TOXIC DATE

MISSING HER ?

He says he is lonely, Horribly lonely Because of this love, he feels for her. She says she is lonely too but she doesn't say why?

ASHER'S POV

I adjusted myself on the couch, while I saw her fiddling with her books on the desk. She is still the same, even after years..she still reminds me of that stupid girl who used to fantasize about her life from those fictional romcom books. Hardly do people realise that it's very difficult to have that deep love written in books found as real. Until someone really wants to turn your long awaited lovely dreams into realities. If life was dreamy and fantastic and real as written in the book, there were no need for writing any books on the perfect love life then.

I can see her hair strand disturbing her, while she is busy fiddling with her stupid chores. She has been like this from the time I have known her. Definitely we were literature batch benchmate...but this annoying girl ignored me every while, as if I wasn't sitting next to her. And I....I used to stare at her every now and then trying to study all the little details of her. One could find solace in her large intimidating eyes, they were capable of captivating everyone's attention if they want to, she never did all those makeup stuffs but still always had those intense perfectly laden eye makeup. I don't know if she ever got compliments but if we weren't on enemy terms I would have died for her looks.

She is still very same, but now she puts a lot of kohl in her eyes , red tint on her lips, and have grownup a bit in size too. She definitely focuses more on her self care and it's probably because now she is not a college girl, she is grown up and married. I think married woman love dressing up a lot.

Suddenly I realise there was noone standing in front of me, where was she? I stood up and the moment I reached the study table, I found all the stuffs kept the way it has been since past one week. So yet again I was hallucinating about her being here while she was away. Within a little span of time, I have started to grow concious about her, I started to feel something for her and yet this feeling is unknown.

Surprisingly she is going to stay with her mother for a little more time. Aunty is soon going to find a deep peace in the eternal sleep. Her death and somewhat made Ira worried to hell. She is not ready to accept that her mother will leave her very soon. Life is beautiful but death has always been a painful truth. The moment we are born, a death sentence is charged upon us. We don't know the reason, why? It's just that it's the only truth of our life. But when we come to know that someone close to us is dying, dying daily in bits and pieces, someone we always wanted to be close too. Then it pains us more than it can ever be expressed.

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LAST WEEK

"IRA...Ira......" And suddenly I stopped. I found her sitting in the back garden of our house, surrounded by large forest trees, and deep valleys.

"I was searching for you....and you are here. What is this behaviour..you have got such a nice home and you decided to spend your time in this cold dark forest" I was acting as if I was pissed seeing her there, instead I was smiling from inside. It became my habit to tease her and she would reply with a stupid irritated tone the next to counter attack me

But today, she was not speaking. Neither she got pissed, nor she snapped back at me. I mean today she didn't even care to look back and see that I was standing behind her.

Was she fine? A voice that came inside from my heart.

Stepping a little close towards her, I heard her silent sobs. Something broke inside my heart..huh?! What happened?...why was she crying?

Were my words or teasings that became the cause of her sorrow.

I stepped in close and sat beside her. Seeing her eyes focussing on the valleys. There was emptiness in her eyes, tears were welled up in the corners. It gave her eyes a bloodshot look and eyelids were puffy, Her Face looked red and blotchy which has traces of dry tears.Which means she was not upset because of me..she had been crying for a long time.