A relation is never created, nor
destroyed… Well, it just happens.
*****
Samar
and I were coming closer with every passing day. I used to chirp a lot and he
used to listen to me. Our friendship grew and time placed the word ‘Best’
before the ‘Just Friends’ tag. We were sharing a deep bond now. A bond sealed
in two equal parts of ‘US’ together. One was his heart and other one was mine.
We became ‘BEST-FRIENDS’. However, SOMETIMES you feel like as if you are
falling for your Best-friend and sometimes they fall for you.
I still
remember. It was Sunday, the most hectic day for me. OH! Yes, I was going for
shopping. In addition, guess who was accompanying me, Samar.
“Samar,
wake up we need to go for shopping.” I shouted on cell phone. My voice was loud
enough to reach his sleepy eardrums and then finally to his brain.
“It’s
just 6:30 in the morning. Mall will be closed na,” He gave the suitable excuse.
“Oh
freak, I am standing outside the mall. You have ten minutes, else you are
gone,” I screamed.
“But,
what are you doing outside the mall, that early” He asked like a sweet innocent
kindergarten kid.
“Kamine, It’s 11:30. Wake-up, see you in
10 minutes,” I disconnected the call and smiled.
Why was
I smiling? Because I liked to shout on him and he gave me plenty of reasons to
do that. From the past few months, I was becoming the caretaker of his life and
I loved doing it.
At the
initial stage, He used to wake me up with his Morning texts and now I used to
shout on him, to make him out of his bed. Maybe this was the difference between
being ‘Friends’ and ‘Best Friends’ I never experienced friendship so deeply.
Holding
a smile, I waited for him outside mall. He was quick. He reached me with his Yes-I-am-Intelligent
smile and I was standing there welcoming him with an I-missed-you smile.
We went
inside. I shopped and he kept trailing me all over the shops. I kept buying and
he kept holding the Shopping bags. We
shopped for almost an hour. I felt tired and I pulled him into the dimly lit
coffee shop. Instrumental music played in the background. All I could see was
couples and couples everywhere. It made him uncomfortable. His smile vanished
as I pulled him to one of those tables.
Actually,
I wasn’t tired. I just made a lame excuse because I knew Samar didn’t have his
breakfast. His head was down. Maybe he
didn’t like the place. His eyes were registering that something was there
connected to the place.
“It’s my
treat,” I smiled and passed him the menu. He looked at the menu, flipped it
around, and put it back. He didn’t order anything.
Waiter
came to take the order. I ordered coffee for both of us.
“Are you
alright?” I asked. I could see his eyes getting wet. He was about to cry. He
was trying his best to hold his emotions back.
I never
saw him crying. Nor did I wish him to cry. He had something to tell, He wished
to tell it, but he knew that if he would start to narrate it, he would
eventually break down in tears. He kept his feelings intact in his eyes.
Waiter
served the coffee. Samar wore a fake smile on his face. He didn’t want to show
his soft part to the world.
“Long
time Sir,” Waiter said to him. Samar stretched his fake smile in reply. He
smiled back and disappeared. I was open-mouthed looking at them. Samar did not
respond. He kept moving the spoon in his coffee, looking down. I didn’t force
him further to tell. I was worried for him but then I tried to cheer him up.
"Let me order something for you, I know you
didn't have your breakfast." I gripped the menu.
"Why I am feeling uncomfortable and how that
waiter knows me? This is what you are thinking na" he said in his cracking
voice.
I remained quiet and he started narrating the story.
His eyes became wet. His words were reflecting pain. I never saw him crying. It
felt horrible seeing him cry.
We all carry some pain in our hearts. However, a day
comes when we wish to tell someone every painful bit of our heart. We just wish
to move ahead in life, leaving the memories. Today was the day he wanted to
unload his heart. He cried his words and I kept listening to him.
Listening to his words, I could feel the pain he
experienced in his past. He broke down to me and I just tried to hold him up, I
could not let him break. I tried to wipe his tears. Nevertheless, he didn’t
allow me to do that. He wanted to cry and end his pain. Sadness encircled our
table. Listening to his past my eyes squeezed out the tears.
How
could someone do this to him? Listening to his past, my heart created an
immense love towards him. I felt connected to him or I should say, I fell for
him even more. I never knew, did he feel the same for me or not, little did I
know then, our relation was not going to end the way I was thinking it to be,
well, this would never have an end… how and why? Well, you will get to know it
soon…
A tear in his eye and a tear in
my eye,
Brought us together, making us cry.
Brought us together, making us cry.
His pain kissed my heart with a
drop,
He knocked my heart, and then he rob,
He knocked my heart, and then he rob,
Two lives attached with the tears
and smiles.
I invaded his soul; still I think I walked few miles.
I invaded his soul; still I think I walked few miles.
TO BE CONTINUED...
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