Fiction piece from the yesteryears..

Time: One of those unusual quiet Saturdays, 1:35 AM

State of Mind: Melancholic

Song on iPod: Tanha Dil Tanha Safar (maybe that explains the mood.. :P) 

I am browsing through my hard disk and reading some of the articles I've written in the past so many years- most of them have found their way to this blog, but there are some things which I never got around to posting coz they were too amateurish or silly.. Opened this little fictional piece I wrote many years ago- which is kind of inspired from a true life incident (as is all fiction).. Just brought a smile to my face because it's ending is the exact opposite of what I wrote about in my previous post..

Reproducing it here, in its unedited and unabridged form, four years after writing it.. :)

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Remember how we used to have categories of friends when we were younger- general friends, good friends, best friends, bestestest friends.. She wanted to know which category she belonged to.

"Well, if it bothers you so much, just ASK him.. Not a big deal. It’s not like you’re his pesky girlfriend", her mind told her.

True. But asking a question as silly as "So....where do I stand in your life?" would make her a "typical" female, a tag she had so consciously stayed away from.

But everything was so unsettling. She wanted to know. Maybe she was a typical.

"Penny for your thoughts!", he said, as he sat beside her on the couch, interrupting her thoughts.

"Hey! Done with your phone call?"

"Yeah, was a friend from work. So....who you thinking about?", he asked, that familiar twinkle in his eyes.

"Huh...no one re. Just watching some TV"

"The History Channel? Wow...you take TV - watching seriously mate !"

With that, they both burst out laughing, as she flipped through the channels. A few minutes passed by in silence- the comfortable kind, not awkward at all..

"Hey, ummmm....you wanna go for a walk or something? If you're not too tired with all the traveling and jet lag, that is.", he asked finally.

She looked at him, and suddenly everything was so clear. Her mind raced back to 1998- this was exactly how it had started. This very question, that walk, had marked their transition from “general” friends to “bestestest” friends. 

Of course, nothing had changed.. This time, geographical boundaries and education had come in the way. Soon, there'd be girlfriends and boyfriends, jobs, marriage, kids; but nothing; absolutely nothing could change what they had. Ever. Did she really need to define it? No. Because some things are best left unsaid....

"What's funny? Why are you smiling?", he asked, as he walked towards the door.

"Nothing. I'll just grab a pullover; I think its kinda cold in your London...."

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Sometimes Calvin and Hobbes just get you.. :)

 

Time: 1:58 AM

State of Mind: Still Melancholic

Song on iPod: Haule haule ho jayega pyaar..

Last thought before I crash into bed: I love Taani partner!