Distance is also vital

Chapter - 5

Misha

Prateek

It's okay.. It would be better if you would have told me earlier. Everybody makes mistakes after all. Just block this account and give me your phone number. And how can you say it's the last day we are talking. It's a new start. Love you.

This reaction was probably the last thing I'd except. My lips curved in a smile and I literally started jumping in the sofa with excitment just like a little kid. My happiness could not be compared with anything on this earth.

We started calling daily after the day after my parents slept. I would go to the terrace to speak even when the sky was murkiest. The cool breeze was not very soothing months of january but his voice was. Even we remained silent at times, it wasn't awakward.

My mind was always drowning in his thoughts. The idea of him not being in my life was haunting . I wanted to take it further. Meet him. But everytime I spout about it, he would change the topic. Suddenly it felt like the distance between us was really becoming distance or rather he would open up less. Give some compliments to me at times but the vibes, they were gone. Two months flew over so agile. I wish I could catch the time.

I came home early. Mom and dad weren't home today . My Aunt was at hospital. I had to her a visit too. As I got ready to go, the rain drops filled the window glass. It was raining heavenly.

I made my way through the roads with huge pot holes. I managed to skip all of them until I noticed a guy standing on the other side wearing a black hoodie. My umbrella was about to blow due to the speedy winds. It was Aksh. He started the engine of his bike and turned it towards me. He was a life saver.

I desired to reach as fast as possible. At the time I reached I came to knew that my parents already left. I still went to visit my aunt.

The hallways were quite. It was scary to think that many were born here and many died. Some got better and some worse. I walked through the corriders and accidentally clashed with a guy, I was about to fell down but managed to pull myself up. It was Rishabh. He stood in front of me in a guilty expression.

"Oh, Long time. " I said since he wasn't saying anything. Rishabh was one of my childhood friends. We studied in same school from Nursery until we changed our stream in class 11. We kept connect but didn't talk much. But now friendship was close to my heart. He was nice but sarcastic. One thing I knew for sure was that he would hurt no one and his obsession with punk music.

"Yeah.. where are you going?" He asked.

"Room No. 17, Third floor." I looked at the pass.

"Oh, I'm going to the same room to meet my mother, Let's go together." He explained.We headed towards the elevator.

I sat and caressed her hands . She slept soundly like a baby. I stood up and saw him sitting next to a young women. I smiled just in order to give him some hope. But he asked me to sit to him. There were still fifteen mintues left for the visiting hours to end so It didn't seem like a bad idea. We started discussing about our lives, Career , education and all. It was his friend who was terribly. I liked how he cared so genuinely. It was until he asked a question and this conversation took a strange turn.

"So are you single?" He asked. This question made me think. Techanically, I was in a relationship but only Siya and Muskan knew about it. I had no mutual friends so it felt safe. It was like typing google in google. The thing would be similiar.

"Yes, I guess." I said.

"Ohh, wow you still have that habit of saying 'I guess'. You are bringing me class 12th memories. Who is that lucky or maybe unlucky guy?" Rishabh questioned while he smirked. Tricky enough. When I said yes, telling the name wouldn't hurt.

"He's P- Prateek Apte." I blushed.

It was when he froze. His eyes became huge. He took two deep breaths. "Oh." He said in very anxious voice. I had no idea what to say. 'The time is up'The nurse came up and yelled. We had no way but to go. In the elevator, he avoided me to the core.

I said 'Talk to me" two times but he didn't responded. I felt like I was the one disturbing him. I found the way. To go to the hospital again tomorrow but before Mom and dad would come so I could catch him and talk about it. I didn't even had his phone number or social media account. Even if I would find him in facebook. Talking with him in actual life would be a lot better.

I came back home dry. Thank god the rain stopped. I hated rain or rainy days. I let the water from the  umbrella drain in the varanda. Mom and dad still weren't home. I was worried. I called mom to know that that they were in market. Relief.

I texted prateek. "Hey". I went to kitchen to make some tea and snacks. It was delightful to have the smell of cookies and snacks. It was all mine! I switched on the tv for some background stimulation. After some I heared a knock on the gate. It was them unlocking. After spending some time with them I went to my room.

Even after one hour no reply. It was bugging me. He was online why didn't he even seen my text. As the hours swiped away it was night. The usual time when we used to call on phone call. I sat on the stairs with my phone in hand tapping the ground with my feet. Waiting. Waiting. Oh, please somebody could make the wait over!

I called him  myself.

Ring..

Ring Ring…

Ring Ring Ring…

The customer that you are calling is currently busy.

I texted him in every possible social media account. No seen , No reply. I jumped on my bed and tried to sleep. Recalling the day. Was telling this to Rishabh , a mistake?  I should to talk to him tomorrow but the bad news? Aunt was going to be discharged tomorrow. Is was actually something to be joyful about it.  But I was worried. I search his name but well, I forgot what his surname was.