“ SOMEBODY ASKED ME IF I KNOW YOU. A MILLION MEMORIES FLASHED THROUGH MY MIND BUT I JUST SMILED AND SAID ‘I USED TO’ ” Hey former friend! How are you.. Good? Not good? I don't care. I am miserable. Utterly miserable. That, I care. Not that I am selfish, but I have no reason to be worrying about you anymore. After all, we have officially broken up. Yes, it is a break-up, even worse than that of a romantic relationship. And why wouldn't it be? We were inseparable, so much so, that people joked about us being in a relationship even when we were not. If a fallout leaves you shattered and full of self doubt, you can call it a break up right? I am not exaggerating. I am so far sunk into my sadness that I don't even remember why we fought in the first place. Just a vague recollection of a series of text fights and nasty arguments.. but try I might.. the only overwhelming emotion now is that of the emptiness of your spot in my life! And believe me, I have tried to overcome it...
It started raining. I was in my balcony with a cup of chai. My Bluetooth speaker was belting out 'Ranjish Hee Sahi, Dil dukhane ke liye aa' Every night you come to your balcony for a smoke. Maybe you know I'm here, but you never look to where I'm sitting. Some nights I hear the strains of the guitar coming from your balcony when I'm lying in my room, sleepless. I know that you like your coffee cold with a spoon of sugar in it, pasta for dinner, you like to smoke cigarettes on your balcony every night after work and when it rains you sleep there. I know it sounds stalkerish, but when our Balconies face each other, it's inevitable that I know. I don't know why, but lately I have this desire to talk to you, ask about your day and his. I haven't seen him since the lockdown began, the other day I saw you taking down all his pictures, you were talking angrily on the phone, you took out everything that looked like was his and threw it out. You smoked a cigarett...
~THIRTEEN~ It rained in Mumbai in the months of June, July and August generally. But that year it suddenly rained in December. All the guys he'd ever known decided to meet for a football match in the rain. He wasn't a crazy football fan, but liking the sport and the weather, in general, agreed in a jiffy. Vedant didn't regret his decision even for once as they played and splashed themselves in the mud. They'd been one hour into playing when he suddenly realized there were about four to five faces he didn't quite recognize. There was one tall and skinny guy, one short and stout guy who's keeping was amazing, there was one fairly well-built guy; the kind of guy who'd be perfect for a gym advertisement and another familiar looking guy. "Hi, Kanan." The bodybuilder introduced himself. "Vedant." "Well that's Nikhil..." he introduced, patting the back of the skinny guy, "that's Jai..." he pointed at the...
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