that was eating me up. I had no one else to tag along to the classes with. I hated going somewhere alone, and my classes, supposedly, were to last for more than a month.

My friends already were done with this course in the month long winter holidays we had last year, when I preferred being swathed inside a blanket over the stupid classes. Only if I knew then what was stupid, the classes or I!
It was then when I recalled Neha was of the same branch as I and yeah, she might as well need to do with such a course anytime ahead.

But the questions really were, ‘was it really a good idea to ask her to join me?’, ‘what if my feelings for her start heating up again?’

I ditched those doubts from my mind, and persuaded myself in having much control over myself when my feelings are concerned. I dubbed that no such would happen and asking her to join me wouldn’t be much of a big deal.
So I thought of asking her if she wanted to join me for a summer course.

“Hey, hw abt joining with me for CAD classes this mnth? My frnds hav alrdy cmpletd the course nd I need to do it dis tym. I figurd since u might need to do da same course as well, it would be gud if I askd u to join me. Mrovr, the reasn I’m askng u is bcoz I need cmpny.” I texted her.

“U r mean, u knw dat? U jst remember me wenevr u need cmpny. And yes, I was thnkng of joining a course fr dat mattr. Tel me da details. Wenz the class strtng, course fees and all?” she replied.

“Classes r commncng frm june 11th. Fees r smwhr arnd 3K. Classes wuld be @ 5 in da evng. Wat say? Join me na. I don’t wanna go classes alone.”
“Haha… lemme thnk abt it.
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sure y nt, but I hv to ask my mom thugh I knw she would ask me to. :D” her reply put an instant smile on my face. I had company for what might turn out to be a boring course.


~ Just another day of my CAD classes. ~


As usual, I waited for Neha before going inside our classroom. That one time, when she was the one waiting for me, was the first and last for her; and to keep it that way I had to reach 15 minutes well before my class timings. But I didn’t mind waiting for her, as for each day I could see her come through that gate. It was nothing like I had started developing feelings for her again. I had already planned to stick to the non-emotion vampire brat I had promised to be, to Govind.

She wore a white salwar and kameez that day. With her open hair, small little platinum ear-rings, thin lining of mascara (as she preferred it that way), light red lip-gloss and a simple gold locket around her neckline; she looked ravishing. I shook my head to divert it from the detailing it had just managed to notice.