Sitting on his bed, he was staring at the window,
oblivious to the time. All he could do was think about the last night. Half of
him wanted to go back in time and erase her from his life. The other half of
him just wanted her to talk to him again. Because it was her voice alone that gave
him hope that all was going to be alright. Despite of her telling him that all
was over.
He was scared that if he said anything, she would
tell him off. What was he expecting after what he had done. The cigarette in
his hand was slowly burning away. It was his nineteenth cigarette. How many did
he smoke over the night, he had lost count. The stubs lay all around, in the
room that had become a mess, just like his life. He threw the burnt cigarette
away; it was about to burn his fingers and closed his eyes. He
didn’t realize when he fell asleep.
Mira was in the other room, unpacking. Just back
from a weekend trip, her head was exploding with pain. She took a painkiller
and decided to sleep for a while. She knew what he was going through but she
didn’t have the courage to deal with it. So she walked into the bedroom and
without wanting to disturb him, she slipped next to him in the bed silently. As
she closed her eyes, he wrapped his hands around her. She looked at him - he was
still sleeping.
He didn’t know for how long had he been sleeping. He
rubbed his eyes trying to clear his vision. The room stank of cigarette smoke.
A loud noise startled him again. Somebody was at the door. He couldn’t hear
anything except for the loud knocks. He opened the door and saw Nitya standing.
She had been crying, he could tell. Her koel smeared on her
face; her eyes were blood red and her hair falling over. She stormed into the
room and asked him what the message was about.
Mira was still asleep and he didn’t want her to get
up so he spoke softly.
Nitya shouted. She wanted to know what the message
was about. “That’s the truth,” he said calmly, lighting another cigarette. She
moved close to him and slapped him hard. His lip started bleeding. Without
batting an eyelid he said, “that’s the truth. I can’t help it.” Nitya left the
room. He knew it was tough for Nitya but he had no choice.
Amit looked at Mira still sleeping, and whispered into
the phone, “Yes, a table for two, please.”
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In a parallel world, Karan looked at a picture saved on his phone. He had clicked it without her getting to know. Mira was looking so
serene and beautiful that day that he had fallen in love with her. He smiled,
wiping the blood from his lip, the impression of Nitya’s hand still visible on
his right cheek.
Sitting on his bed, he was staring at the window, oblivious to the time. All he could do was think about the last night. Half of him wanted to go back in time and erase her from his life. The other half of him just wanted her to talk to him again. Because it was her voice alone that gave him hope that all was going to be alright. Despite of her telling him that all was over.
He was scared that if he said anything, she would
tell him off. What was he expecting after what he had done. The cigarette in
his hand was slowly burning away. It was his nineteenth cigarette. How many did
he smoke over the night, he had lost count. The stubs lay all around, in the
room that had become a mess, just like his life. He threw the burnt cigarette
away; it was about to burn his fingers and closed his eyes. He
didn’t realize when he fell asleep.
Mira was in the other room, unpacking. Just back
from a weekend trip, her head was exploding with pain. She took a painkiller
and decided to sleep for a while. She knew what he was going through but she
didn’t have the courage to deal with it. So she walked into the bedroom and
without wanting to disturb him, she slipped next to him in the bed silently. As
she closed her eyes, he wrapped his hands around her. She looked at him - he was
still sleeping.
He didn’t know for how long had he been sleeping. He
rubbed his eyes trying to clear his vision. The room stank of cigarette smoke.
A loud noise startled him again. Somebody was at the door. He couldn’t hear
anything except for the loud knocks. He opened the door and saw Nitya standing.
She had been crying, he could tell. Her koel smeared on her
face; her eyes were blood red and her hair falling over. She stormed into the
room and asked him what the message was about.
Mira was still asleep and he didn’t want her to get
up so he spoke softly.
Nitya shouted. She wanted to know what the message
was about. “That’s the truth,” he said calmly, lighting another cigarette. She
moved close to him and slapped him hard. His lip started bleeding. Without
batting an eyelid he said, “that’s the truth. I can’t help it.” Nitya left the
room. He knew it was tough for Nitya but he had no choice.
Amit looked at Mira still sleeping, and whispered into
the phone, “Yes, a table for two, please.”
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