Skip to main content

Been you, Always..!!!

I am one of them, in almost every aspect.

Just that when it comes to love, I'm a little different from my friends.

It's surprising how love is found, made and how all these emotions are expressed, all over texts.

All I have done is write letters, some 10 of them, and kept them with me.
(Even my best doesn't know.)

Every morning in a hall filled with closed eyes, I keep mine open, to look at you, peacefully.

Don't even ask me about the number of times I stroll, near the stairs, in that corridor, or near the field, hoping to see you.

Just once, maybe.

I can never understand how without even thinking about it, they randomly mention each other on social media.

I don't remember the number of times I have typed your name, long pressed the backspace key, afraid, overthinking, before tagging you.

You know, they meet almost every day, click tons of pictures too, in uncountable poses.
The occasions we meet are a few birthday parties.

And pictures? I have just a group photograph.!!

I will cherish them, always.

Remember, one day my eyes met yours for a mere 3 seconds, and I received a half smile?

That day, I got my share of affection.

All I did was the whole time, write your name behind my rough notebook in many styles of calligraphy.

My best friend, after a lot of struggling convinced me that maybe I should update myself.

But the boy (fixed by her) was a lovely person.

We spent an hour together.

Unlike what we were supposed to do, I ended up narrating him about you, while he listened carefully.

What's strange is that they can ask for hook-ups, while me? I can't even gather the courage and tell you; it has always been you.

#Yashiism #shortstory 

Comments

  1. Wow..I must say the girl is very lucky. Very amazingly you have represented your affection for her. After reading this many people will get goosebumps by memorising their own beautiful memories. šŸ˜‰

    ReplyDelete

Post a Comment

Add your thoughts here...

Popular posts from this blog

What do you do when your best friend is crying?

What do you do when your best friend is crying? There are a few persons whom you never wish to see with tears in their eyes. I attended college as usual. It was a regular Saturday afternoon; the cultural activities were in full swing. More deafening cheers accompanied loud music from the auditorium. I kept calling her from half an hour; she did not answer. She was nowhere to be seen too. I inquired few of our mutual friends if they had seen her around. "She is always with you," said one. "Heard you guys fought," giggled another. "What rubbish ya! They're best friends, they wouldn't have fought," argued a third. I smiled and left the place, still searching. There she was sitting in a corner, engaged busily on her phone. This pissed me off. I walked up to her and said, "Answer your phone." She looked up; her eyes were teary and red. "You crying?" I asked in disbelief. "No," she said. Her voice was thick. "Is it beca...

To Baburao Ganpatrao Apte

To Baburao Ganpatrao Apte, There's something about you that left an indelible laughter in my mind ever since the first time I saw you on screen. Wait, do you understand you are no comedian or joker. You are an alcoholic, debt stricken bloke always swaying to and fro between Raju's cunning mind and Shyam's righteous attitude. You affirmed your seniority everywhere but you never made any sense to me or anyone out there. Tenants need to pay their rent. You get it right? On my off days, when I see your unadulterated smile it bewilders me - I mean how can this man live with such conviction and ease. What about his isolated life? His debts? These questions linger on my mind. It's not okay to be unambitious and surrender to your fate but when life doesn't give you 'Star Fisheries', you can always show some content in your dilapidated 'Star Garage'. Your innocent gullibility, incorruptibility and rustic lunacy bought chuckles. Well, you need to learn that Sh...

Tea for Two!

 I pour water in the bright red pot, gleaming on the outside, a bit rusty on the inside. Red was always your color. Your wardrobe was literally fifty shades of it. The familiarity and warmth of the color red make me smile as I bring it to boil. ā€œLook for angry water bubbles,ā€ you used to say when you were teaching me how to make tea instead of stacking my kitchen counter with instant coffee sachets. I take out the twin tin containers marked ā€œsugarā€ & ā€œteaā€ off the cabinet and carefully put them in, systematically counting the number of teaspoons and measuring the amount in each. ā€œI prefer coffee,ā€ I used to whine but would still let you hold my hand as we put in the sugar, not too much, not too less, surprisingly always the right amount. Then in went the tea leaves, a bit less than I'd like, I always had a taste for intense flavors. But I rarely complained for I knew how much you valued your perfect, daily cup of tea. I then pour in the milk, thinking how I'd never been abl...