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âYeah. Fineâ he said, eyes transfixed at Shriya. Important work, he thought. It was nothing less than a shock for him as it was always Shriya who would insist for a coffee or a pizza. She would never say No to coffee. Well, never, until now, he thought to himself.
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âHey dodoâ he snapped through the telephone mic, âWhy didnât you come for shopping?â
âLook Arjun, I have no interest in helping her get ready for her date, okay?â Akanksha retorted. âYou are in love with her, Iâm not. Remember?â
âUh . . . Shriyaâsâ he stammered, âgoing on a date? With Jai?â
âShe didnât tell you that?â she asked, surprised. He remained silent. âArjun??â she yelled.
âMaybeâ he reasoned, âshe totally forgot about it. Itâs okay. So, what you doing?â
âHey,â she bellowed, âIâve known you from Kindergarten, okay? So I know when youâre really okay, and when youâre pretending; so the next time you try pretending, good luck with that!â
âHey! Calm down Annaâ he said in a somewhat anxious manner, âSince when did you started getting furious? What happened to âcool Annaâ?â
âThis is something anyone would get furious at, Arjunâ she cried, âShe canât just take you along for shopping and then hide the reason from you! How mean is that? Disgusting!â she said as she slammed the phone, and he just listened taking it all in.
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He knocked the sandalwood door and waited outside, holding the bouquet of roses in one hand. The night was chilly and made him shiver regardless of his woolly hoody that enveloped his Golf shirt, and his Jeans made little effort to make him feel warm. He looked at the grass that showered in the exquisite moonlight making the drops of dew shimmer like pearls. He coped with the frosty wind as it hit his face and all the remaining warmth in his body came apart. His chain of thoughts was abruptly broken, as the door against which he was leaning, opened all of a sudden.
âWelcome Arjunâ Shriyaâs mother greeted him, smiling pleasantly at him. Shriya stood behind her, waving her hand at him. His face flushed out of embarrassment, which he quickly transformed into a smile. He entered the house, and handed over the bouquet to Shriyaâs mother.
âThanks for having me over for dinner, Aunty,â he said, still a slightly red-faced thanks to the incident at the door. It was Saturday night and Shriya had called him up to convey her motherâs invitation for dinner, which he obviously couldnât and hadnât rejected. Shriyaâs mother prepared absolutely lip smacking cuisineâ her Paneer dishes were scrumptious, her varieties of rice were luscious, and her desserts were delectable.
âSoâ he said, looking up at the milky, pale moon that brightened up the sky, âwe have hardly talked in weeks. Whatâs up these days?â They sat on the porch outside the house after dinner, catching some fresh air.
âWell, nothing muchâ she said looking at him, and then turning her face away, âexcept for the fact that Jai asked me out, and we kind of⊠had a dateâ she confessed.
âYeah, I knowâ he said, not looking at her, âbut I wouldâve been happier if youâd told me that before, you know. You didnât have to hide it from me.â
âArjunâŠâ she trailed off. After what seemed like an eternity, she spoke, âI told about it to Anna, and she was kind ofâ pissed. I didnât want to hurt you too, Arjun.â
âYou already did that Shriyuâ he said, gulping a lump down his throat, now looking at her. âDo you like him?â
âI donâtâ she said looking down at the grass beneath her feet, âknow. I donât know,â she completed, finally.
âBut I do,â he said to himself, as he turned his attention towards the night skies again. âI do.â
***
âSo what youâre telling me,â Arjun said over the phone, clearing his voice, âis that, Bundesliga is more competitive than the Premier league, huh?â They had been discussing the troughs and crests of English and German football for over half an hour now.
âBut Bayern Munich is such a better team!â Shriya cried on the other side.
âTell me one thing Shriyuâ he said, his voice stern, âDo you even love United anymore?â She stayed silent. âUh-Oh!â he said.
âNo Arjun, I still love United, butâŠâ she trailed off, expecting him to finish it for. He, on the other hand, stayed muted, listening patiently. âIâm sorry yaa Arjun. Just forget all this. I had called up to tell you that Jai invited me for a month-long picnic at his farmhouse these vacations. And you donât need to worry at all coz Rhea and Tanvi will be there too. So, what should I do?â
âI donât knowâ he said, taking minute long pauses between each word. âListen to your heart.â
âIâll listen to you Arjun,â she pleaded, âWhat should I do? Should I Go?â
âNoâ he whispered in the softest voice possibleâ attempting successfully to remain inaudible.
âArjun?â she checked after a minute-long silence, âAre you there? Should I go?â
âGO!â he bellowed, trying his best to sound as jovial as he could.
âOh Arjun!â she cried out in an âaww-how-sweet-is-thatâ kind of way, âThank you so much. Wow! Iâm so excited. I need to go shopping and packing and what not. God! Hey, and donât forget to inform Anna too, okay? I mean, I wanted to but Iâm going out with Mom now, and sheâll go all-out if she comes to know that I gave her the stale news. And yeah, Iâll have to lie to Mom that Iâm going with you. Youâre my only friend she trusts, you know. Are you okay with it?â Silence. âArjun? How would I come to know if you nod over the phone?â
âYeah. Thatâs fine!â was all he could blurt out, and she hanged up. He called up Akanksha after a while. âHeyâ he said, âSo, Shriyu is in love I guess. Well, good for her, isnât it?â
âArjunââ
âNo, itâs okay. Iâm fine. Iâm really happy for themâ he assures her. âHave ever fallen for someone Anna?â he asks curiously.
âUhâ she says, hesitating in the beginning, âYes!â
âWHAT?â he yells, loud enough for his neighbours to hear. âYou are in love with someone, and you didnât even tell me? Ridiculous! And I thought I was your best friend!â
âYou are!â she cried. âItâs not what you think Arjun.â
âYeah-Yeahâ he exhaled. âSo, tell me, what happened next?â
âWell, thatâs a secret!â she said, blushingâ her face red.
âThatâs so not fair!â he protested. âNevertheless, Iâm happy for you. Iâm happy for everyoneâ he sighed.
âWhatâs wrong Arjun?â she asked, worried, âYou sound troubled.â
He dillydallied initially, but narrated everything to herâ not just her vacation plans, but all the changes in her, her newfound liking for girly clothes, and even her increased liking for Bayern Munich. âShe doesnât like Manchester United anymore! Can you even believe it?â he grumbled.
âThat sounds serious! She can let go of her Mom, but not ManUtd!â she let it out. âWhy donât you confess your love to her Arjun?â
âThatâs of no use now, Annaâ he said, heaving a sigh, âShe likes Jai. Itâs too late nowâ
âI know what you must be going through, Arjunâ she tried to calm him down, âYou need a hug. Come over for a cup of coffee. What say?â
âNahâ he said in a wobbly voice, âIâll come over tomorrow evening thoughâ he said as the line cut off.
***
He peered inside. The spacious drawing room was vacant and quiet. The only noise was that of the rain pouring outside. It was raining cats and dogs. He stepped out of his shoes and walked quietly to her room upstairs. As he walked through the open door to her bedroom, he caught sight of her, sitting on her armchair in the balcony, gathering the dainty raindrops on her palms, unaware of his presence. He stood there, observing herâ smiling, as she turned her face towards the skies, eyes closed as the fragile drops kissed her cushy cheeks. For a moment, he could notice nothing but her innocence, as she dribbled her legs on the floor, splashing a small amount of water around. Through a window far away, a lady stared at her too, as Akanksha, unaware of all these eyeballs gazing at her, continued her PDIâ Public Display of Innocence. Maybe she was aware, but she didnât seem to care.
He entered the room on his toes. Making sure she was still unaware of his presence in her room, he made himself comfortable on her neat made bed. He looked around, and all of a sudden, he caught a glimpse of her study table and its mysterious drawer. Leaning across the bed, he slickly withdrew the already unlocked drawer from the shack. It was unfilled except for a note bookâ a pink one, with miniature hearts drawn all over with different shades of glitter pens. He rolled the pages to find out that it was her picture diary. It was occupied with several photographs of both of them together, along with his choices and preferencesâ from music to food, his likes and dislikesâ from Manchester United to Transformers, and her feelings about himâ everything penned down alongside. Halfway through the notebook, he found another photograph, which portrayed him hugging her. It was taken on a trek trip in their seventh grade. Apparently, she had spotted a snake and she had been so horrified that she went running to Arjun and sheâd hugged him, and hadnât let go of him even though all other kids were watching them. It had been quite a gossip in school, as every other kid had witnessed the hugâ the only one whoâd missed it was the snake itselfâ leading to rumours of their link-up and he hadnât talked to her out of awkwardness for an entire week. A tear rolled down his cheek as he touched the âI wish it was foreverâ written next to the photograph, in her neat, print hand, enclosed in a little heart.
He wiped his eyes and walked into the balcony. The skies had run dry, and she was busy listening to what her Walkman was offering to her ears. She sat in her armchair wearing white cotton shorts and a Superman top, with hair wet and messy, but retained on one side of her neck. Standing behind her, he placed his palms on her hitherto closed eyes. Surprised, she sat upright, all at once, forced his hands asideâ which, in any case, offered no resistanceâ and found him smiling at her.
âHeyâ she said, startled, âI wasnât expecting you!â
âI keep my promises!â he announced proudly. She chuckled. As they stepped inside, she found her notebook sitting on the top of her bed, with the page with the photograph from the trek, turned open. She couldnât utter a word. She looked at him, completely clueless about what she was supposed to say at that very moment. âIâm sorry!â he said, doing the only thing she wanted him to doâ to speak. âI never knew about your feelings. I never asked. I just thoughtâŠâ he trailed off, running out of words. âWhy didnât you tell me Anna?â he asked at last.
âThese things are not to be said, Arjunâ she mellowed, âThey are to be felt. And besides, my eyes always said that, you know. You just couldnât see it. In fact, you couldnât see anyone else. You always loved Shriya. Didnât you?â she smiled. She always did.
âMust have hurt a lot. Right?â he asked her.
âYou know better, donât you?â she countered, as they smiled looking at each other. A distinctive silence took over, as they talkedâ not with some charming words, but with their honest eyesâ honest enough to confirm, that even though they never shared love, they did share pain. Painâ something thatâs eternal and long-lasting, unlike love.
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The funny thing about time is that even though it moves at its own pace, it makes you feel itâs sprinting, when you desperately want it to just halt, for ever. Shriya was leaving for her vacations, the next
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