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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