I've always liked quiet people: you never know if they are dancing in a daydream or if they are carrying the weight of the world.
-John Green, Looking for Alaska.
-Aryan-
"It's not the same for everyone." She spoke, yes, finally Manasvi spoke after a long silence.
"Wha-what is not the same for everyone?" I asked, being surprised and at the same time being happy because she finally spoke.
"The thing you were speaking about, friends and all, happening teenage." She replied, not looking at me, her eyes fixed on the front.
"Yeah, I mean, yes. Everyone's teenage is not good or happening." I said, agreeing with her.
"Some people are the odd one out. They are never able to make a group of friends. They are never able to open out to anyone. They are alone. They live alone and continue to be alone forever, without anyone being by their side." Said Manasvi. Looking straight into nowhere.
"Yes. I completely understand and agree with you." I said looking at her and in that instant I felt an unknown energy which filled the atmosphere, maybe she was familiar with that energy. Maybe she knew it very well. And in that moment I saw a different light, a different fire in her eyes. Those eyes, held the anger, the anger towards the unfair world, the unfair god, maybe, and at the same time those eyes held an abundance of sadness in them, they looked tired, they were not able to bare the weight of that sadness, and out of that anger, a tear came rolling down her right cheek.
Ironically, the words of the song at that moment said, "sapnon ke devta kya tujhko karu main arpan, patjhad ki main hoon chhaya, main aansuo ka darpan, yahi mera roop hain, yahi mera rang."
Ironically, the words of the song at that moment said, "O, the lord of dreams, what should I give you, I am the shadow of autumn, I am the mirror of tears, this is my form, this is my colour."
Then I realised this song isn't a pathetic, old sad song. It has deep meaning to it. They say it right, you enjoy music when you are happy but you feel the lyrics when you are sad.
Silence again.
Manasvi wiped her tears. We didn't exchange a word after that. After a lot of hustle-bustle we reached the station. She got out of the car. I put my head on the steering wheel. I didn't look in her way that day, how could I? I made her cry, whereas I wanted to be her friend.
The cars started honking, a man tapped on my window, and said, "Sahab, aage chalo na, sab wait kar rahe hai." I replied with an "yes" and started driving my car. I heard someone say, "Mercedes hain matlab rasta apne baap ka hi hain samjhate hain log."
The cars started honking, a man tapped on my window and said, "Sir, move forward, everyone is waiting." I replied with an "yes" and started driving my car. I heard someone say, "People think that if they have a Mercedes the whole road is their father's."
I looked back after some time, but the station was long gone. I had reached Bandstand.
-Manasvi-
What does everyone think? If your life is happening, content, full of friends, everyone else's is just the same. Come up!! These rich kids haven't seen the world, the world beyond their South Mumbai, their fancy restaurant dinners, their fancy parties at those oh-so fancy clubs, their lavish vacations to London, LA, Vegas and Maldives. They just really don't know how the real world is. Infact, they don't even bother to know about it, they don't even bother to look beyond their fancy lifestyle.
Oh god!! Why am I getting angry on Aryan?He was just trying to speak with me and stating his views. There's nothing wrong with it. Afterall it's not his fault. How could it be?
What should I just do? I want someone to speak with. Ugh. I am so tired.
-Skip to the time it's night-
I should apologise Aryan for not listening to what he was saying clearly and also for not responding sooner, properly. I was so much engrossed in my own thoughts that now I don't even remember what I said in my reply. That guy, he drops me to the station everyday and I don't even pay anything in return. I don't even speak with him properly. Or atleast listen to what he is saying. If nothing else, he saves my money which I would have to spend on a rickshaw everyday. I will give him a treat tomorrow. Come on! Manasvi! He dines in the finest and the fanciest restaurants, where will you take him? It's a bad idea, drop it. Then what else? A library? Yes!!!! A library... But does he read? I mean.. is he a book lover? Of course he is.. he is terrific writer.
Books, my love, I am coming to meet you tomorrow, at your home.
-Aryan-
Will she come with me tomorrow? I already made her cry. But, I didn't do it intentionally. Maybe she was not in a good mood. Yeah she was a bit sad today. How could I not notice it? And I started to speak cheerfully where I should have asked her the reason for her silence. Now, why will she befriend me? Shit!!! Mr. AK you messed up all over again. I will apologise her tomorrow itself.
The last thought I had that night was to find out why did Manasvi cry.
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