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.
It took sometime, about 8 hours of long labour; and 2 hours of consistent pushing. But I finally came out crying.
I don’t remember anything of that time, but while going through my childhood pictures, she told me the story of how we first met.
I was 2 kg, timid little girl with pink flesh and tiny hands held in her arms with her soft eyes gleaming at me. She couldn’t stop smiling, “I love you my baby girl, forever and always“, that’s what she told me. Tears rolled down her cheeks as we both sat down looking at the images, I knew she would take a bullet for me, and I would do the same for her.
To all the mothers, whose selfless love is beyond this universe, who scold but care, who slap but spare, thank you for teaching me the meaning of life, being there for me, waking up till 2 AM, making me coffee during my exams.
You are our Superwomen, and we adore you for your sacrifices and unconditional love.
PS: I am dying to listen to your stories with your loved ones. Please share your special memory with your mother in the comments below.
Myra rushed to her dorm room and closed the door abruptly. She stood in front of the mirror and gazed at the reflection which was so horrified that she could not recognize her own self. Dark lipstick, big eyelashes, smudged eyeliner and smeared mascara, she was looking horrible.
She stared at the mirror for more than a moment and started talking to herself. “What have I done to Myself. This is not me. I look like a whore dabbed in powder and color, who has lost her name, her identity.” she took out Shrey’s handkerchief, looked at it and used it to wipe the black tears off her face.
In continuation of The Dreaded Desires: Desperation It was a month to that date when Roy asked Myra to be in a no strings attached relationship, or it maybe called a non-relationship. Because it was never a bond, just sensuality occurring.
Initially Myra thought that Roy was cracking a joke, that it was just a role play thing. Alas! She was naive and didn’t really know what was she entering into when she said yes to Roy in desperation. The hurt began when the trails of unpicked calls and lonely texts started again. It heightened when Roy only summoned her for a steamy session of making love. She always wanted to know the mystery behind Roy, but he never let her. They never talked but his touch spoke loud, which made her crave him even more. But the hurt was so high that she wanted to leave him, but she couldn’t. His touch made her go wild, even at night when she drifted to sleep, she dreamed about she and him under the sheets. There used to be times when all Myra thought about was Roy, his bare chest, his tan skin, his six abs. She could not control her heightened emotions. She used to wait late night for his texts, many times he didn’t reply but when he did, all he asked was for her lewd images. Usually she showed off the gap between her breasts. After a time she became extremely obsessive with Roy that she started losing her identity, her goals, her aspirations. All she wanted was to please Roy, that was her main agenda then.
This time you are being served: The dreadful Desires. Where the main-course is Lust with starters of Insane Characters. Side dishes would be drugs and Cigarettes. Especially for you we will serve drinks, complimentary. But wait for the acerbic tarts. And we’ll finish this 5-course incredible meal with talks and tea to detox.