Let it Go

8 - Apology

Sangram's POV

I came home from college very late; I was sitting in garden for hours. Today is the worst day of my life. Shruti is not talking with me and is ignoring me like a stranger. I am trying to sleep but that is not coming.

Shru's sad face is all I can think about. I can't stand her sad face, its killing me. Her mood directly affects my mood, she is sad; I am sad, and she is happy; I am ecstatic. I like stage of ecstasy, I love her happy face. I unlocked my phone and rummaged through our photos. In every picture she was giving her full-blown smile. Now her sad face is like a black dot on a white paper. Watching our photos, happy moments came rushing to me, making me smile.

One of the pic was from beach, she enjoyed so much on the beach when she first time saw the sea. That was one of our outings with the entire group. She was behaving like a child in candy store. Soaked in water from head to toe, splashing water on everyone else. Shru is so simple, easy to please, caring, typical Indian wife material. She is a girl anyone would like to have as a wife.

'Whoa!!! Dude WIFE? Seriously? What is wrong with you Sangram? You are not clear about your feelings yet. She is not your girlfriend YET, and you are thinking about her as your wife.' My brain chided my mind.

'I said any guy's dream wife, I didn't say my wife.' My mind replied back.

Before my mind and brain get in to a fight like they show in cartoons or serials. One is a black self and another is a white self, arguing over something and confusing the guy. I pulled both my mind and my brain out of the thoughts of Shru by playing videos on YouTube. It is better to occupy myself in something. Once sadness was gone by comedy shows from YouTube, I was soon fast asleep.

Kritika and I went together to college as we both live on same side of city. I know how hectic it is to travel by local or bus. Previously I used to give ride to Shru but now she has her own bike so she doesn't need me. I was going on my own since Shru brought her bike, and I thought it is appropriate to offer her ride.

Today, I am going to have a talk with Shru, why she is not talking with me? I want to know the answer of what went wrong. Instead of Shru on her place at our desk Swara greeted me. I was disappointed would be the understatement of the year. Swara gave me apologetic smile; I reciprocated her action giving her smile of my own. My eyes searched for Shru and there she was sitting at Swara's desk, shoulders were drooped, face sullen & eyes were down casted. She was scribbling something in her THAT notebook.

Once Shru told me that she wanted to write a book, but never got a chance to write. She keeps THAT book with her all the time. Whenever she is inspired enough to write a book she writes it down in THAT book.

"Shru, what are you writing? Why in this old sullen book?"

" When did you arrive?"

"Don't change the topic. Shru, you always do that. If you don't want to tell me anything you change subject. Please don't try to hide anything from me I know you are eventually going to show it to me. Please tell me, I am curious."

"Don't laugh at me. It is special for me."

"I won't do that, I promise."

"Okay. I wanted to be a writer. And I started to write but because dad forced me to at least do a graduation. So here I am taking my degree and writing book whenever I can."

"WOW! A writer! But if you wanted to be a writer then what is the problem."

"He suggested that I should have my degree with me. If I became a successful writer then it is well and good. And if not then you can maintain it as habit."