Kindly forgive the typos. Love-Abi
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She has always been in her line- that is what she believes to keep up with. She never draws conclusion, she never for an instance has lost her temper just like that. Through the uphill and downhill, she never let anything flow out of control. Perhaps she has lost her will power at the stale words people throw at Nisha and the people she is close with on a random basis, she cannot let them take over the win just like that. She believes that people deserved to the taste the bitterness of their own medicine; she has never gone against her own belief, yet she cannot fathom to cope with what is running inside her mind.
It is turn wild, hungry and ever growing; she wants this to stop. Just for once, she wants all of this to stop.
"Nisha!"
Sourav holds her hands, the concerned eyes suddenly etches Nisha. She wants to scream and shout, but nothing comes out from mouth. She glares instead, pouring burning stare straight over her best friend. He takes a deeper look at her bleeding knuckles, nods his heads in disquiet expression. Nisha closes her eyes, suddenly feeling the pain shoot through her hand.
"Kya Yaar!" He takes her to a nearby water cooler, with the concern still plastered on his face, he presses the ice-water. The chillness twists another shrill ache through Nisha. She grits her teeth and looks back at him with an expression that says veils all the pain.
"Yeh sada hua chera kisi aur ko dhikana."
Nisha rolls her eyes.
"Kabh samjhogi bandariya? Kitne baar bolun mein? Itna gussa kaise toose ke rakhti hai apni andar?"
She focuses on the blood that is washing away through the drain. Suddenly, she feels bad for the people who would use this cooler. The fading red slowly is cleared by clean and glassy water, the pain silently reduces to dull and constant burn that Nisha feels she can tolerate. Nisha then realizes that the blood has stopped dripping from her knuckles.
"Kya karoon, nikal jaata hai...control se bahar." Nisha says, breathing out. The frown is still scribbled over her face, leaving her to her pace.
"Yeh toh extreme hai Nishu. You cannot hurt yourself like this."
Nisha looks at Sourav, she is not hurting herself. What is he talking about? She pulls her hand away from him and nods her head in a no. "Nehi toh. Who will do that? Pagal hai tu?"
"Are you sure Nishu? Bachpan se jaanta hoon tujhe...you don't lose your temper like this. Tu maarti tab hai jab tujhse ek situation tolerate nehi hota. Aur tu sab se patient hai...ab kya hua?"
"Kuch saalon se aisa bilkul nehi hai tu."
Nisha scrunches her brows, clenches her fist further and rolls her eyes. "Badalna acchi baat hai Nisha, kisiko hurt karna buri baat hai...usse bhi bura hai khud ko hurt karna."
Nisha swallows the lump that is forming under her throat; she breathes and lets out a deep breath. She bites her lips then shoots a glare at Sourav. The guy has a big mouth that never shuts at any instance.
"Haan haan pata hai...gyaan ka water tank; merko yeh free service nehi chaihiye."
"Free hai, isiliye le lo...mein itna bhi bhura nehi hoon. I can't tax my own bestfriend."
Nisha narrows her eyes to the stupidest comment she has heard in a while. "Bhak!" Nisha rolls her eyes, she is sure that someday, all her friends will suck the sanity out of her head and she will really need a therapist to deal with the complications coming from the after effect.
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