"Maybe he doesn't remember me, well there is no reason for that also. I guess it's time for me to forget him as well." I am drinking coffee in a cafe and my thoughts tease me again. But something's different, these are strong. "I should forget him n...
I slipped into my favorite blue dress, its soft fabric hugging my curves in all the right places. I reached for my kajal and applied it under my eyes, enhancing their natural beauty. I carefully styled my hair, ensuring every strand was in place. I gazed at my reflection in the mirror, taking in all the details of my look. The excitement of seeing him after so many days. My mind was racing with all the things I wanted to tell him, but most of all, I just wanted to see him.
As I walked towards the small garden nearby, the twinkling lights caught my attention, and I couldn't help but feel attracted. As I got closer, I realized that the garden was beautifully decorated with tiny fairy lights that created a warm and inviting environment. The garden was covered with a soft, plush carpet that looked like it had been laid out just for me. The carpet was a beautiful shade of green and complemented the natural beauty of the garden perfectly. The decoration was tastefully done, and every detail seemed to be carefully planned. I couldn't help but admire how the decoration did not overpower the garden's natural beauty. It was a mesmerizing sight.
When I arrived at the gathering, I was eagerly looking for someone special in the crowd. Even though I met a few folks, my eyes were fixed on spotting that one person. The questions like "Will he come?" and "Is he busy?" were teasing me, and I was getting impatient. So, I thought of taking a stroll around the beautiful garden to calm myself down, but my gaze remained fixated on the entrance, eagerly waiting for my dear companion to appear.
As I turned around, I caught sight of him. He was attired in a black shirt that matched his pants. He towered over me and had a fair complexion, but his hair was messy. The one constant thing about him was his eyes, which were as deep and mesmerizing as the ocean. Those Deep Oceanic Eyes.
I was so happy to see him that I ran towards him. "Hi Dhruv, kaise ho?" (how are you). I asked him while catching my breath. "Ohh hi, I am good, calm down girl, why were you running so fast?" he chuckled. He was always so caring and his words had the effect of raising my heartbeat. But before I could reply, Shrishti interrupted us. "Dhruv, come here, I want to show you something," she said and dragged him along. Dhruv didn't say anything to me and within seconds, he was gone. I felt a little bit sad, but I knew that he could make more friends and he needed to spend time with them too.
In the end, I couldn't shake the feeling of unhappiness that had settled in my heart. It wasn't just the fact that I couldn't talk to Dhruv, but the sense of exclusion that came with being ignored by his friends, but that was not new to me. Despite it all, I tried to remain optimistic, hoping that perhaps Dhruv was simply caught up with his friends and not intentionally ignoring me.
The party soon ended. I ran to my room and took out a paper. I started writing a letter to Dhruv again. I hoped that one day I would give him all these letters.
Hi Dhruv,
I was so happy to meet to today. You were looking good good today. I wanted to tell you so many things but you were busy with your friends. No, I am not blaming you, it is okay to make more friends. Anyway, I will tell you many things when we again meet. Till then, bye....
I used to write small or big letters to him but kept them with me. I never got the courage to give him. I was afraid of his reaction. My feelings were still unknown to me at that time. All I knew was that I wanted to spend time with him. Moments with him I always seemed less.
My feelings were growing deeper, still unsure about what they were. "Is it love or attraction or just friendship?" these questions took a place in my mind.
As days passed, I noticed that time started to move faster. It was as if life was moving at a lightning-fast pace and I was struggling to keep up. Aradhana and my friendship had started to grow deeper and deeper with each passing day.
Aradhana was unlike anyone else I had met before. She never made me feel lonely or worthless. Even though she had other friends, she always took some time for me. It was like she knew when I needed her the most. Whenever I felt low about myself, she appeared out of nowhere and gave me a big speech about how I was not worthless, and how I was special and unique in my way.
With Aradhana, I started to laugh openly again, something that I hadn't done in a while. Unlike my old friends, who always mocked me for my laugh, Aradhana encouraged me. She made me feel comfortable in my skin and taught me to embrace my imperfections. I considered her as my best friend.
There was one more person in the class to whom I talked, but not that much. Ankit. He was not my deskmate, he sat towards my right side. He sometimes irritates me with his talks, but I never say anything to him. I know how it feels when someone shuts you up by saying that. At first, I used to stay silent but then I started to pay attention to his talks. We became.....friends.
Soon the year came to an end, and the new session was going to start. About Dhruv, I met him only 2 more times after that and he was busy with all his friends. Didn't get a chance to talk to him. My father insisted many times, to engage with all. I tried but never could. I always found myself in the corner or alone.
The classes would going to reshuffled, and I hoped that I and get the same class. My heart was beating so fast that day. I was sitting with Aradhana. Soon teacher calls out the name and their new class. My hope shattered when me and Aradhana got different classes. I didn't notice but me And Ankit got the same class. I wanted to cry, Aradhana was the only friend I had.
There was a fear in me too. About what happened with my old friends, would that again happen with me?
