It appears to be a snowy day when I met her at first. I sensed through so many angles of
imagination and creativity. It all made me to grasp the beautiful sensations
altogether. Delusions, illusions and hallucinations. Am I boozed??No. I was
just got jailed in her borstal baselessly.
She was just awesome, quite enough to make me ebullient. Spectacles over
her eyes refracts blue coloured cornea making a partial reflection to spread
the bluish traces over the glasses. Her waist length hair was just creased up, carving
a bundle of it to left simply.
Like a tragic love story of a sincere lover, we both falled
in love with respect to the gravity in mutual understanding . But it all turned upright when I knew that my
best friend hates my girlfriend. Its true. Girls are always a magnet of danger.
My friend used to advice me by
saying so many rude comments about her. It was intolerably painful. Why he is
doing this to me??Why he confines my dream of being with my girl. Did I do
anything against him?? No...may he be jealous?? Not at ll.. Every such question pierced my heart trying
to hurt her she who rests there safely.
Meanwhile on a bad day, my friend outsmarted my tolerance
and showed his vulgarism at its top. It was not just an irritation but was an
insult to my relation. I did not think before I acted, but I could only judge
myself when I saw his cheeks marked bruises and ears bleed. I shivered not
expecting the reverse punch. I was afraid and sad that I lost one of my best relations.
Calling my girl turned more dramatic and reasonfull now. I did
so as not to narrate my heroic punch. I just said what happened. she asked me “why” and then modified herself
silent but I could hear some wheeze. What I told her might have changed my
laconic girl melancholic..At last she asked “can we meet somewhere??” I said
yes. That’s what I exactly want..
Unusual to our normal meet ups, she came late today. She was
so desperate more than me. Actually I was expecting some appeasing words from
here. But she made me to do the reverse. I like that. Girls always have a way of complicating things.
She started talking about my friend. Not just a few words. A
lot.. lot more than I known about him for the last three years. Finally she
winced to say that its him, challenged her purity of womanhood years before. She
wiped her tears of sorrows out with an admirable emotional intelligence as
she turned around and left.
I picked my phone to dial my friend. I should say my
apologies for that punch. Should I?? He was actually forced himself to act like
a villain between our relations. But it
was for me. For checking me out from carrying over his mistake. I think he is
still a good friend.
I thought about that
sincere girl. How good she is?? Quite Beautiful...Now I think virginity is not
physical..
:-)
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