Tuesday, 17 April 2012

If only....


She was getting late for office. “Where the hell is Sruthi?”, she gnarled to herself. She was at the metro station, waiting for her friend. She had a meeting in fifteen minutes and though their office is only 5 minutes from the station, traffic might slow them down. She inwardly cursed Sruthi for having boarded a different compartment. The platform was really crowded and there was no way she could find Sruthi from the stream of faces. She stood there, restless, when she heard someone shouting her name from behind. She turned around. She didn’t recognise him at first. He was on the other side of the platform waving frantically at her. Slowly, realisation dawned on her.

She could never forget that face, or the first time she saw it. It was back in Kerala during one of her college vacations. It was one of those magical days. When the world smelled of fresh blooms. When the earth was damp from the morning dew. There was love in the air. She had come out for a walk, to enjoy the good weather, when she saw him across the field. He was chewing on a sugarcane stump, or what was left of it. He looked like a model just out of the ramp in a maroon kurta and blue jeans. She stood there, transfixed, gazing at him across the field. And then he turned in her direction and saw her. His expression changed from weary to curious to interested in 3 seconds. He must have been really bored. He smiled at her. She smiled hesitantly. He started walking towards her. She was not sure if she should walk to him too. By the time she decided to, he had already crossed the distance between them. She noticed that he is pretty tall. And he looked even more handsome up close.

            He told her that his name is Sachin and he is from Pune and he has come to Kerala to visit his college mate, Arun from NIT Nagpur who happened to be her neighbour. She instantly regretted not having spent more time with her geeky neighbour. Who would have thought the nerd would bring this hunk into her life. She also regretted not having studied well enough to get into NIT. All this between staring open mouthed at him and secretly imagining how cute their kids would be.

            The following few days were easily the best ever in her life. It was surprising even to her that she could connect with him so well, even though they had nothing much in common. They talked, roamed around, talked, flirted, talked more and then talked some more. They became buddies in a really short time, which was not like her at all. She should have taken a hint from that. But she was too busy thanking her neighbour over and over in her mind for bringing Sachin into her life.

            After a rather short week and a lot of talking, it was time for him to leave. Somehow, she had a feeling that they would meet again soon. Maybe that is why she wasn’t as upset as he was. She went with Arun to drop him at the airport. They exchanged phone numbers and email ids and promised that they would keep in touch. And he left.

            He called her every day after that. They talked for hours on the phone. They talked about anything and everything. She was starting to like him more and more. Their casual friendship gradually turned into something more. She felt comfortable talking to him. Even the things she dared not talk to anyone else. But she couldn’t figure out what it really was between them.        

And then one day he jokingly said that they were practically a couple, telling each other everything. She couldn’t sleep that night. She kept thinking about what he had said. She realized that she was starting to fall in love with him, but she knew that she wouldn’t act on her feelings. But she was not so sure if she could control herself if she knew that he loved her too.

            By morning, she knew. But she was not yet ready to accept it. First of all, she wasn’t sure if he felt the same way about her. Secondly, her parents would never approve, even if it worked out. She had two choices. Either go ahead and talk to him about her feelings and see how he felt and then talk to her parents and try to convince them, if he felt the same way. But convincing her parents would be a hard task, what with him being northie and all. Or she could just forget the whole thing and avoid herself or others getting hurt. Being the practical girl that she was, she chose the second option.

            The days that followed were the most difficult. She tried to act normal. She kept their talks to formal ones. He kept asking her what is wrong. But after a while, he gave up. She felt that she should stop talking to him, or she will get hurt eventually. So, slowly, she reduced the frequency of the calls and subsequently stopped talking to him. It took all her restraint to control herself from calling him and telling him about her feelings.

            They say there are no wounds that time cannot heal.


She finished her college, and joined a company in Bangalore. She met new people, formed new friendships. She got busy with work and forgot all about Sachin.

            She was now standing in front of him, speechless. She was seeing him after so long. Almost 6 years. That week in Kerala flashed in front of her. He hadn’t changed much. He looked more handsome if that was possible. He had a wide grin on him.

4 hours later

She was sitting across from him in the restaurant wondering what to say to him. He had suggested that they meet up for lunch. She wished she had refused. How was she supposed to behave? Even though they had spent only a little time together, they had shared a lot. But that was long back. It has been 6 years since then. That awkwardness was evident in their conversation. She found out that he has been working in Bangalore for the past one year. He had tried to call her sometime, but obviously, her old number is no longer available. And she hadn’t given him her new number.

            The conversation soon turned to serious subjects. She asked him about his personal life which she regretted instantly. His smile disappeared. He looked into her eyes. The smile returned, but it didn’t reach his eyes. He joked that he hadn’t found anyone like her. She laughed, but she knew that he was not fooled by it for one second. He asked her about her life, and she lied. She said she got married soon after college and her husband is also working in Bangalore. Disappointment was evident on his face. She didn’t know what to say after that. He seemed out of words too. She stood up, making some excuse about having to go back to work. She told him to come home some time to meet her family. He promised he will. But both of them knew they were never going to see each other again.  

            He walked with her back to her office. They said goodbye at the gate and she walked in. Once inside, she turned and looked out through the glass. She watched him walk away. She knew she had done the right thing. But she wished things were different. She wished she had expressed her love for him back when she could. She wished she had told her parents about him and at least tried to convince them instead of just agreeing to marry the guy they had found for her. Well, if she were wishing for stuff, she would wish her husband hadn’t died in that accident and left her alone with her 2 year old daughter. Sachin would be better off without having to deal with her past. It wouldn’t be fair to him if she dragged him into her misery. But she couldn’t stop herself from wishing, if only things were different... if only she had been a little reckless in her past... if only... 


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Monday, 9 April 2012

Another Letter to God


Dear God,
           
I know it has been a while since my last letter. Last time, when I wrote to you, I felt so much better that I had resolved to keep writing to you, to sort my messed up thoughts if not for anything else. And I did try to keep that word. I did try to write whenever it felt like my head was going to explode. But after a sentence or two, I would throw it in the trash. There was nothing to write. Somehow this hurt me. The fact that I have been reduced to a stage where I do not have any hope left in life… And to think that I let someone do this to me…
           
What is even more depressing is that no one knows. Even the people who I see every day and talk to, do not look past the facade. Even my close friends may think that I am happy. No one really knows the strain behind each smile; the heart ache behind each laugh; the pain I go through every time someone makes a random comment which brings about a flash of memories of him. I feel alone in this world. And for that, I have no one to blame but me.
           
I want to move on. I know that I can. I know that I should. But I am scared. I am not yet ready to bring someone else into my life in his place. I do have this big hole in my life where he used to be. I know that I can be happy if I let myself be. But I don’t seem to want to give up my memories either. I am confused, God. I don’t know what to do.

And is it even right to move on so fast? I see all my friends in a happy relationship and I am jealous. I want that happiness. I want that feeling of being loved. I have been in pain for more than 2 years now. Don’t I deserve some happiness? Somehow when such thoughts cross my mind, I feel guilty. As if I am cheating on him. But he was the one who left. He was the one who gave up on us. Why am I still concerned about him? Why am I even worried how he is? I shouldn’t even care, right? I wish life was simpler.

Why is life so unfair, God?