Friends, for the first time I have tried to pen a short story instead of a poem. Do give your comments if you liked it or not. Or even if you see areas and scopes for improvement, do mail me or comment below. Hope you all read it till the end.
She came close to me and said, “It’s over,
dear.” Tears rolled out of my eyes as I sat on my bike and looked her face. I
kept on thinking about all my efforts that went in vain. I kept on thinking
about all my love that ended nowhere. I wiped my tears and again looked at her;
observing her eyes that once twinkled hearing my name; those lips which had
made me feel my first kiss; those long black hairs which I always played with;
those cheeks which have felt million touches from my fingers and lips. How
could she forget all that? How could anybody wipe out all these memories? I
looked down to the earth and up to the sky, and I felt as if my life is over
right here right now.
Breaking my thoughts, Natasha suddenly touched
my hands and asked “Vivek, are you fine?” Startled by the touch, I came back to
senses. “Yes, I am” I murmured slowly. “No, you are not. Don’t lie to me. Baby,
I love you more than anything and I need you to be available right now. Say me
and clear your head darling. What’s going on in your mind?” Her voice had
raised because of her unconditional affection for me. She wanted to know why
her Romeo is behaving like a Devdas.
I know Natasha. No one can love me more than
her. Don’t I love her? Yes, I do. I love her a lot. But, I don’t know why the
tale of that night still haunts me. Why my brain goes into a shock when I think
of that deadly night which ended in a horror? Why my evil side overpowered my
love for a moment which destroyed and devastated everything? Has anger got so
much energy that love can easily be defeated? Why couldn’t I accept that situations
make people take few decisions which even they don’t like to take? Why couldn’t
I not accept that all people are not same in the world? Why didn’t I think for
a second about the consequences of my action? And if she didn’t love me, why didn’t
she complain against me? My heart started etching in pain for the mistake I did
long ago. She did forgive me but I couldn’t. Before, I could sink in more
thoughts, Natasha’s voice broke my chain of thoughts.
“Hey Vivek, message from Shreya. Your college
friend. She’s coming today for lunch. And why are you not seeing whatsapp? You know
she’s so pretty and good. Sometimes I think that bike rider should rot in hell
who collided with her scooty and rammed through one of her legs. But alas, we never know God’s plans. One
accident and she couldn’t walk again. But you will see, the person who did that
will regret one day for his karma”, Natasha entered my room with a cup of
coffee. How could I ever say her that Shreya was my first love and that bike
rider was me? How could I even say that it was not an accident; rather a
momentary action from anger? But yes, Natasha was right. The person who did
this can never live in peace.
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