Tuesday, August 28, 2007

statutory warning: All characters in the story are fictitious.

There are days when, in spite of all around, I can feel a void. Yes, I miss you. As always. You keep coming in my thoughts. But, I hate to call them memories. I fear you will become my past. Wish the fear never turns into a reality...

Wondering what these lines mean? Sounds like some love-sick moron’s narration. But it is not. It's difficult to shrugg off things easily. Dont' know when did the feeling sank into my system.

February 16, 2005. The Valentine's Day fever had just got over. But, the hangover was still in the air. Not that I am one ardent believer of these special days. But, at times, it's really difficult to overlook the importance of these days. Anyway, that particular day I got a mail in one of the social networking sites.
Hesitatingly yet curiously, I clicked on the mail and opened it to read what the stranger had to say. I had ignored many others like this. But, this one was of special interest. Wondering why? The name sounded interesting. (I am keeping it secret). That was it.

And the saga began. Soon, we exchanged personal e-mail ids. Everyday, religiously, I wrote one mail to him. I loved to hear from him and so did he (He said it once). Phonecalls were not on.
So we got to know each other. We were both students. Final year Masters. Away from home. But, he was away for a long while and I, by then, had a brief stint of staying outside. So, he was experienced — with his knowledge and encounter with the real world.

I remember writing to him from my college library computer. And then rushing to the computer lab as soon as our library time was over. With a throbbing heart I used to catch him on chat too.
I enjoyed it. Our fiendship till then.

We finished our study and we were placed. I stayed back in the same city. While he moved to
to some other. Almost after seven months, I mailed him my phone number. And a month after my snap.

It was a surprise one day — one of the sweetest surprises. I got his call and quite naturally it was difficult to make out it was him. I was thrilled when he told him. The best part of this friendship was that he has spent a lot on phone calls. I did not have enough to spend, that was my excuse always. So, we shared every thing under the sun __ from books to music to food, et al.

Knowingly or not, can't say, I had developed a feeling for him. I won't deny. Or, rather there is nothing to deny. The dent is so deep that I had to blog my feelings. Oh, what a foolish way, you must be thinking!

Yes, I told him too. As he wanted to know from the horses's mouth. I don't know if I was right. As they say "you should never feel sorry for your emotions, becoz that's as good as denying the truth".

More than two years...I am still waiting to see my friend "unseen".

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