Life Is Beautiful - 13

I could not react nor reply for that message. I was wondering all alone at my mobile phone. “Was that really Aaradhana? Is someone playing a prank? No one close to me will do that coz they know me and they won’t play with that, and none other than my close circle knows it!”

“Is that Priya? She would have known that from the diary! But… That diary is still with me!” May be it’s not Priya. I started analysing myself and was checking the possibility of all known characters. “What if it was someone who I never knew?”

Random thoughts made my thoughts even more complex and it was clearly depicted in my face. Even my mom asked 

“Anything Wrong!” but I managed to smile and say “Everything is perfect!” I know nothing is my way now.

The 6 hours college was even harder to pass with the thoughts of Aaradhana having Priya just opposite to me. Even she was not looking ok today. I was wondering whether she knew my problem and reacting the same way I did. I even forget to wish her ‘Good Morning’ and never had even a single conversation till Lunch Break.

I just started “Hey… any problem?” but she never seemed to hear me and she was having her lunch. “Ok… leave all those problems. It will be all ok. Leave that. You want to share my lunch?” She was totally silent which was completely opposite to her character. I never knew she could be such silent. I wanted to say someone what I felt but I have no one other than her and she was not interested too. I have never experienced this kind of feeling before and I was begging her. At one point of time, I lost my temper and shouted at her “What the hell is your problem? Am I your problem?” and banged on the bench.

Some of the adjacent class people peeped through into my class; I just controlled and sat straight. There was a little murmur in the corridor and subsided again. When the bell started to ring, she turned towards me silently and said, “You Are Your Problem!”

I was much confused with that. I could not get what she said and I even pleaded her to say what she meant. She remained silent throughout. One could never guess what a girl thinks – I know. But one could never understand what a girl speaks – I just found out! I guess even Google will find it difficult to transliterate it!

I came back home with all those clumsy thoughts and still waiting for a solution. I could not be as happy as before and I wondered why my happiness is always short lived! I still did not reply for that message I received in morning. I could not either. I don’t want to talk to someone who was literally avoiding me to the extreme.

I know Aaradhana more than anyone. She addresses her to be an extrovert but she was never one. Always with her closed circle but a little more jovial than anyone could ever expect, with her usual activities, in her own group. Aaradhana would have never started a conversation rather Priya does. Aaradhana will never start a conversation with me. I was cent per cent sure about that.

Finally, I decided to reply that text message. That was an unknown number to me still but could not ask “Whos This?” so decided upon a new question “Was this real You!?” A small striking thought said me not to message because anyone can play in texts but not on call.

I decided to call. I have never called to anyone – to be inch perfect – to any girl, because I may not have enough topics to talk but ‘balance’ is main reason though! But to talk to her was once my lifetime dream, so developed thoughts to call her! Though there is 99% chance of the number not hers I still believe in my 1% luck!

I dialled 'her' (could have been ‘the’ instead of ‘her’ but I believed in luck!) number. It was ‘Munbe va… En anbe vaa…!’ – a perfect Shreya Goshal number – but was harshly interrupted with Aircel’s dull IVR saying “The number is Busy”.

I was not in any mood to give up. I convinced myself saying that she could have wrongly pressed the key and tried again. Once again she cut the call and I was frustrated. I could not tolerate more than this and decided to call until she picks up.

In my third try I could not enjoy the Shreaya’s voice and I bet everyone would be frustrated to hear the same voice again and again. When I was just about to give up, a much beautiful voice said ‘Hello’ and this time I cut the call.

It was once my most cherished melody, a beautiful music and a symphony in God’s art gallery – it was Aaradhana at the other end – God are you crazy again?!

 

Life is Beautiful