Well, Good old days seem to be back again!
And I would like to add my own contribution too; But I would like to request if you can be really patient, because I am not really a fluent writer and I do it only when my mood calls me in!! So I am putting this story as sequences!!
Every thursday: new part, That much I can promise!!and yeah it is a repost!!..:)
DISCLAIMER: यो केवल कल्पनामा आधारित कथा हो। यो कथामा उल्लेखित घटना कोहि कसैमा मेल खान गएमा त्यो संयोग मात्र हुनेछ। :) The lone stars: an unwritten story She clicked on the sign in button. There was only mail in her mailbox. Nobody had actually written to her in long time. It had been long time since she had talked intimately, or written intimately to anyone. Usually, it would be “just a hi” letter to friends, and she had become fed up of those kinds of mail; then she stopped writing to anyone. She was too busy and there were many other things to keep in track of than old friends. Sometimes, she would call one of friends, sometimes one of them would call, and that would just merely become hi, hello, what you are doing etc. etc.
She clicked on the Inbox sign; there was mail from someone whom she knew intimately, exactly after three years or so (she had lost track of time).
Quickly she clicked on to see the letter. The message began to unfold.
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Dear Smriti,
Had been long time, since we had kept in touch, 1364 days to be exact. I am somewhere else now, you must be somewhere, and I had always wished you would be much happier, at least more than me. I am just keeping up with myself.
After I left I didn’t find myself in need of anyone; maybe I had lost faith too, but I was keeping up with myself. It was then I met her, actually she came to meet me. She was charming, caring and knew what was inside me. I saw you in her, and I knew I was not doing right to her, but I loved her company. She loved me; and I was too much lonely then, I loved her back. I know I am not perfect for such a lovely girl, but this time I don’t want to lose love so precious. I am getting married next week.
I know I am kind of selfish to write something like this to you after such a long time, but I needed to talk with someone who knew me entirely; and I couldn’t think anyone else than you.
I hope you are lot happier, and at your best.
Love,
Aakash
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The turmoil began to unfold in her minds, she had still not forgotten him and reminiscences began to run vividly in her minds.
They had been friends for more than 7 years. They had known each other better than he/ she would know himself/herself, they were soul mate. It was him who thought of breaking the friendship and she hadn’t bothered to keep track of him. She was just like that, coolest as usual, and no loss was great loss for her, just life would go on. He had gone his own way and she her own.
She had seen him first in that coffee shop. She had seen him first with her old friend from school. After that she had met him at college.
“Hey we had met before, haven’t we??” he had come to her.
“Aan coffee shop ma Arun sanga bheteko hoina??” She had remembered.
“Yup, Tmi pani yehin padhne ho??” He had continued the conversation.
“Ho!!”
That day they had become friends formally.
Although they were from different faculties, there was some chemistry between them; they clicked as good friends pretty soon.
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