I see him often staring at me aimlessly. I really have no idea if he stares at me with charm or disgust!
I am afraid of counter interrogating him directly.
But my friends told me he still wants to talk to me.
Few others told he still hates me.
I did nothing to owe his hatred.
Or may be I did a lot of nuisance which he could not tolerate.
It could have been a beautiful friendship between us.
Alas! We are die-hard enemies now.
I feel like shitting at his face. I don't know if he is worth my hatred.
It started with just an asking name to late night talks.
It started with giggling on a joke together to dancing at the fresher's stage in college.
He still owns the same girl friend and I own my boy friend.
Where did it mess up then?
We still could be best of friends as I addressed him and wished he remained the same.
But everything abruptly ran out of place solely due to some misunderstanding creators.
I hate them too.
But I knew the truth and never denied. He should have done the same.
He kept boasting out the secrets between us to other non-sensible persons and disturbed my mental peace.
A clapping sound is never produced unless two hands merge with force!
It happened the same way between me and him.
Somehow we forgot where our intimacy boundaries should end.
It never would have moulded into such an uneasy disaster.
I often precipitate seeing him in the same classroom bench.
We have no group photograph together.
I don't regret the times I thought am lucky to have him.
But the torturous bet between us of who-comes-to-talk-first is unhealthy and wretch.
I insulted him cause I came to know he calls me 'names' at my back.
I instantly forgot the tiny names he called me with when we were 24*7 buddies and how much I loved those names; the name!
Envious of us were many people.
Envious of me is he now.
His name gives me nightmares!
My colleagues have yet not stopped giggling and calling me names at the site of him and me together somewhere by fate's disgrace!
I don't know when this phase of my life will end.
I wish it ends soon.
Not that I am dying to talk to him but I wish this foulness to end.
I want everything to become normal and fall back to place.
I have always wished him to be happy with his girl.
Fighting with me at the site of my happiness with my man was insane.
Phew! There is still a lot in the depth of my heart to share.
I am afraid. I can't share all.
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