Just Another Story
g324703340, 7 января 2014 г., 2:32

It happens here in India. A guy finds a number of an unknown girl and starts flirting. Often the pair end up falling for each other! Insane? Well destiny brought me my story.

"Is it Rajesh bhaya(brother)? Please bhaya don't play a prank!", she replied to my sms.
"Who is Rajesh! Hahaha. I don't know such a person."
"Please please bhaya don't do that. I know it's you."
"Listen Madhu I am not your bhaya. I am Mahesh, and I am from Assam."

She was from Uttar Pradesh. How did I find her number? Ahem! That's another story. 

Sunday morning.
"Good morning friend."
A message popped up early in the morning from Madhu.
"Good morning Madhu, kesi ho(how are you)?", I replied.
"I am fine, and you?"
"Fine. What are you doing Madhu?"
"Still in bed. . ."
"Me too. . ."
"Uthoge nehi?", she asked.
"No I wanna sleep a lil more. . . feel lazy."
"Buri baat. Not good. I am going to make tea. . . BYE."
"I am coming. . ."
"HA HA. Ok. Bye."
"Bye."
We became friends. Nowhere around flirting. Just good friends. She was a wonderful girl. Modest, lovely and introvert, if I wasn't mistaken.

I felt a unique bond between us, the kind of one that I never felt before, but wait! Love? That was far from happening. Though it felt too good.
That summer, under the moonlit nights we spend hours messaging each other. 
"Chand ko dekho. Isn't it beautiful?", she would ask.
"Yes. The only thing we are looking at together!"
A strange satisfaction, a sensation would elate my mind. We would stare at the moon, me wondering why it never seemed so fantastic before!

"How much did you score in your HS(higher secondary)?", once she asked me. She knew, I was pursuing my B.Sc. degree.
"Sixty two percent" I replied , rather embarrassed. Why? She was a medical student, and she scored a ton in her first semister!
"Okay good.", she replied. I felt the sarcasm.
"What about you?"
"I scored eighty three."
I was pretty sure she would despise me but on the contrary, our relationship strengthened during the later days that came by. 

One night, she sent me a message leaving me awe-struck. It said,"ILU."
An abbreviation from an old Hindi Bollywood song.  She meant  I love you! Stupified, I asked her,"What does it mean Madhu?"
"I love you.", she replied, leaving me pale and sweating.
"What?"

She told me how she spent sleepless nights thinking of me. How she kept waiting for my sms. How she realised that she had fallen in love with me. Wow! I felt happiness and insanity altogether!

However inclined my mind may have been towards fantasy, in those days, but my conscience got the better and reality stood sturdy. Not possible, I said to myself, to fall in love in such a way! Without seeing, without hearing. Never! I rejected her that very night. Yes you heard it right. I did.

"Please Mahesh don't do this to me! Please. . .", she pleaded. 
"Come on Madhu, listen, let's remain good friends!"
"I can't Mahesh! I can't remain just friends. Not anymore!" Unortunately my decision persisted. She left messaging me. I wished her good night. No replies. . .

After an interval of three days she messaged me but wasn't her! It read,"Hi brother. This is Neha, Madhu's cousin sister. She is in hospital for last two days. She is refusing to eat or drink anything. She has told me everything."
"What! Are you kidding!", I replied.
"No bro. Please do something she's very ill.", she said.

Wasting no time I made my first call to my beloved friend, my heart pounding fast! She recieved it on my third try.

"Hello, hello Madhu. Is that you? Madhu?"
I was literally shaking. I could hear her breath. I knew she was there and crying!
"Ek phone ni kar sakte?", a timid voice replied at last. Mesmerised!
"I wanted to call you Madhu! Tell me how are you? Are you all right?"
"I am all right.", she said..
"I am so sorry Madhu. So sorry. . .",I said. My tears made me blind.

I felt fear that I never knew. The fear of losing someone so dear! An emptiness! I realised for good, and with fear. That day brought me the most worthy; a darling friend and a great lover!

The next year we spent many sleepless nights but now together, not literally though. Thanks to the inventor of those gadgets! My conscience got completely blown. That insane truely madly deeply stuff got the whole better of me. I knew then, life was beautiful and so were dreams.

We never met each other! Never had a chance. We had to move apart. We cried again, it's just another story!

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