A Story.....
A boy missed one of his best friends from school. They haven’t met since college began. The boy missed her too much and felt compelled to call her that day. Instinct(?). The phone rang and she picked it after a few rings. How happy the boy felt at that moment? The boy could say she was pleased with his call too from her too obviously excited voice. General conversations took place for a few minutes. The boy was listening to her intently. She stopped at one point. Both of them spoke silently with no words. Moments later, the boy asked her, “What’s wrong, sis?”
“Yeah, we’ll talk about it. Can we meet someday?” The boy always made time for his close friends almost most of the time and this wasn’t an exception. They planned to meet at another one of their friends’ home the same weekend. The boy picked her up and they walked together to the friends’ home. She didn’t talk about what they were supposed to talk about in that specific meeting. They reached the place. This girl, the friends’ home they are meeting, was a close friend to both the bro and the sis. (For others, they’re friends but what they felt between them was kinship). They talked all about what friends talk when they meet after a long time. Not a word about the problem. After a couple hours, they started and the boy walked her back to her home. Now she started.
“He’s becoming a problem, bro.” She was referring to her EX. He broke up with her during the last year of high school because he wanted to flirt with another girl of the same class and also a close friend of her. That girl was just socializing and after high school, she shifted to some other district for higher studies. (Both girls don’t talk to each other anymore.) Chapter closed.
Two years into college, he started talking to this girl, again. She was well over him, thanks to the guy who gave her love at his best, if not perfect but she felt a responsibility to make sure he did good in his studies (he wasn’t even at his average) because of the oath she took to herself when his mother died 4 years ago. He was trying to make up with her again; in the worst way. He tried his charm over her. When it didn’t quite work out as he expected, aggressive moves kicked in.
Quoting the memories of the past, questioning her current love, forcing her to talk to him and share everything with him. Like this is not enough, he tagged with one of his friends and tripled his efforts. Pestering her to call him whenever she has to go out, so that he could go with her instead of the guy. The attacks turned pivotal when he started to insult her and her love with sly wit.
“Is it because of money or his charm or something else?” She sounded stumped when she quoted this question.
She had asked him about the affair he had with her close friend during school. “That was just a passing cloud.” (Seriously?! Yes, he said that.) She has gone suicidal one day and even tried to hang herself, when her mom wasn’t home. Something has stopped her; the boy didn’t want to know what was it but was just happy & felt relieved that it stopped her.
“Don’t answer him or his friend if they ask you questions anymore. Question them back. Like, ‘Why should I tell you?’, ‘Who are you to ask that?’ etc., I know him very well. He’s too proud. He’ll never take it for long but promise me never to think negatively.” The boy said confidently & she promised. The boy called her exactly after a week. Her voice had turned to the childish shrill it always was.
“Thank you so much, bro. You’re a genius. It’s working & I’m enjoying myself in doing so.”
