Never Together...Never Apart...Part-4

A relation is never created, nor destroyed… Well, it just happens.

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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.

His pain kissed my heart with a drop,
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.

TO BE CONTINUED...

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Himanshu Appie Chhabra

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