Why did you do this to me? Hanging me on the corner of the street, I feel vulnerable to my own thoughts, “why did you leave?” I know why you did, but I am not courageous enough to accept; it. But there is a hollowness to be filled. Who is going to be there to push me, to nag me, to tell me that I am not alone.
Why did you do this to me? leaving me alone, to figure out everything on my own.
There were they, two individuals, poles apart, yet building a great friendship on same saved foundation.
Disclaimer: This post is purely fictional but is inspired by true friendship of real people in real life.
It was the third night of the horrendous week of what we called exams, but in reality they were the culminating stressors, sucking every ounce of blood from their weak bodies. Walking through the corridor, there Sivan was, forming a strategy in his mind, planning how he would divide the hours left in the night to complete his units. By then he attempted physics and chemistry but the next day he had to face his worst nightmare: Mathematics. Sivan never liked numbers, even in college he tried his best to get through the math class, but always failed to understand the quadratic equations and Eigen values. He was in that thought process when he saw a guy from his class, holding his mathematics book along with him. “Where are you going?“, Sivan asked him. It was past midnight and the library was closed, then where was he going, Sivan thought. “Roy is telling the important topics for tomorrow’s exam“, the guy went downstairs in a hurry. “Important Topics?” “Where?”, Sivan shouted from the corridor, “102”, the diminishing voice replied.
You are alone in a crowded place, you see your friends in a corner drinking cheap beer and laughing, you want to go there, but you don’t want to go there. You are tired of their shabby comments on your looks, tired of their opinion of what you seem to do in life. It feels like they are crossing the boundaries, taking control of things that belong to your persona. “Hey Samara, over here“, you are too late, they call you over to share their drinks. Alas! how do you tell, you don’t like the taste of that cheap beer, and you hate their mean comments.
It’s strange how people bond. Either you feel the vibes in a snap of a finger or it may take ages to build the bond.
Sun was shining bright and the wind was moist. It was rainy season, that time when it was supposed to rain cats and dogs. Contrarily, the sun was out giving me a harsh tan. But none of that really mattered. First, the roller coaster, then the free fall, and then this ride which took us back in the time of dinosaurs, I was having the time of my life in the wonderland.
“Maybe we should sit for a while“, Sivan started panting over the bench. “We have so much to cover, we can’t sit now“, I pulled him to stand, but miserably failed. “Easy“, he patted the space beside him “Sit for a while and relax. We don’t usually get away from office like this“, he had a point, I have been an intern for more than 3 months and I haven’t taken an off from work even when it was my day off. I was worn out and I needed some time to relax.
“So I went to this party..“ He rambled about the number of friends he had in his life. “How many friends do you have?”, he asked me then.
I started counting on my finger, “one, two, three, four and five“,
As I counted my friends on my finger tips, he started laughing looking at my fingers telling me how unfortunate I am. But my one question shut his mouth when I asked him, were all your friends there at your lowest point of life?