Language of Love [P8]

After a while, I went through her profile as she accepted my request. Every picture in her account showed her innocent mind and doubtful face. Also, from the captions, it was clear that she reads a lot.

And to add to my surprise, just like me, she hadn’t posted any heartbroken status or quotes that people usually post when life takes an unexpected turn and I couldn’t find any photos of food items either. That’s the coolest thing I have ever seen.

Even though I live close to her uncle’s, I couldn’t recognize anyone except her from the family photos.

I wanted to know every bit about her and so I scoured through the account in search of her interests. I found the book that she is currently reading, understood that she has standard writing skills, and also the fact that she is pretty smart. Somehow I could read her.

In the tagged section I found a guy whose posts made me think, he is the reason that I found her in such a devastating state last night.

Time went by. It was evening by the time I mustered enough courage to send a ‘Hii’.

To my bad luck, before I could find a topic to talk about she replied back with a ‘hello’

At that moment, all I could manage was to text ‘can I call you now?’

A 'yep' message flashed on the screen and I let out a deep sigh of relief.

I dialed her up.

Before she could say anything I blabbered

‘Sorry, I’m not that comfortable with texting. I like to talk to people in real. It creates less tension and miscommunication. That’s why I called you up, don’t bother okay

She chuckled and replied ‘It’s okay, I get that shinu. Actually, I'm going through your blog right now '

‘Ohh, how's that '

‘it’s really nice, but there are a few errors...’

‘I think you can help me correct that’

'Oh sure and I have to say, the photos, they are awesome, I truly liked them all '

 ‘Thankyou’

‘Actually, what’s your profession? I saw some photos of you in uniform.’

 ‘Yeah, I was a mariner’

‘Was?’

‘I quit’

‘So you don’t like it?’

'From the moment I stepped into that college, I knew it's never going to suit me. I tried and survived enough to get a degree but couldn't do it anymore. So I decided to quit. It's better this way '

 ‘Hmm, so you are happy now?’

 'Yep kind of '

 ‘Why yaar?’

 'I am happy but others are disappointed with me, especially my parents '

 'Look buddy, it's your life and you should be the only one who decides what is good for you. Everyone won't get you now. But one day everything will be ok. Don't worry '

 'Yeah.. hey want to ask you something '

 'Yes please '

 ‘How you are dealing with the heartbreak and talking this positively?’

‘The past can never be changed right? So it’s better not to think about it. That’s my moto’

‘Wow, you are superb yaar’

‘It’s not that I’m all ok. Sometimes memories come like visitors and…. It’s ok. Life should go on no matter what right?

Now just out of curiosity, shinu can I hear your love story?’

‘Yeah, ofcou-’

‘Hey wait a sec, I have another call, will be back okay?’

 she hangs up the phone.

I sat there still for a while. Yes, as she said, memories are like visitors.

It’s hard to forget someone who changed your life like no one else will ever be able to. At least it’s for me.

It was just an affair for her and maybe that’s why she moved on like it never happened and I’m still in pain.

Before I drown in those memories, my ringtone pulled me to shore.

 ‘Sorry so many calls..’

‘Should we talk later?’

‘It’s ok yaar.. they are from relatives. they just want to pretend that they love me. Nothing else’

'Why is the situation the same everywhere?!' I laughed.

Though I couldn't see, I knew it brought a sad smile to her face too.

‘Hmm..leave it..what’s your plan for tomorrow?’

'Not much. Need to find another work and have some editing works to complete '

‘wait... tell me your story. I completely forgot that between all this’

 ‘I will, when we meet again’

 'There only zero chance for that you know it very well '

 ' Oh,' actually I was shocked. All this time it never crossed my mind that I may never meet her again. But I reaffirmed her

 ‘No buddy we will meet again. my mind says so’

 ‘Let’s see.. who knows?’

‘Well, what’s your dream?’

 ‘Hmmh… I want to be a doctor but not just that. I want to do something more with life. I know it's too short but I want to do many things. I want to make a change in this world and I will, one day '

 “Wow..that’s the first-ever good reply that I got from a girl for this question '

 She giggles ‘Ok shinu. I have to go now. I have a family function to attend. Will see you when I reach my home okay?’

 ‘Ok bye’

 After the call, I had a perfect image of her. Beautiful, with an amazing mindset and a really nice character. Well maybe. In my experience after knowing someone to the core, one may never feel what they felt for the first time. Who knows.

Thinking so much makes a man mad. I don't even remember when I slept that day.

 

 I texted her the next day

. She was offline. Maybe she is preparing for her journey.

 Days passed.

She was still offline. I randomly texted her but never got any reply. I began to worry as I had no clue what was happening with her life. I always expected her message whenever I heard a notification sound.

Maybe she has forgotten me.

My routine continued, but I lost something. Something that gave me hopes to live again. In my opinion, I'm dead already, as to me, if someone doesn't have anything and doesn't have any feelings, that person is dead.

Sometimes while clicking photos, her face comes into my mind and I will be lost. She was with me for just a few hours and how is she in my mind after all these days?

Maybe it's love?! What if it is?

Will I be able to meet her again!!

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