It was new years eve. I didn’t want to be a part of any
celebrations. I wanted to be left alone. But as always I never got chance to
voice my desire. I had to come. I was perfect daughter in eyes of my parents.
I sulked the whole time. I made myself invisible amongst the
known crowd. I didn’t feel like mingling with people. I felt so small. I couldn’t
even leave even if I wanted to. I sat alone looking at people enjoying their
time. They were dancing , singing, chatting and playing. Everyone were enjoying
except me. Few of them called me to join in, but I wasn’t feeling good. I
dismissed their offer politely.
My heart still was beating for him. My eyes searched for him
even after he broke my heart so easily. My conscious was secretly scolding me
for my indiscretion towards him. How could I let my heartbreaker into my life?
I stopped my search abruptly when I found him. My heart beat
increased at alarming rate with excitement. But it stopped when I saw him candidly
chatting with one of my cousin, Aarti on whom I intensely loathed. What did she have that I didn’t. She wasn’t pretty to look at.
She wasn’t articulate either. What made her so different from me? I wouldn’t call
myself pretty but I was indeed smarter than her. I could differentiate between
A and B unlike her. Maybe it was her sweet talk or her falling on every guy she
lay eyes on.
Whatever her trick was, I prayed Praveen didn’t fall into.
But my prayers didn’t fall into the ears of God. I saw him
smiling carelessly at every stupid joke of her. Her bloody PJs! The rumours
were right. She had ditched her last boyfriend because he couldn’t afford to
tolerate her nonsensical behaviour. Now she was back of my sweetheart. I wish
he could see her tricks clearly.
I wanted to barge into their conversation and pull him out.
But I couldn’t. Why would he listen to me? I was a kid in his eyes. Oh! How
innocent his smile was? It would bring some light in his sea blue eyes. I wish
he did that when he was with me. He looked
his best in red tee and baggy pants. I wanted to hug him so bad. Life
becomes a miserable bitch when you don’t get what you deserve.
(To be continued)
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