Second hand of the
clock ticked so slow that I started to count each second of it. I felt like
whirling the minute hand so that the hour hand moves a step further terminating
my longing to see him. But who is going to set the sun and raise it again to
begin the new day?
I sat back on my
seat watching the hands change its position. I remembered how Bella might have
waited for her Edward for months sitting near the window pane. I do not compare
my feelings to those of hers but my pain is a quarter of what she must have
felt. When the night came, I couldn’t even sleep. My heart sank, but no tears
came out of my dim eyes. I plugged in the earphones and played all the sad
songs I had; they weren’t of any help.
The next morning,
mirror exposed the dark circles below my thoughtful eyes. I got ready and
hopped on the snail speed bus. I started to read our previous conversation
again, for the time to pass quickly. I rotated my eyeballs to see him as I got
down the bus. Standing outside could make people think in other way so I headed
to my class. All the lectures went smoothly above my head, though I tried hard
to concentrate on the words.
Resting on one of
the benches outside, I stared at the bikes plate number. I saw him coming from
a distance. My heart started pounding hardly. My eyes seemed melting, gaining
his sight. I reached out to my cell phone from one of the pockets of my bag and
waited for his text to be received. He kept his cell, back into his pocket. The
moment I saw no text received, I restarted my phone thinking the network might
have dropped. The sight of him moving away hurt me but still I smiled thinking
at least I got a chance to see him after that long day.
Before I said
goodnight to my books I operated my cell for the last time. I saw a
notification on my status bar. It had the mark where once he used to text in.
My eyes started to blur and felt like the heart was in my mouth, ready to pop
out as I strolled down. To my dismay, it wasn’t him. I read the name again and
again and then touched my fingers on it. A conversation appeared as the sensor
felt my touch which had no previous text but just a ’hi’ … I went back and
opened his conversation and found no new texts. I sat still for a moment or two
and calmed myself thinking that he will never text me. Anyway, I replied back
’hi’ to Bhautik.
Bhautik: How are
you?
I was in no mood to
text him or anyone but still I replied.
Me$hal: I am fine…
What about you?
Bhautik: same here.
I did not reply but
the notification popped again. I said to myself that this time I’m not going to
reply, but his text left me stunned.
Bhautik: Did you
write any new story?
My mind went blank
and I went to my profile which was updated two months ago. I had nothing to
say, other than an excuse.
Me$hal: Had a lot
of assignments and so forgot about it. Sorry.
Bhautik: Hope you
write soon. Will be waiting J
Me$hal: Thanks a
lot J
Bhautik: You’re
welcome.
He did not text any
further but left me in a confused state. I kept thinking the whole night, how
easily I have forgotten my passion running behind the one who never actually
cared. Time wanted us to meet for some reason. And the reason seems to be fading.
Nevertheless, Life has many more things to offer than just a person.
Dedicated to all of
them who unknowingly bought out passion of people or made them remember their
passion. Thank you :)
