THE love called INTERNET

I had packed up my bags to get back to my home. I called up Nida and asked her to come to the station. She had agreed. Checking out at the hotel I went straight to the railway station.

She was there standing, waiting for me. 

“hi Nida!”

“hey. everything kept in?”

“yeah.”

“hmmm… you wanted to tell me something na?”

“yeah yeah…..”

“So tell me.”

“ya….I wanted to tell you about the reason I came to Delhi. You know I came here without telling my parents.”

“WHAT?!?! what the hell you came here for ??”

“come on chill.! Thats what I am telling you…I came here for something very special.”

“ohk tell me now…whats so special.?” She said with a little teasing smile on her face.

“ummm…Nida …umm…I wanted to say…”

“what you doing? You are acting as if you are going to propose me.!” And she laughed. But she WAS right.

“yes…”

“what?” The humour faded.

“I love you.”

“no. tell me you are not serious.”

“I am. I came here just to tell you this. I would have told you this on the chat or may be even on the phone, but I didn’t want to. I wanted to tell you in front of you.”

“listen Parth. I like you. But…but its not love. I mean I don’t …I didn’t..oh god.!”

“what Nida ?? “

“I don’t love you. No I don’t.”

I was about to cry. But I smiled hiding my pain.

“its ok Its your life. YOU will get the person of your life.”

“ohh Parth I didn’t wanted to hurt you.”

“no its ok..its ok”

“We can be friends still?”

“yeah …we are friends.! No doubt.”

She smiled and suddenly hugged me at a crowded railway station. People wouldn’t be happy-some thinking about their morals and some simply jealous of me. But even I wasn’t happy. The reason was obvious. 

The train came by and I went inside.

“phone me when you reach home.”

“yeah sure.” I managed to say that. The train left the station. I wanted to cry but didn’t cry because of the people. But may be bathrooms are made for the sole purpose of extracting the inner liquid. With the inner liquid goes out the pain. So, I cried in the stinking toilet of the train. Even managed to scare away two people sitting near the toilet. I wanted to cry alone. I wanted to surrender to the pain because I knew that it was the only method to wear it out. So, I cried. Cried till I was bored of crying. Cried till I was frustated of the smell of the toilet.

Time passed on slowly. Everything flashbacked. Every chat, every voice calls, every phone calls and every moment I was with her. Now remembering them was bringing in pain. But the mind became involuntary. It was out of control. Actually, it controlled me now. I can’t think of anything else but everything related to Nida. Suddenly, my home town arrived.

I went straight to my house. I wanted to get back to my parents. I wanted to say sorry to them. I wanted to hug them even if they would scold me. I didn’t care even if they beat me up. I loved them. I loved them. The autorickshaw stopped right in front of my house.

There they were. My parents, Chakradhar Mama, and the Gupta family including Sneha.

PS: going to indore tommorrow.

PS: will try to blogg from there also.

PS: hope you liked the story.

PS: The End …but still rock on!!!

PS:also read The Epilogue