"You know what, I am not missing you at all” – She squelched.
“Err!
WHAT!!”- I typed rapidly, this was perhaps as detestable a reply as hell. It
was appalling to say the least. Did I
read it right? Was it a typo error?
“You
read it right….there’s something missing”- She retorted the speed of light…seemed
like she was almost ready with the answer. She
is kidding right? It is not even close to April, these inauspicious pranks could
have been done away with. It’s just been a week since I left India and look at
the aftermath. I did expect a better Halloween surprise than this one for sure.
“Preita,
are you drunk? What do you…..” – I was cut short since her reply arrived
spontaneously.
“Sam,
do you remember our first date? Just after you proposed to me on the internet?
We have been chatting for months prior to that….You were a different person
back then…”- Those cutting words flashed on my mobile chat window, those hard
hitting wrangles. These words came out of
nowhere, everything was fine till I boarded the flight, and at least it
apparently seemed so…and now, when I’m away, look at the revulsion; you cannot say
no to your boss every time…and the onsite opportunities do not come in every-day.
People should understand the corporate responsibilities as well.
“It’s
not about doing your responsibility Sam, there’s something more to it, we are
missing something…something, that’s very much inbred, something very congenital”
– Oh my, she was almost reading my mind…but
the point is, what did I do wrong? Honestly speaking, I have been so engrossed
with chasing targets, even surpassing the client expectation in the last couple
of years…I guess, I have ignored some vitally important aspects of a
relationship. But WHERE exactly did I go wrong? Don’t tell me that it has been
a one way traffic, I miss her each and every day in this alien city…it’s a
lamentable feeling, you know!!
“Remember
the day when we kissed each other for the first time? Remember the day when you
hugged me in a public metro? And our college days…when you lifted me up in your
arms in the Machines library? I felt like a princess back then…you were my hero…!!
Why did you change Sam?”- For the first time in the entire conversation, she
sounded lugubrious. The melancholy quiddity was reflecting through those
altercations. Now I know.
“You
know Sam, I always craved for this…I know that you care for me, you feel for me...but
do you know what happiness means to me? I have never told you this…but I have
been suffering from depression since the last couple of years, do you know why?
You’ll never know. You have created an impermeable barrier, Sam…these serial
headaches have started killing me from inside…you hardly TOUCH me these days,
Sam…you hardly touch me.”- She spewed. Yes,
I have been at fault…our happy times came to an uncanny halt right from the day
we refused to ‘come close to each other’ in true sense of the term. We used to
take Salsa classed together to start off with; we haven’t even danced with each
other since the last couple of years. I had to do something about it, I had to
do it fast…I had to break the touch barriers; But wait! How? I was miles away
from her….almost like seven seas apart. When there's a will, there's a way...I murmured to myself, I have to make amends for my indiscretion, I have denied her what could have turned out to be some of the most 'treasured' moments of 'our' lives. How heartless, have I been.
“I
remember Preita, we haven’t had a skype chat since I came here…let’s start
afresh tonight”- I typed as I entered office. 20 days to return to India, Preita….the countdown has begun already. We’ll turn it around this time. (The 'touching' TVC)
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