My encounter with life #Wattys2016 #JustWriteIt

Chapter 6

I turned on the internet and saw my Whatsapp spamming up. It's the B.F.B.F. Whatsapp group, surely nothing like it sounds; it stands for Bona fide Bose family. This is the shittiest thing presently on planet, but I deal with it somehow. No way could have I read the six hundred and twenty seven messages. But my mom had personally messaged me: "READ THE WHOLE CONVERSATION." I decided to go through the messages and regret surrounded me the very next second. My unmarried relationship status is their ultimate discussion, so they have found this super suitable groom like material for me who is also a Brahmin whoa! "THANKS FOR THE ATTENTION AND CONCERN. HATE, NISHU." I dropped the message in the group and kept it on mute for a year.

I ordered a pizza and went off to sleep again. It was when the doorbell rang I leapt to open the door as hunger made me do so.

"Hey" said Aditya peeking out of the huge bouquet he held.

I said nothing and kept staring at him until I realized it's seriously him.

"Hi. What are you doing here?" I asked with broadened eyes.

"Miss Bose inviting a guest in comes under the primary lessons of etiquette" he grinned.

"O yes of course. Come on in" I said.

"Please sit here" I said while fixing the cushions. I love surprise visits but only in movies because in reality it comes more or less like a shock.

"For you" he handed me the flowers.

"Thank you"

"And this" he kept the box of chocolate on the table.

"I hope chocolates don't freak you the way it haunts Miss Alisha" he chuckled.

"Unfortunately calories are delicious. And I do not deny me the simple pleasure of eating delicious." I said and I'm doomed. Why can't I just put a barrage over my tongue?

"Seems like you're quite sorted with your preferences." He said while checking out my well decorated house.

I half smiled.

"Would you like to have some coffee?" I asked and realised in the very next moment that this is no office, there's no coffee in my house. Fortunately he turned down my hollow offer.

"I've come here to apologize" he said with genuine eyes.

"It's completely fine."

"No it isn't or else you would've made it to the cafe today."

"O yeah I'm so sorry. Actually it was just a bad day at work following with a very bad headache" I kind of substituted my family group stuff with a bad headache, and it did fit perfectly.

"So we're okay right? I mean no outstanding apologies to be paid?" he grinned.

"Definitely so"

"So um can we get into the," he paused and cleared his throat. Gosh there's just something about men clearing their throat in the middle of a conversation. It's such a turn on.

"Can we get into the important part?" he added.

I said nothing and looked at him with a confused face.

"Your version of the answers" he blurted.

"Ah yeah of course" I said. Suddenly I realized that I am wearing a pyjama and a tee which means I've lost all my chances of wooing this very sexy man. And then the reality hit me hard: doesn't matter if I wear a pyjama or a bikini, I look ugly anyway. So wooing is not even a feasible option. But I can definitely not sit in this well lit living room right in front of him broadcasting the unfavourable ratio of my figure.

"Um how about sitting in my balcony?"

"Sounds like perfect"

I took him to my balcony and made him sit there. December in Calcutta is very comfortable. The Christmas decorations on the street added cheer in the atmosphere. And the full moon felt like an icing on the cake. I took the beanbag and placed my ass.

"Mr. Jha what is your definition of love?" I asked

"Definition?" he looked confused.

"Yes. See it all depends on what you derive of the definition,"

"I don't know. But I can rely on your definition certainly." He half smiled.

I said nothing and looked at the infinite sky as if the stars were ready with the cheat papers telling me the definition for love.

"You see love is very simple and there is nothing describable about it. We do not fall in love with stages or in steps: we just fall in love, in the fraction of a second, in a moment; and then all at once we end up being in love. And we don't have any control over that moment because that's how it is meant to be, that our stars were meant to cross, and the connection has been formed, because now the affection has become undeniable." I said and paused. He looked at me with innocent eyes asking for more.

"And this is the only possible definition I could ever think of" I added.

He kept silent and for the first time silence felt appealing.

"It's very difficult to ascertain the very moment when Nadeem and Najma fell for each other because the darkness and negativity of the characters never let you go beyond the fine line created by the author. But there is this part where both of them gets into a very violent fight and Najma had a chance to grab the knife and stab him but she didn't and rather kicked him against the wall. After that Najma stood beside the window staring at the moon when Nadeem set his gaze at her. And then the author writes this piece of poetry:

'The Sun travels through the Moon,

Enlightening the Earth's dark crevices under the nightfall;

And so did she reflected the moon,

Filling him with its silver aura

His bruises that stifled pain,

Were now covered under the ashes of her soul

For the spirits have entwined its journey,

Towards their ultimate resurrection'

And in this moment of poetry when she looks at the Moon and He looks at her, is when their love blossomed its way through the ashes as a symbol of resurrection."

Silence engulfed us and for some reason I felt a deep urge of crying but I didn't because I look monstrous when crying. I wanted him to speak something as my throat was all dried up, so much of talking you see. But he didn't. He kept looking into the sky.

"I'll go grab some juice for us" I said and went to the kitchen