Saturday, 21 June 2014

Chapter 26: Glides and Bumps... yet again



I had just played the other side of the cassette. Yet I was hoping for the same music… the same story. But could that be?
It had been a few days now that I had my love back in my life, and slowly, steadily, things had started to settle back to normal. And they were anything but normal.
When two people are in love, nothing can be a hindrance.
••
A new day, a new beginning. With nothing to make me weak any more, I walked out of the doors of my house, to meet the only girl who could.
New shades and a crisp brand new shirt paired with blue jeans, I was all ready to go on the second ‘first date’ with Lia.
“Okay, so where are we headed to?” Lia asked, seeming as excited as I was.
“It’s always been you who decided that.” I said, with a smile that came up just by looking at her face.
I wanted to get past the horror that my days had been up until recently, and I had succeeded. All I could still see was her beauty.
‘Okay now, I had a chance to be with an amazing girl and I blew it the first time. This time, I can’t screw it up’ I started living, reminding myself the same thing over and over. My priorities were clearer.
“Well, there’s this new place I’ve heard of. Let’s go there.” Lia said with a smile.
“Sure” I replied, still smiling.
Well the smile was due to Lia, but undoubtedly due to the weed as well. And she didn’t need to know about that.
She hated smokers, and now I was one. She had everything but the rights to tell me what’s right and what’s wrong now.
Something told me she still had more than what she should have gotten.
But she was past the hatred, and I never did anything less than loving her with all my heart. And we were giving this a real shot this time.
“You ride.” She said, handing me the keys of her bike.
“No, you do it.” I said, and with a smile she understood why I told her to do that.
We were getting together, not getting back at each other this time. She doesn’t like sitting behind, she won’t. It was that simple.
Reaching our destination, we made our way to the closest cafeteria. Surrounded by glass walls cutting all the blatant and ugly traffic noise, with sunlight falling right on our table, we sat in just the right place to do the talk.
Hungry for love, hungrier for food, I made sure my getting food from the counter was as swift as possible.
And it was. Except when I came back, there she was, with her laptop in front of her.
“You know, I thought we could talk.” I said.
“I know, but I really need to finish this presentation Suraj… give me a minute.”
Isn’t that the husband after the marriage? Busy all the time with a nagging wife?
“It’s okay. Finish it.” I said, not wanting to be that same nagging wife.
Soon enough she was done, as she said, “Tell me now, I am all yours.”
The day went great. It had been long now since I learnt that expectations are the villainous buds that make any relation crack and grow apart. That too was a reason of this being a great day.
It hadn’t been long since we were back, and it happened.

“I don’t think it’ll work out. I want to breakup.” Lia said, after the first quarrel.
“You want to breakup after a quarrel? We glided through the worst fights. Don’t worry baby. We’ll make it through. I have faith in us.” I said with an unshakable faith.
A few days that followed were not too different. Her saying she wanted to breakup, and I telling her that no matter what happens I’d stay by her side had now happened thrice in just a fortnight.
But I knew she loved me. Once when I did agree to breakup, she was in tears. She didn’t want to breakup and I knew it.
Soon after, she confessed that she had kissed Rohit once… “Just once when I met him near his college” She said.
But that could barely hurt. Her actions, to me were justified.
And we were yet again back on the right track.
••
After a long day at college, followed by hours of texting and talking to Lia, time spent today seemed fruitful.
The day had left me exhausted, and in a matter of minutes of reaching home, I was blinking already.
My nap was broken by something that confused me into thinking this was a dream.
My cell displayed a number that had given me nightmares. I didn’t have to save it to remember it.

It was Rohit’s call.

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