My ring tone dragged me out of sleep.
Squinting, I try to see past the burning brightness of my phone.
As my tired brain tried to make out the ten digits, I was mentally cursing the person who'd call me this late at night.
"Hello," I said, rubbing my eyes.
"Hey, did I wake you?" asked a husky voice. I immediately jolted up, not because of its deep tone, but because I knew it all too well.
It was the voice with whom I'd spent hours on the phone.
It was her voice.
"I know it's late. But are you free?" she asked.
"Uh..uh.. yeah sure," I stammered.
It had been months since we'd spoken.
Apparently, exes can't be friends.
"I am aware it's been long, but I need to talk to you," she said.
Those words immediately brought a smile to my face.
Had she been thinking about me?
The butterflies came back to life in my stomach.
"I know it's selfish of me to talk to you about this, but I didn't know who else to go."
I was confused now.
What is she talking?
"There's this boy."
My heart sunk.
"He's so different. Really different. He makes me want to be a better person. He's so strong, I mean after everything he's been through he's still so happy. He inspires me..."
Her excited voice continued speaking, but I couldn't hear anymore. It's like my brain stopped trying to understand what she was saying.
My throat went dry, and my vision started to go blur.
"You there?" she asked, just now noticing that I hadn't said anything in a while.
"Yeah," I replied, struggling to hide my shaky voice.
She continued, and it hurt knowing that she didn't realize that I was crying.
I couldn't help but wonder what I'd done wrong. Why couldn't I be that boy for her?
Why had I failed to make her feel this way?
My eyes were stinging now.
And suddenly it hit me.
Just because she was the love of my life, doesn't mean I was her.
And even if that breaks my heart, it was the truth.
She deserved to be as happy as she made me feel.
So I wipe my tears and continue listening to her.
With a heavy heart, but a smile on my face, I wish for a happy ending this time, even if the love story wasn't mine.
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...
Umm. What to say i don't know. I don't know whose story of it. Regard it many of us who faced it. Whatever, love it heartily.
ReplyDeleteFor once it made me feel, you will give it a happy ending.... but Yash is Yash ;)
ReplyDeleteHolding on to emotions is what a writer does at his best, like you!!!