2010, February 13:
One is my cousin. She was beautiful & cute. The other one is my
classmate. She was cute & beautiful. They both loved me. I knew it. But the
problem is not them, nor their love. It's me, myself. Unable to choose between
them. I can't choose both and can't deny both. I just wanted one of them. And I'm
pretty sure that they are total strangers to each other.
No reason to discard anyone of them. One is brilliant, and the other is
intelligent. Once my classmate took whole blame behalf of me and saved me from
possible insult in front of class and
lecturer. Couple of days later, my cousin too saved me in similar manner from
relatives. I was dumbstruck by two consecutive, yet identical incidents.
Because if any one of the two incident had been taken place, then my further
move could've been quiet simple. But life & love are not simple, they have habit
of becoming complex. They both
sacrificed for me, saved me.
It is not that only they helped me and I kept on enjoying their hand. I
too crashed & crossed many hurdles for them. I too lent my hand in their support.
Unfortunately, they always asked my help at different instances of time. Those
time instances never had any intersections.
So yesterday, February 12. Parents away from home. I was thinking about
them, the two girls. Suddenly a flash struck into my head. The idea. It was
very cruel idea, but everything is fair in love. Tomorrow, February 14, Valentine's
Day, more beautifully it's Sunday. I phoned them both and told that I want to have
a talk in my home. They don't know that they are not the only one who being invited.
Okay. My core still shouting me to step back. But I'm not in the position to
move back.
To be clearer, my idea was, whoever comes first will come along with me
as long as I live. The one who comes afterwards will see me with the first girl
and will leave the place heartbroken and will never forgive me. But if they
reach in time together, then I will end up in losing both. That's my risk
factor which I have to pay. It's unjust. But.... sorry....
2010 February 14: Morning 7:30.
I woke up hearing door bell. I'm feeling excited. Curious to know who it
is. But my heart is saying "don't be in cloud nine, it's not the girl you
want". What is this? So, for the answer I opened the door. Yeah, heart is
true. It's not the girl I want. It's house maid, who comes daily for household
chores. I sent her back. I finished the everyday karma, and wore red shirt and
eased myself on couch.
Morning 9:00.
Finally, door bell started ringing. This times my heart saying "Go
on kid, it's her". Yeah I know. I can hear my heart beat. I can sense my
adrenalin rush. Breathe becoming heavy. Honestly I'm shivering. My trembling
hand moving towards the door. I opened it, very slowly. Oh god, I'm seeing the
girl with red dress, It's her.
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