The Wish

The wind from the east blew heavily bringing with it sleet and snow. An hour later the heavy snow had quickly blanketed the train station and the tracks. The station master made a few calls. The outbound had to be cancelled as there had been an accident a few miles ahead of the station on the tracks. It was a late Friday evening and he was only too happy as he prepared the cancellation notice. Now he could close the station and get home just in time to catch the Knicks vs Timberwolves. The announcement of the accident and regret message of the train being cancelled went up and the passengers’ spirits went down.

Almost all of the tiny crowd that waited for the last train were journeying only a couple of stations down south. And they were all mostly workers at the Tudor Media production house that had its headquarters in this remote part of town a few miles east of downtown Kirkwood. The stranded passengers were all now busy spotting friends and coworkers with whom they could share a cab ride back home. Many quick acquaintances were made and the crowd soon grew thin. The last one left standing with a feeling of frustration was Josh. A minute ago his coworker Neil had asked Josh if they could take a cab together back home as they lived close to each other. Josh had told Neil he had to go further north that night and then change trains to the airport from where he was to fly out to Denver to visit his family. Wishing him luck getting his way out, Neil had left rather hurriedly hoping to pair up with someone else for the cab ride. Josh looked at his watch, it was 5 30 in the evening. The sun had set and it was dark as the station lights were turned off. He was waiting for the webpage on his iphone browser to come to life and finally it did. There it was, a bus was leaving to the airport at 6.00 pm and the bus station was a few miles away. Josh picked up his bag and for the first time since he had seen the train cancelled announcement, he started breathing easily. He quickly made his way to the cab stand and he got into the first one that stood in the small queue of cabs outside.

He leaned forward towards the driver and opened the tiny glass separator. "To the Shrewsbury bus station please" Josh said and then sat back. The engine whirred to life and the car started moving forward, as a knock sounded on the window and the cab driver applied the brakes hurriedly. "No one else please…" Josh was about to insist when he saw through the frosted glass a young woman's silhouette.

He pressed the down button for the window and a voice floated in "Where are you headed to?” Something about the voice jolted Josh. "Shrewsbury…" he whispered barely audible to himself.

"The bus station" repeated the driver. "I was headed that way too" the voice said. The driver was looking at Josh through the rearview and Josh nodded and moved to the other side. The door opened and she stepped in. Josh could not see her face as the sweater she wore had a rather oversized hood hiding her face. But the voice had been enough for Josh to know who it was.

Nadine Slyvester. A chill crept down his spine as his mind was filled with one question, "How did she find me here?"

Shuddering involuntarily and feeling trapped, Josh checked his pulse. It was racing. And for the first time in many years he panicked.

Josh and Nadine dated back in college eight years ago. Their relationship lasted only three months until Josh found someone better than Nadine. Annabel was a tall, blonde haired, blue eyed girl that Josh felt was in every way better than Nadine. Nadine was an average looking brown haired girl with deep black eyes whereas Josh was a stunning boy to look at. A soccer player at 6 feet 2 inches and a six pack abdomen that he had trained for in the gym for two years, Josh had been the most eligible single guy in his college. When he started dating Nadine everyone knew why he had settled for this plain Jane. Their relationship had begun under extraordinary circumstances. Nadine had been a frequent visitor at Josh's for she was his roommate Lenny's cousin. One evening Josh walked home to find Nadine sitting on the stone steps outside. Lenny had neither been answering the door bell nor picking up his phone. Josh opened the door and Nadine let herself in and hurried to Lenny's room. A piercing scream from within told Josh something had terribly gone wrong. He rushed in to see that Lenny was hanging from the ceiling. There was a letter. He had been diagnosed with lung cancer earlier that day and he had wanted a simple way out. The death of Lenny brought Nadine and Josh closer. They needed each other for the emotional support to overcome the grief and shock of Lenny's demise. And soon their needs had turned physical when she had come one night to collect Lenny's clothes to send them back to her Aunt.

In a week they were seen together in college, hand in hand. Two months later, Josh had met Annabel. From the moment he met her, he desired her. Nadine diminished into the oblivion and Annabel was his world. He broke up with Nadine within a month and started going out with Annabel. Deep down he felt he might be guilty of abandoning Nadine but he always told himself their relationship was never meant to be as it was founded on someone's death and not love or attraction. Josh told himself that it was only pity that had drawn him to Nadine and that he had shown her enough kindness for the last three months. And so he had made peace with himself. One evening Josh found Annabel in tears. Someone had started a rumor that she slept with men for money. Annabel had traced the sources of the rumors to Nadine and Josh was furious. But he could not bring himself to confront her. He knew he did not have the courage to look her in the eye. And so Josh had ended up comforting Annabel with mere words. A few more covert attacks later, Annabel was frustrated at Josh's inaction. She broke up with him and he never saw her again. A year later the pattern still continued. Every girl that became close to Josh was subjected to vicious gossip and rumors. The rumors were becoming increasingly hard to trace back. Apparently Nadine had become cleverer at the game as the days rolled by. In the end when they graduated Josh was single and had no one to dance with during the graduation party. The only other person in the room without a date was Nadine. She moved to Josh through the dance floor towards the bar where he stood alone watching the crowd. Their eyes met and Josh could see the anger fuming in Nadine's deep black eyes.

"How are you Josh?" she whispered. "I hope you know how it feels to be alone...do you now understand that I am the only one you can have?" she smiled gently. At that instant, the guilt he had been feeling all along broke. And all the pent-up anger inside Josh came surging up.

"You bitch! Leave me alone! If it was not for Lenny I would have never fucking touched you" he screamed.

"Don't you dare pull Lenny into this" Nadine whispered.

"Oh yes I will!" Josh shouted back breaking his glass against the counter. Everyone was now watching and Nadine's face went red. She looked around and then turned to Josh. "I won't leave you ever Josh. It was a huge mistake that you left me...but I won't leave you ever" Nadine said softly and with one final glare she left. The next evening Josh flew back to his parents, thousands of miles away from college and changed his phone number. The next summer Josh had found a job at Tudor Media as a junior Business Manager. He moved to the Missouri and he had cut himself out from the rest of the world he had known. The last thing he wanted was Nadine to be in his life again. Josh never signed up with Facebook or Twitter or any social networking site. And even if he did he used a different name and never uploaded his photographs or personal information. He had changed his email address and his parents and close friends knew that his number was never to be shared with anyone else. No one knew where he worked or where he lived.

He lived alone and he frequently brought back different women but somehow he never encouraged anything more than a one night stand. Sometimes he logged into his old email. It was always the same. Nadine's messages filled his Inbox. And he cleared them out without reading them. "I'm sorry" was always the subject. He also had mails on his Birthdays, Valentine, New Years Eve and on Christmas. But Josh knew that there was no way he would ever risk having Nadine back in his life. To him, she was a dangerous freak.

Eight years passed by and Josh was now a Business Manager awaiting promotion. He had consciously forgotten all about Nadine. All until that moment when he heard her voice coming in through the open window. Now he was sitting right next to his nemesis who had not only found where he lived and where he worked but also had followed him to the train station and to the cab. A small part of his mind told him it was impossible. In all these years, no one from his old life had contacted him. And it was nearly impossible for her to come to the train station exactly at a time when a snow storm would cancel the train so that she could hop on to the same cab he was taking conveniently. It was too much of a coincidence to have been planned before. He frowned as he thought that she could not have conjured up the snowstorm. But then maybe she wanted to meet him in the train and then hurriedly followed him to the cab...A million possibilities were running through his mind. And he was too afraid to even look in her direction again. A minute passed by and the cab was now on the highway. The girl was now looking at Josh and he could not help but return a glance. He was taken in by what he saw. It was Nadine as he had guessed but she looked totally different. Her hair was now a golden brown with soft curls. Her eyes sparkled in the dark and her lips were full and red. Nadine looked impossibly beautiful and alluring.

She smiled as he continued staring at her.

"What a small world! Josh, how have you been?" she was asking him. Josh could barely hear her words as he felt captivated by the beauty of her moving lips.

"G..Good. And you? God you look stunning Nadine" The words came out before he realized what he was saying.

She smiled again gently and murmured "Thanks".

"What are you doing here? How did you get here?" he stuttered.

"I came to interview for a position at a company here" she replied. "Assistant Vice President" she added.

"Oh...I work in the neighborhood too. Did you know that already?" he blurted.

"No," she replied coolly.

There was silence.

"I am going to the airport. Leaving to Denver tonight," Josh said after a while.

"Friends?" she queried.

"No family..." he replied.

"Give your family my best" Nadine said with a smile.

The uncomfortable silence continued as Josh took in more of Nadine's radiance.

"I'm sorry about all the mess - " he began. Nadine cut in.

"Don't worry Josh, I still think of you fondly. You see I was not mature or level headed back then. I was too taken in by the events that my mind could not rationalize. Now I am in a different place, and I can look back and only laugh at myself. Infact I should apologize to you and that's the only way I can keep my conscience clear forever" she said.

He nodded. It was the sanest thing anyone could say and hearing it from Nadine was something he had never expected would happen.

The cab was approaching the bus station.

"Are you getting off at the bus station?" Josh asked.

"No, I am going somewhere else..." Nadine replied. Somehow there was a slight tinge of sadness in her voice. Her eyes glistened in the dark but she heaved a big sigh of relief and smiled brightly at Josh. As the driver pulled into the curb, Josh scratched out his number and gave it to Nadine.

"It was pleasant seeing you! Wow...after all these years, who would have thought. Anyway call me" he grinned and got out. He kept staring at the cab as it moved on rejoining the traffic on the road. He thought he saw Nadine's face close to the window with a huge smile on her face but maybe he imagined it. He sighed and walked towards the ticket machine. His heart was heavy. He felt he had made a huge mistake all along. The countless email messages now haunted him. He wanted to make it up to her right away. He asked himself why he never asked her for her number. All he could now hope for was her call to him.

A few miles away, Sergeant Jerkins was giving orders to his men to clear the car that had collided with a train causing the cancellations earlier that evening. The car was damaged beyond recognition and there was blood everywhere. An ambulance had picked up the mangled remains of a dead woman an hour earlier. A bag had been thrown out by the impact of the accident and was lying unnoticed amongst the bushes. Out of this bag, a diary had fallen out. The pages fluttered around for a long time and finally laid to rest with one page looking up at the stormy sky. The open page read,

"Dear Diary, In a few hours I hope to meet him. After all these years, I have finally traced him. And all I had to do was pretend to call his house as his credit card agent! This could have sure saved myself a lot of time if I had done it seven years ago. Anyway, I think I can never forgive him for what he did to me back then. But I am moving on. And I cannot forgive myself if I don't make him see that I am in a much better place than I was. I want to talk to him come what may for one last time. After this meeting I will disappear just the way he did. That will be his punishment. He has to see me now and realize what he missed out. I know I no longer look like the geek I was in college. Now I am a complete woman... People may call me vain, but I know I can give someone like Angelina Jolie a run for her money. But this is not enough...when he sees me I should look divine and out of this world. He has to know forever that I was the one and that he had made a mistake in letting go of me. He has to know that try as he may he can never reach out to me again. He has to yearn for me forever...and never find me. He has to regret everyday from the moment he sees me. I hope destiny or fate or God ...whatever ct is that controls everything, chooses the best way to help me get what I want... I want him to search for me forever without ever finding me. This is my greatest wish... Nadine"

The snow fell fast again...the ink stained. The page was gone forever.

Gift of Love

Thunder clapped from the heavens and the clouds opened up into torrents. She swung her handbag carelessly over her shoulder as she walked into the dark night. She carried no umbrella and she was drenched to the skin. There were no lights on the road and she was able to make her way about with the help of the few gate lights on the perched upon the compound walls of the deserted street. Her pace seemed deliberately slow as though she enjoyed every moment of walking in the rain. She finally reached the house. There was no gate light for there was no one inside to switch it on. She went to the main door and stood there for a few seconds. If he had been there, he would have been out on his bike searching for her, she thought wryly. Her glance fell upon the bike - The rusting bike now stood in the garden welcoming the rain. It cast a ghostly shadow as she switched on the small light on the portico and then fished a key out of her handbag. She dreaded opening the door and switching on the lights in the hall everyday, these days. But she did it. She wanted to overcome the feeling that hit her when she saw the empty house. But then it happened everyday stronger and stronger, the emotions hit her, when she entered the house – the same house where once they had lived together – in bliss.

He had been everything to her during their teens. He had proposed marriage as soon as he found a job. She had married him in a simple ceremony surrounded by friends for neither of them had parents. In short, their wedding had not been a fairytale. For a week he was dull and moody. She coaxed him to tell her what was on his mind but he merely grinned. His grin did not calm her enough and she wondered why. She was still worried about his moodiness and she even tried to joke about it. She asked him if perhaps he too had a few days of ‘illness’ every month like her and he chased her around the house for suggesting it. At the end of it they fell into an embrace...that lasted for eternity. She told herself that her life was indeed a fairytale. But that weekend, her fairytale turned into a nightmare as he coughed blood as soon as they were about to dine. He winked at her and told her that his throat might have been infected. She was horrified at the quantity of blood and tears sprang to her eyes. He held her hand reassuringly and gave her his boyish grin and told her that he wanted to make love to her that night again like the nights before.
“Are you crazy?” she asked him and almost dragged him to the hospital. She told herself that it was indeed a throat infection. He was a strong and ‘no bad habits’ man. He could never be seriously ill, she reassured herself. And it never occurred to her that he was already a dying man.

He had known about it only a week before. He had been shaken badly by the diagnosis. He was not afraid of death but of leaving her alone. He kept the news to himself as he thought about her and what he could do for her. He now knew he could no longer keep the truth away from her. And so he went with her to the hospital knowing fully what to expect. She was told that it was a terminal illness at an advanced stage. She did not speak a word to him when they came back in an auto. She was now beginning to understand why he had not taken his bike out to work. Strength had started seeping away from his body...Of why he did not grin at her as often as he used to before – for he had locked a deadly secret within himself. That night they silently held each other. Neither of them wept. The hours passed by and they lived a thousand lives in each others embrace. She would remember that night forever. For there were no more nights like that. He was admitted with high fever the very next day. Within five weeks she saw him moving towards his end. His body shrank into a skeletal mass of empty flesh. But the tears never came. She dutifully did everything for him. Held his hands at nights as he ranted in pain. The last day dawned gloomier than the rest. In one of those rarest and fine moments of life, he actually opened his eyes to see her and smile at her and hold her hands as he slipped in and out of coma. She did not weep as he closed his eyes finally on her...But just before his breath stopped she thought she had heard him murmur “...will never leave you alone”

She became a mechanical spirit surviving the holocaust called life, from that day. Maybe that is why she never carried an umbrella even when it rained. Nothing mattered to her anymore. She merely existed. Perhaps, she thought the rain would wash her away...perhaps she wanted to become ill in a natural way and then die. But nothing ever happened to her. She always seemed to be in the pink of her health...

She had shunned her few relatives and lived alone with his memories. As she went into the spotlessly clean bedroom, she did not switch on the TV. There was no dinner to be cooked for she had finished her meal at her office. She sat fixed opposite their blown up wedding picture. No tears came – just an intense feeling of misery as she looked at the photo. Something that she would never be able to explain to anyone…She was about to slip into an uneasy sleep when she realized that she was still dripping wet. She went into the bathroom and changed. His shaving set was still on the stand. It spoke no words to her and yet she felt his presence after seeing it. She almost smiled and then stole herself out of the bathroom. She switched off the light and the fan. The room was horribly stuffy. But she felt it wasn’t as stuffy as her life and nothing mattered to her anyway. She closed her eyes and drifted into sleep.

She saw him smile. She heard his voice. He was telling her about uninteresting things. But she listened. There was nothing else in the world she really cared for than to listen to his boring talk about his job and his passions. She dreamt on and on about him until she woke up with an intense feeling of disappointment and emptiness. She stretched herself in habit and got out of the bed. It was not raining but the sky outside was heavily cast with grey threatening clouds. She decided that she would not go to office but stay at home and with his memories. She felt hungry but somehow it did not bother her. She had no newspapers or magazines to read – for she had stopped all subscriptions. There was no maid to sweep or cook. She did everything at home. It had been ‘their’ home and it was the only place she wanted to keep clean – as if it were her temple. After a few minutes of gazing at the bed she tied her hair and switched on the geyser. She went into the kitchen and then suddenly felt the floor move beneath her feet. She steadied herself and then sat down on the floor. Her heart beat faster and faster.

At that moment she knew. In a flash, her life suddenly was thrown into another dimension. She drowned in shame as she realized that she had not even considered this as a possibility. But of course! She should have known. He had never lied to her. His last words were true...He had known that he was not leaving her alone. She stood up with sudden conviction and peeped into the hall. The emptiness had gone. It was full of life. Atleast she could now see that it might be a hall empty of humans but full of furniture that were waiting to be used again. She felt full. She knew it. She knew it again and again. “...will never leave you alone”

She needed no pregnancy test. The veil of misery lifted and the tears came slowly first and then in torrents. She wept as she gulped down some glucose water and then milk. She wept as she cooked herself a heavy breakfast and then ate it after her bath. An hour later, the tears had subsided and now she smiled. She passed by the mirror and then smiled at the reflection of their wedding photograph on the wall opposite the mirror. She went near the photograph and kissed him. She spoke to him aloud. She told him that she was going to live long and happy for he was coming back to her. She thanked him for the gift he had given her before he had passed away. And she told him everything that she ever needed to tell him. In the end, she picked the photograph off the wall and hung a baby picture instead.

Thunder clapped from the heavens and the clouds opened up into torrents. She swung her handbag carefully over her shoulder. She struggled for a while with the rusted umbrella and finally opened it. She smiled to herself knowingly as she stepped into the broad daylight...

Life Pain Love Loneliness...

Best Friends and Rainy Days

The rain splashed against his face. He hated the rain. But he stood there nevertheless, drenched. He stood there for the sake of a friendship. Something that was very important to him...unfortunately not to someone else...
Two decades ago, Sandeep was born in Chennai on a bright summer day - perhaps the reason why he preferred warm climate. His parents were Government servants, neither of them being over ambitious or with high dreams. He grew in a middle class neighbourhood where most of the kids played hours together on the streets and some busied themselves with dance, music and other classes and studies. Sandeep did neither. His mother was constantly afraid of her only son getting hurt while playing. Dance classes and music - were a taboo for boys she said and being blessed with intelligence, he spent very little time studying. To amuse himself, Sandeep had three things - the television, books and his imagination. Life went by as a flash till the end of secondary school life was seen rapidly approaching. He had by now discovered that he really did not have a sense of belonging to anyone or anywhere. He liked being lonely. No one bothered the loner, who took no part in any school activity, kept to himself and his books.
It was during his eleventh grade, a warm day brought to him a pleasant surprise. A girl came into his life. She was an attractive girl, who had been in another class till then. They did not know exactly when they had started talking - it was perhaps at the time when Salma had offered to walk with Sandeep on the way to school, whatever it was...a month later either of them could be questioned about the other to the minutest detail and gotten all the correct answers. From then on, for Sandeep - Salma was the most important person. She cared for him genuinely as he did for her.
"My love is boundless - but I was afraid to show affection to anyone because I know that it hurts if it is not reciprocated" she confided to him once. The usually robotic Sandeep felt moved enough to lean on her shoulder for sometime when she said that. Once he had broken a new birthday gift of Salma. He tried hiding it before she came into the room - but she was at the doorway watching him. Face flushed he had asked her to forgive him. "You are my Sandeep, aren't you? Will I be angry with myself if I break my own stuff? I cannot, right?" she had smiled and asked. Sandeep cried like a child hearing this. They thought about each other at the same time and would try calling up only to find the other phone line busy. Both would smile knowing what was happening on the other end and then both would wait thinking the other would call.
Once Salma's friend Priya met Sandeep at a family wedding. She spoke to Sandeep and wondered what her friend Salma could see in this strange boy. And Priya could not help asking if Sandeep liked Salma in 'that way'. The answer was never given. Sandeep looked at her in a way that made Priya smile absurdly and walk away quickly. She never spoke to him again. One day, a group of boys in his class confronted Sandeep and teased him about his friendship with Salma. Sandeep did not react again. He just stared at the boys vacantly until they got bored and went away. And then he smiled...he knew how to deal with such people who could not mind their business.
Little moments, big moments - they saw it all together. During their final exams, Salma and Sandeep literally stayed in a park which separated their streets. Both their parents knew about the friendship and they never objected to it. Pages turned every hour and both their minds were bent upon getting excellent marks as both wanted to get a merit seat in a high ranking college. Finally the exams were over and Salma left to Mumbai for a visit to her grandparent's house.
The results were out on a rainy day, and inspite of the irritating puddles and potholes, Sandeep half ran to a cyber cafe to check out the results. On the way he had called up eagerly to Mumbai only to learn that Salma was on her way to Chennai. Salma had scored a few marks more than Sandeep, but that did not matter to him. He knew both of them were now eligible to get a merit seat in the same college. He went back home slowly - for the first time in his life he felt like crying. Crying from relief - for all these days he had secretly started worrying what would happen to their bond if they joined different colleges. When he reached home, his mother was crying too - but for a different reason. He froze seeing the images on the television. The flight from Mumbai had crashed owing to poor weather. The most fragile portion of his heart and soul broke. It broke into a million bits. He could not cry. He could not breakdown. He could not shout her name aloud...he could not even whisper it. That night he did not sleep and yet the next day, Sandeep went to school to collect his marksheets. His classmates were surprised by his indifference. The principal spoke a few words to him trying to comfort him for the loss of his best friend. He simply nodded and walked away. On his way home, he passed a tree against which they usually stood talking before they went into each other's street. He went near the tree and stood for sometime.
Tears started flowing and the howls started. An hour later, he had to be dragged into his house and a doctor was sent for. He was then injected to be quietened. He woke up several hours later in the dark. Everywhere he could see the smile of his friend. He felt angry and scolded God. He cursed nature and he cursed the rain. Finally he slept again.
Sandeep wasted a year, sitting at home. His favourite past time was to look at the photographs of Salma, their chitnotes that he had kept safely, her gifts, her cap, her earring and other things he had in her memory. A year later his worried parents forced him to join some degree at some college. Two years went by - Sandeep went to college and came back. He ate, slept, studied and did nothing else in life. Every evening though, he would walk along the park's pavement thinking of his past. Sometimes he would sit there and watch a group of boys playing, another group of boys whistling and making fun of girls who passed by, yet another group of boys who just sat and talked around joking amongst themselves. He would smile wryly knowing that it was too late for him to join in a gang like that. He yearned for it - but he knew now it was too late to find a best friend or a group of them. They would simply not accept him and he could not pretend to be very comfortable in everything they did. Best friends are to be built out talking and knowing, out of trust and loving, out of fighting and forgiving...Everyone he knew had a best friend. Someone to whom you could call up in the middle of the night to discuss something really unimportant. Someone who has the list of all your crushes and makes fun of you knowing that you would like it. Someone who lights all the birthday candles meticulously, for you to blow them all out a minute later. Someone who would advise you to drink a bottle of beer if you had a cold or someone who joked that he smoked only for medicinal values of tobacco on the lungs. No - he simply had become too much of a loner to know these things now. And also...he did not want to know. For he feared one thing the most. What if he experienced something beautiful and then it went void...like how Salma had.
Third year of college opened on a warm sunny day - his birthday. No one knew about his birthday and if his mother had not reminded him, he would have not known it as well. As he walked quickly up the corridor, getting himself lost among the endless stream of faces passing that way - he stamped the foot of another student. This boy glared at him and went away. Sandeep thanked his lucky stars for he knew that if the other boy - Anand had stamped Sandeep's foot in return -- No no - he did not even want to think of it! At lunchtime, Sandeep opened his tiffin box and hurridely gobbled up his lunch. He usually aimed at finishing his lunch soon and hurrying away to his class where he could sit and think about something imaginary and exciting for sometime, until it was time for recess to be over.
A shadow over his lunch table announced the arrival of the well built Anand. He asked Sandeep if the seat next to him was taken and before he could reply he had sat there. Sandeep's speed of eating doubled and after the last spoon of curd rice he opened a small bottle to drink its contents.
"Payasam? Man is it your birthday or something today?" Anand smiled. Sandeep nodded and went on to drain the bottle. Anand merely smiled at the weird fellow and continued with his lunch. Sandeep tried getting up to leave when Anand pulled him back to the seat. "Can't you wait till I finish? We can walk together till your building then." A month later, they had become goodfriends.
Sandeep could talk about anything and everything under the sun to Anand. But Anand did not talk much. He liked to listen the endless chattering of Sandeep. People in the college begun to take notice. The unusually silent Sandeep was slowly changing. Sandeep's parents were happy at their son's happy face. He had become attached to Anand like a magnet. And he was also opening out to others as well. It was perhaps Anand who had taught him to adjust, tolerate and think from other's shoes. But whatever it was Sandeep was changing for good, they said. Sandeep literally ran around Anand's leg like a puppy dog around its masters'. Once Anand had said, " I won't get angry with you man because you are my Sandeep". A chord struck in his heart. He had heard it before...Sandeep waited for him at every recess, at the bus area and outside his home everyday. Seeing the face of his best friend walking towards him was the best thing for him. One evening he went to Salma's photograph and whispered, "Hey best friend, I am sorry - but I did not miss you at all today. Goodnight"
The rain beating against his window at three a.m woke him up. He hated the rain, for it reminded him of the terrible day of loss. He shut his ears to the noise and decided to stay indoors that day. He spoke to Anand over the phone and then did some studying for the exams that were soon approaching. That night, Sandeep had high fever. He cursed the shift in weather for it always took its toll on his health. His mother scolded him as usual.
"You need some form of physical stamina, Sandeep. Else you will fall sick at the slightest drizzle"
That entire week, Sandeep was at home - watching T.V, reading books and listening to music - blissfully unaware that his friend had fallen in love, proposed to a girl and had got an acceptance. The next week, at college Anand did not turn out for lunch on Monday. It was a study week, when no classes were held and usually most of the students had a good time staying away from the dingy classrooms. The worried Sandeep searched for his friend everywhere when finally he learnt from his classmate that he had gone for a movie with someone during break and was yet to return. Anand came back at around three in the evening with Rakshita. Seeing Sandeep waiting for him at the football ground, he parked his bike, sent Rakshita away and came hurrying to Sandeep.
"Hey why you so dull man?"
"I was waiting for you - for having lunch together - you never came"
"Hey sorry - you did not come the entire week last week, I had gotten used to not having you around. ha ha. Come lets go and grab something to eat"
"How can you laugh about this Anand! I am angry. You did not think about me?"
"Are you trying to question me?"
"Yes"
"Well Sandeep. I think you know that I hate being answerable. Now don't fuss. Come"
"Get lost man - Bye"
A day or two later, Sandeep could not resist calling Anand. They met for a stroll by the park near Sandeep's house.
"So, How have you been da?"
"Never mind how I have been...I heard from someone that you proposed to Rakshita and that she had accepted. I told them it wasn't true and that you guys are only good friends. Anand, they think they know more about you than me."
"Well, they do - Sandeep. That is true, I did propose and she did accept. Sorry, I could not tell you. You had fever and stuff and did not feel -"
"Wait- You mean to say thats true?"
"Yes - I will treat you man -"
"What treat? How can you do this to me Anand? You did not tell your best friend about this!"
"Best friend??! Come on Sandeep. How long do we know each other pal? You cannot expect me to be your best friend...I honestly never thought of you that way. You do not even know that I have better friends than you!"
"Anand - you are joking right? I thought you really thought I was your best friend!"
"Oh please, gimme a break buddy. Best friend is too big a word. It is too strong a word, too strong a relationship. I need years to create a best friend."
Sandeep could not believe what he was hearing. Anand was destroying something that both of them had built together.
"But - all these days I was lead to believe -"
"Hang on - lead to believe? You mean I was misleading you?" Anand seemed to be angry.
"It is all because of that Rakshita! I hate her"
Anand hit Sandeep before he could open his mouth again.
"Don't be so cheap man. What did she do?"
Silence.
"Listen, I was your friend out of pity for you. Nothing more. Now stop bothering me and get back to being a loner. I don't care." Anand started walking away. Sandeep ran after him.
"Anand, Anand. Don't leave me. Please no. Don't leave me. I won't ask anything about her again. I just don't want you to leave me. Please. I have no one"
"Find someone. Go get a girl friend. Leave me. Bye"
"This is not about finding a girlfriend. You are my best friend. Please try to understand."
"Stop this nonsense. Stop everything. I don't need you or the attention you give me. Bye"
"Don't leave me, please"
"Keep standing here if you want Sandeep, I am not going to come back"
Sandeep stood still watching him leave. He had not been physically hurt, yet he felt a sharp pain stab at his heart. He had not heard the news of a loved one's death, yet his mind was screaming to cry. But no tears came by. His eyes had dried years ago. They were incapable of crying. He stood there as still as a statue. The sun was probably ashamed to interfere in his moment of private grief. It had hidden beneath the forming clouds. He stood thinking of his early childhood days - his loneliness. A gentle wind started blowing. He stood thinking of his school days and the days with Salma. The smell of distant rain reached his nostrils. He stood thinking of the early days at college and then about Anand. The heavens opened up as he turned and started walking in the opposite direction. As the rain splashed against his face, he realised that his walk all along had been alone. He sighed and decided not to muse about it too much. For some people life was meant to be that way. As it would always be for him...