PIHA'S POV:
I continue driving, though I sense my legs trembling and my hands shivering. I don't know how to feel or how to react. It scares me so much. How can things get so identical?
Frustrated, confused, I turn my car towards Shivajinagar—a locality in Pune—and take the vehicle near the Model Colony Lake. Peeking out of the car, I crawl out as well. There's no one around, and I can continue with my musings for a while here. It's usually this way at the spot. It is considered to be the most peaceful place in the entire city.
I glance around and soak in the familiar surroundings. As silver as a diamond flame, yet soothing, as still as a yogi, the lake in front of me stood in all its glory. The silence around is mostly broken because of the occasional stridulation of insects. But there is one more sound reaching my ears. Glimpsing here and there, I discover the source—it’s the squeak of a squirrel.
I sit down beside a Banyan tree and pull my legs together, closing my eyes. It can't be like this; it shouldn't be like this. Why does everything in this world keep me reminding of Roman? I'm not strong enough to face it. I can't pretend like I wasn't affected—the incident flashes across my mind.
Colliding.
Harrison's Principles of Internal Medicine.
You look familiar.
The same raw emotions.
I open my eyes, and a stream of tears make their way down my cheeks. As much as I tried to control it, a sob escaped my mouth too. Why does it have to be me?
"Tell me, Roman, what does this mean? Today, I met your idol, Raghvansh Birla. Do you know? The entire scene was a reminder of the way we met. He looked at me the same way you did. Thank God I ran away. Otherwise, he would have yelled at me. I have heard what people say about him. He does look like an angry young man,” I say, giggling.
Wiping the tears off my cheeks, I glance around the serene surroundings once more.
"Roman, I feel very hopeless today. I have pretty much gotten used to you not being around. Everyone at home takes care of me, but I feel like I need someone who can be with me, who can understand me, in front of whom I can be my vulnerable self, who is as messed up as I am, who will understand my pain and not just say it's okay.
"I miss you, Roman. I miss you so much, not as my partner but as my best friend who would make me feel safe, make me feel beautiful, who would tease me and comfort me.
"I can't deal with this loneliness anymore. It makes me feel sad; it breaks me from within to know that I can never have someone like you. People in this world aren't as good and pure as you are. It feels as if I'm just living. I don't have an aim; I don't have a path to follow. I'm lost, Roman.
"Tell me; what do I do? Where do I go? Come back, please, come back!" I yell like a psychopath.
My shrieks reverberate in the surrounding, echoing multiple times over, only to be interrupted by the ringing of my phone.
Di.
I disconnect the call and send her an audio message via Whatsapp. "Give me ten minutes, okay? I'll be home."
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Shades Of Purple
RomanceI wrap my arms around her as we stare into each other's bare souls. "I feel so guilty, you know. I wish I was there at that time, holding your hand, protecting you, telling you it was fine," I say as a lone tear escapes my eye. "Where were you all m...
