Chapter 2: Intervening

I did a good job of blocking painful, unnecessary things from my memory. Then I entered into the intermediate stage and joined an academy. There I met a girl. Well, I don’t know what clicked my mind, but she was something. Well, once again I, myself along with my bestie had the same crush over the same girl. We both sent her a friend request and waited for her to decide whom she want. We waited. And then she accepted both of ours.

We were mixed up with diverse thoughts, well we again decided to let her choose. After some hours she unfriended him. And the very same time she did that, he called me. And told me that he was unfriended. I was vexed, what If I am unfriended too? I held the phone, while swiftly checking my account and I was dazed to know that she didn’t unfriended me. Well, just like a normal person, I wanted to make him jealous, so I told him about this. He was stunned as well as concerted. He said ‘what!’? But why. At one fell swoop, she texted me and I hung up on him and began to talk.

As long as we talked, she came closer to me and I still haven’t had found the reason why I was even having conversations with her. Well she was into me and I was still muddled. Somehow I knew that I was certain to break my walls and let her in. We have had countless heart-to-hearts and use to gaze each other during academic hours. I felt that something was off beam and yes, it was the time I realized that I was starting to have feelings for her. I never bothered much but I also never cared less. As I lately had gone through a very depraved time, so it was really hard for me to trust someone and I was much startled. Come hell or high water, things reformed and I was pretty contented.

Whilst she became a very devoted friend to me. And we used to talk late. She was kind of soul mate to me. Both of ours, practices and ways were virtually same. I, in a way relished those moments. I adored talking to her. She became very possessive of me. She was all intoxicated loving me.

I know love and lust don’t always keep the same company. I embittered her, hurt her so bad in so many different ways. Well I can’t say much about her but she was always there for me when on earth I needed her, above and beyond all the things I did to her. Sometimes, there isn’t any way to compromise. As they say; one man’s trash is another man’s treasure.

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A Thousand Crushes

Chapter 1 : The Commencement

I am just an ordinary person or maybe a little bit different, well artist by passion. I am that kind of person who has a “graveyard in his mouth filled with words that had died on his lips”. And now I am primed to put them into letters.

It all started way back when I was in school. I was most probably in my 5th. Like others, I was just the same, a fun child. Well, I should skip my other particulars as they were pretty same like the normal ones. I am also blessed with a best friend and I feel proud to say that we still are. We both had our first crushes together in the same class. And I still remember myself, making sketches of some ordinary girl. Well, I forgot to tell that he was the blunt one and I was a bit shy then.

Once we were playing in the ground and he told that girl that I made her a sketch, and I was filled with anger towards him but I was also amazed to see her response which was like” OK, so what? ”. Well that doesn’t actually bothered me because I actually didn’t like her.

The time passed and at this instant, I don’t want to use this phrase but I am afraid I have to, you all know that bullshit “love at first sight” well it kind of happened, with a blink of my eye. And here she was; my actual crush and guess what, both of us had a crush over the same girl and yes, over the same feature; her hair. Well at first I actually didn’t see her face but I was fascinated towards her long straight glowing hair. I use to sneak out just to see a glimpse of her. The time moved, we had our interactions, and at that time I didn’t even have the guts to go to her and ask her if she was interested even a little bit. But after a coon’s age, I pulled my effrontery together and decided to step forward.

Somehow I managed to get her ID and texted her. I don’t know whether I should call it a triumph or some synchronism, she was on-line at that very same time and she replied the very moment she received my text. And her reply was “Are you the one with coloured eyes”, where I told her; yes I actually am and she was like “you got to be kidding me”, “prove yourself. Then I sent her my picture and she secured it. It was some enduring moment. With the elapse of time, our chats turned into addiction.

As long as the duration of our talks increased she became irresistible to stay away from. Our interactions improved and again the time passed. But then she left /me over some ineffectual reason. And I was there, left heart broken. I went through depression. By hook or crook, my friends helped me walk through it. It was really hard time for me and I was suffering from mass agony. However, I still haven’t recovered from this phase, so I texted her over and over, but all I got in return was ignorance and bewilderment. Then after some months she managed to text me, apologizing she said that she was under stress and all that. But I, somehow managed to overlook her while being stone hearted.