My mind had only one face flashing – hers. On my way home, my cycle slowed down, but my song kept going. I had no clue what was happening around me. A bike with good speed came towards me, and we had a bit of a crash. 🚲💥
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Now part 2:
I had a small wound in my leg, and with it, I went home. My body was hurt but my mind was filled with joy. Thinking of her, I went home. I had a different charm on my face that day, said my mother. I was on cloud nine wondering whether the situation was real or just a dream. ☁️❓
The next day, we had a call and when she came to know that I had an accident and got a wound as a result, she started scolding as if she owned me. I loved it. Yet, I remember the moment that made my bad mood good. I wish I could hear the same pitch from her for a lifetime. "What I would have done if you had been hurt worse," were her best words; specifically, they made me elated. 😍📞💬
It was clear that we knew about each other's feelings and accepted them without expressing. Everyone in our friend circle knew it; we were being trolled by them in the same case. We were happy. 😄👫👬👭
Days passed, we kept calling and chatting. But, suddenly, she stopped responding to my calls and texts. I got no idea what the matter was, but it was definitely confusing. So, I waited and waited after several attempts to contact her. ⌛📱❌
But then I got enlightened, and my 'male ego' stopped me from texting her. I won't be begging her for messages and attention. And yet, she has not texted back, and to be frank, I don't care. Do I miss her? Yes, I do. But I won't be begging. 😔🚫
I have never tried to figure out what the matter was. But, through my instinct, I may conclude that a mutual friend of ours might have sprinkled petrol and sparked it. 🔍🕵️♂️🔥💔
Mrunmay M. Pote
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