Microtale- Chapter 3

 

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Chapter-3

I started to introduce her to my friend circle. Just two months before, everything just changed. I was very sure,

"Once we found the person we love, then our attraction towards him/her gets over soon. Every person is eager to love more and in a different way. Have heard that nothing is fixed in this dynamic world and in short span of our relationship it did prove true.  A couple of  weeks back she realized that her first impression for her peer circle was somewhat misleading and  there were many good people in her college. That’s what I explained her in first place but that time her though process was running on a different line, she wasn’t ready to believe me. For her my presence was sufficient to fulfil the world she wanted to live and dream in. Me getting busy with my work and studies was not new but she getting busy with her new buddies was the new-normal. I changed my priorities, my point of view for her. Strange, but now I was sharing “our personal time” with her new friends, her time which  initially was only mine is now in the public domain. This is very common in every relationship. I knew it. It’s okay, I was a very practical person, so I did understand. But slowly, my nightmares started to come to real life. She stopped picking up my call. She stopped replying to my messages. In simple, with time, I started feeling that she actually started loosing my charm and had stopped loving me. But she used to say that it’s only a phase, and me being silly just use to console myself believing her word to word. I know she was not wrong, if she finds new people attractive, more entertaining, what’s her mistake. She was not doing anything purposely, but it was hurting me very much. I knew she was trying her best to find time for me from her tight schedule, but I realized that she was not trying because she wanted to talk but instead, she was trying because she didn’t wanted to feel guilty. She never said anything straight but her dishearten talks, lack of attention and frequent mood swings did made a rough map of her thought process in front of me. Her conscience was telling her that she was doing wrong with me. Some days ago, she said, “You were busy in the past, now I am busy, so what’s the big deal?” She was correct, I was busy initially but I could not just take her words this straight. My brain tried being practical every moment but somewhere in the corner of my heart I knew that she enjoyed more with her new friends than me. And, no matter what I want, I can’t change it. The day before yesterday, I tried to rectify the situation and started by calling her. I was talking to her the whole night, just like days when we were best friends and after a huge stretch, we did spent quality time. She felt the same love for me and it was more than soothing at that moment. 

Every night ends to bring a bright day but the next morning did not appear any nearby to me. The next morning, when she reached her life, her college, she continued her usual behavior. She melted for me only for that particular moment, but soon she figured out what her heart wants. Obviously, everybody likes to hang out with college friends, movie night with girls , night outs etc. I don’t have a problem with her new friends. What was making me furious was her changing feelings. From the very first day I knew that someday this would happen, this is reality and practicality. Its not that we are unaware of this hard truth but yet each heart wants to fall for someone special, risk its own stability just for seeing the other person happy and smiling."

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I interrupted,

"Hey Sagar, Is there any new guy in her new friends?" 

Sagar, "Does it matter? Jealousy is a temporary feeling; it might give reactions, but not affections. Our love was real and pure. She loves me the same way, crazily and unconditionally. Currently, its not the person is wrong, it's the time. "

I asked the last question,  " Why didn’t you shared your hurt feelings with her? May be communicating will helps you to sort out with her? "

Sagar replied,  "Because today when I met her, everything seems the same except the bond that we had. Initially we use to understand each other’s silence but today even words cant help to comprehend other person’s perspective. I found a very different individual in her, surely she was not my girl. The everlasting smile on her face was lost in the midst and I could see her eyes in huge burden of her own emotions, like a dynamite ready to explode with a single spark. I know she is already confused about her feelings. It is not an  assumption, I knew this already. The last time when we ended up into an useless fight, she did confessed herself. God knows whether it was her anger speaking or her emotions, but the truth is that she doesn’t feel the same way for me anymore. She loved me, but she is feeling guilty as her heart says that it wasn’t love. Her new friends made her happy and did diverted her towards what I always intended to. She seems to be more practical now as compare to the girl I met first. Only the problem is, time has changed me as well. I am happy and contend that she became practical, but simultaneously am sad that I have reached the stage where I’m sobbing and waiting desperately for her time. I had no clue what was haunting me deep inside more, her memories or the happy person I used to be. I didn’t share because she seems to be happy and less guilty because she ended properly though it was not my way of ending. Itni mushkil se to yeh understanding yeh practicality uske andar ayi hai, kaise khud ko weak bana deta uske samne? No, not at all. I will cry for a day or two and will become old Sagar, strict and workaholic type. Nobody fights for their love in the current generation, and here she needs to fight with herself. That’s impossible. Moving On is the correct option here. "  

This way Sagar completed his story and his tears were already dried up. We both stood up and was about to leave.

I hugged Sagar. 

Sagar waved bye to me and said in a confident voice, like a practical guy,

"Its not her fault and neither its mine. But it’s time for us to go on our life paths, individually."

 

 

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Microtale- Chapter 2

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Chapter-2

He said, "My Name is Sagar, and her name is Nancy."

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Sagar said, "I met her a year ago, in this café only. The current situation is the replica of that same day. The only difference is tears were in her eyes and not mine. In her pain, I passed her the  bottle of water and asked with my affection the reason for her sadness."

Nancy replied in a passive voice, "Nobody loves me. I don't have any friends in this new city, and my parents want me to study outside my home town because they feel I am too weak and naive, and according to them the only way I can become strong is by living away from them. But the fact is, I feel lonely and empty. I am suffering from homesickness. I feel depressed. And those hostel girls always judge me. Today they were talking about me, but they didn't realize that I was behind them,listening to their snide comments. I felt awful and angry, but I was helpless and unable to do anything. They think I am selfish. Just a few days before we went on an outing. They wanted to visit the fashion street but I wanted to visit the historical monuments. Since I had no intention for shopping I booked a cab and headed to my site of choice. Later in late evening when we gathered back for dinner, I heard them whispering. Guess what, they tagged me as a selfish girl. Seriously? How can they assume so! "

Sagar, "It's okay, na! Why are you reacting to such a pity thing? Itni si baat k liye koi rota hai kya? And yes, your parents are right. Be practical, Be strong."

She replied with an angry and a disgusted look, "If you want to give a lecture like my mother, go away and then take your water bottle with you.I don’t want to talk to you too."

Sagar, "Okay Baba, I won't give you a lecture…Relax and please have water"

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In this way, our friendship started, and most of the time, I was her listener and her personal comforter. With time our bond strengthened, but I was a very practical person. I always gave priority to my studies, my work and was goal oriented since childhood. On the other side, Nancy was a very emotional person, pampered and easy going kind of person. She never took her life too seriously. Look at the beauty of nature, a way practical minded person was in ambience of an emotional soul.  She frequently started becoming irritated saying that I was busy but the reality was exactly opposite. The reason for her irritation was not my schedule but her living and  difficulty in adapting to the new city life. I told myself, "If I am a true friend, I need to help her through this transition phase". But I was afraid of the attachment. I always use to question myself, how can someone not fall for such an innocent and lovely person. Soon, I realized that she was really important to me than my fear. Breaking all my personal level barriers, I supported her, tried my best to be with her whenever time permitted. Sometimes I used to fail, but I knew how to make her happy. I was her teddy. I changed my priorities not because it was my friendly duty to help her but because I undoubtedly enjoyed her company. My heart wanted to be with her, all day, all night, in simple every moment. With each passing day it was becoming difficult for me to control my emotions and evenly one day it came out in front of her, and she loved it. Once she said, "Tum bi to meri Tarah emotional hi ho! I love you!" I knew, sometimes, unintentionally, such words come out of the mouth for the sweet moments, but she kept her words a little longer. Whenever I used to call her, she had so much excitement that most of the time, either she used to dance or fall down her bedsides to pick up my call as early as possible. She was mad for me. Initially, I thought her feelings were temporary, so I stopped myself a lot, but I couldn't resist myself when she proposed to me. It was a delightful surprise, and I was damn serious when I accepted her proposal. Her actions, her caring towards me, her love , everything made me fall for her every moment I see her. She was the best companion I could ever ask for me. 

 

I started to introduce her to my friend circle. Just two months before, everything just changed. I was very sure,

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Microtale- Chapter 1

 Chapter -1 

Once, my friend who was migrating to the US, had a flight to board from Mumbai the next day. So he traveled by train the night before. I went to meet him at the railway station. I was waiting for him in the café around 5 am. His train arrived at 5:30 am. It’s truly said; when u meet your friends time just flies. I was meeting him after a real long time so we had a lot to chat over, after all, friends’ opinion matters a lot. We were so indulged in chatting that we hardly noticed the crowd around and soon the bells signaled for the departure. We shared final goodbyes and I and moved out of the station, with slight tears in my eyes, rejoicing the meeting and smiling, and before I could realize anything I was standing in front of my home. As soon as I reached home, I realized that I forgot my cell phone somewhere. It was 7 am. I took my brother's phone, booked a cab for the railway station immediately, and tried calling on my number. Luckily, someone received it but no one was answering me. Instead, two people were talking with each other. I had no option other than to listen to their conversation and to figure out where possibly my phone could have been.

Girl, "Hey Fool, How are you?"

Boy, "I am absolutely fine. How are you?"

Girl, "You only say, how am I?"

Boy, "Different and Confident!"

Girl, "It's a good thing na! I am a practical person, now!"

Boy, "And also Busy person."

Girl, "Initially, you were also busy, a lot. I learned this from you only. You only taught me that being busy is a good thing."

Boy, "Ji."

Girl, "Listen, are we doing the right thing?"

Boy, "If you feel it's wrong, then we won't do it."

I felt they both are talking about sex. I was having weird ideas about where my phone might be.  I reached the platform and ran to the café. I saw my phone under the wallet of that girl, which her wallet might have picked up by mistake. I was about to go towards my phone, but at the same time I also wanted to listen to their conversation, so I stopped at some distance and kept my brother’s phone on my ears.

Girl, "Yes, I feel there is a lot of difference between relationship and practical life. We love each other but I think we don’t have any future together."

Boy, "Ji."

Girl, "Ok then, I am going. Bye, stay in touch."Boy, "Sure, Take care."

I reached the table as the girl stood up. They noticed the phone on the table but before they could react, I rushed to the table and showed my ownership by putting my hand over it. I said in a mild sincere tone, its mine, I happen to forget it in hurry. Both seem to be practical people as per their conversation and their dressing style. The girl went away, I was about to turn but my curiosity was high and I couldn’t resist asking the boy standing next to me,

"Hey, who was that girl, if you don't mind me asking?"

He looked at me. I was in formals as I was supposed to leave for office directly from the station. My outfit might have given him comfort and the impression that I am a reliable person. It looked like he was waiting for someone to ask that question.

Before I could say anything else he loosened his guards and got filled up in tears hopelessly. Tears were rolling down his cheeks like a waterfall. I was surprised, a minute ago, he seemed to be a very practical and robust person, and now he was sobbing like a baby. To comfort him, I bought a bottle of water for him and asked him to calm down.

He asked, "Do you want to hear my story? You are a stranger to me, so even if you judge me, it won't affect me at all."

I replied, "Sure, Go ahead. You can count on me; my friends use to say I am a good listener."

He said, "...

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