So this is when I was quite young. 15 or 16 may be. It all started via the internet.
Meeting random people on social media and posting to them had become a thing for everyone these
days. We met via Facebook. Her name was Aisha Thakur. I don’t even remember how she came into
my friend list. But I remember with the haste she left.
This was one of those incidence where such contrast thing happened in the blink of an eye.
Let us begin with a post. A post by me wishing everyone a happy holidays on Facebook. As all ways
no one had any fucks to give and simple likes of family members was all I was expecting. But this year
something completely unnatural happened. A comment. That perhaps must be the beginning of my
valiant story. Aisha commented back to it. To my surprise I didn’t even knew she existed somewhere
in my friend list. So I messaged her back, thanking her and for no reason at all we started to
converse. As they say the least significant thing sometimes leads to the most beautiful places.
As it turned out we had a lot in common. One thing you must understand is we both, till that point
had not met. Nor we had ever talked to each other. It was just an fb chat. As every despo guy would
do, I decided to look into her profile. NOTHING. No photos, least updates and no identification at all.
Spam was the first thing that came into my mind. But even I had no fucks to give so ignorance was
the card I decided to play.
After a few chats this became interesting. We never used to be online at the same time. So if I were
to say ͞hello͟ today, a reply used to come few days later. Though we both couldn’t come online
together but we both tried our best to keep the conversation alive. This was very special to me.
I never had much exposure with any females up to this point. And the inferiority complex in me
always made me a jerk in front of chicks. But here the case was completely different. Since we had
never seen each other I had no reason to worry. I could say anything. Express myself any way and not
worry about it. After all the fear of rejection from someone had no role to play here. Perhaps this
was the reason why she had such interest in me.
The most special thing I felt about her . one thing I have noticed thoroughly in my life about hot
chicks is that they never make an effort to talk to you. Its always the guy who has to start the
conversation. Its always the guy who tries hard to keep the convo interesting. Its so stupid to hear
but very true. At least its always been with me. That’s why I kept my distance from such people.
But this was different. Here we both tried hard to talk to each other. Perhaps we both were loners. A
female, trying hard to talk with me, that too on the daily basis. This completely blew my mind off.
After few months our occasional chatting became an everyday event. Couple will get this, that its
very difficult a topic everyday to chat with someone. Though you both want to talk to each other, as
it makes you feel happy, but at the after a few ͞hi hellos͟ there is nothing left to say. And stale
conversation are the beginning of the end of every relationship.
But here it was completely the opposite. Each and every day, from somewhere, we had a new topic
to talk about. This was a great deal for me. I never had such experience with someone. Especially
with a person of opposite sex. It was as if I met my best friend online. Hours and hours of endless
chats we had. The best part was we still remained friends. The bullshit nonsense of love and affection
we managed hard to avoid from this relationship. After all sharing of feelings and expressingourselves to someone, who in return understand us, comforts us is all what one seeks from
friendship.
This was hell of an awesome time for me.
One day out of nowhere we exchanged numbers. I can’t clearly remember who’s idea it was but we
did. This was a step ahead in our friendship .From chatting with a random profile, with a blonde girl
walking across a farm profile pic, to actually talking one to one on mobile. This I guess is one of those
things I should have not done. Perhaps then we would still been friends.
To my surprise she called in a minute.
͞hello kartik?͟ she said.
͞ ͞ oh my god. That voice. I can still remember that voice. I was stunned. Its the
feeling you have when you feel a lot of emotions at the same time. I was surprised, happy, stunned
and joyful at the same time.
͞hello, uhhh Aisha....HI.͟
͞ ͞.not a word. For a while both of us were quite. In my head all I could think of
was͟ why is she not saying anything, did she didn’t liked my voice, am I that bad to sound. Fuck man I
knew I shouldn’t have given her my number. What do I do, what do I do.͟
It sound absurd now but I had a gazillion thoughts within few seconds.
͞ how you’ve been?͟ she finally said.
͞ I I am good͟ //why the hell I am stammering.
͞ Dude relax, why are you panicking. We have been friends for a year now.͟
͞ wow it’s been a year. Amazing man."
"apne bare mei kuch bata na yar"
"are kya bat hei, apko hindi bhi ati hei." i said.
"c'mon dude. stop being so modest and flirty. you know what?"
"WHAT?" //aww crap. this is not going anywhere good.
" lets just be perfectly honest to each other. i mean all the time. whatever it is, we'll talk it face to
face." she said.
"what do you mean by face to face??"
" i mean no playing games. what you feel about me, you tell it to my face. no wordplay, saying
something in trick language and then expecting me to crack the word." she said.
" dude relax. it's not like we are dating or anything. i mean thats the most wonderful thing in our
friend ship. we both dont give a shit about each other."
"hahahaha!!! thats true."
(and after a few moments of awkward silence)
i still cant remember what we spoke that day but one thing for sure we had hell of a lot talk that
night. and every other night after that. we no longer remain acquiant. we were now much more than
friends. she was much greater than just a friend but also not my girlfriend.
one thing i had a conformation about her was that, she was loaded. quite rich and upper class i
guess. this was because she used to call me everyday. like everyday. i mean its one thing to call
someone for a few minutes and then hang up but a whole other thing to speak for hours on useless
topics like (space for a useless topic ill write later).
but it was never about the thing we discussed but about the time we spent listening to each other.
its like one of those things with a special person, when you just want to hear their voice. you are so
affected by them that you just want to hear their voice each and everyday. no matter how fuckall the
content may be, just the feeling of knowing that their is somone in this world who cares of what i
think, drives you to live. there is someone who agress that (some stupid comparison and agreement
which must be cute for both girs and boys so that de reder goes awwww).
obviously after sooo much of sharing i started to take this seriously. and by that i mean, i started to
think about her. a worst mistake any guy can do is THINK. //to this day i regret that.
i started thinking as to why this girl is so intrested in me. i mean in me. dumbfuck who is so desperate
for love, barely qualifies as masculine and has such crooked looks.
i guess she is just pathetic and despo is me. wow. that is awesome. finally someone like me. oh god
hope i dont fall in love woth her. but what if i do. oh no. that will be so bad. but i think i am. but then
what about Richa.
insane thought like this used to flew by my mind much faster than the speed of light. at first i thought
all this thinking is pretty much what girls do and no boys would ever think like that. so perhaps even i
should not think like that.Ohh such girly thing to do, was all i kept telling myself. all this stupidity
finally came to an end when i realised that all this was a scam.
(this must be an end. next chapter must begin now as a good suspense is created b the last line.)
(//NEXT CHAPTER)
" what's up bro. how you have been"
" comon Aishu, dont brozone me so fast. at least wait till i first hit on you."
" hahahaha idiot. so you ate anything."
" ya. just had some rice at dinner. what about you Aishu.?" i asked.
" acha listen yaar. i need to tell you something really important."
"okay say." i replied.
" just dont flip out okay?"
"flip out on what. dude you are confusin me, just come straight to the point."
" i never wanted it to happen this way man. i am so sorry. i wish we could have done it diffrently.."
"Oh fuck. you are pregnant?" i was hammered.
" what the fuck. dude shut up this is serious. i am not pregnant."
"then why are you saying it as if we had sex without protection and now you have my child and i
have your herpies."
"what an asshole you are dude. stop making me laugh. this is serious. i am really very sorry but i have
got to tell you the truth now."
"before i come there and punch you in your face for not clearing off the suspense, tell me quickly."
" i lied to you, i am not Aisha Thakur. i am sorry."
"what do you mean you are not Aisha. i saw your profile dude. we have chatted for so many months
now. what the fuck??"
"relax relax. i never had a fb account. its my friend. Aisha Thakur. it was her account. she is quite
good friend of mine and she never used her account. her mom does not allow her. so at times i
logged in to her account. one day i just opened one of her chats with you and started reading what
you two where talking about."
"what?? i mean how coul..."
"listen to me yaar. dont start judging so soon. wait for it.
so i started reading your chats and at first like every other girl would do, i too declared you despo
and thought the only reason you wanted to chat was to get in my pant. i mean Aisha's pants. but
then i read the entire thing and you seemed quite intresting to me."
"oh my god. this is huge. its like spamming someone with a fake profile." i replied.
" i wont disagree. its true. but i had my reasons. i asked Aisha if i could chat with him instead of you. i
even thought of telling you right there that i was not her. but she said it would be better if we didnt
told you anything. and so thats how it all begun."
" but why. i mean why would you. was those messages that intresting. and above all how do i know
to which person i was chatting. to which person i send all thos mails of hope and laughter and life
and all that crap. to which person i shared some of my darkest secrets about relationships. to which
one of you i was about to fall.... i mean, you know what i mean."
"it was me man, the whole time. it was me. dude what we got here is so precious. this is nothing like
a normal relationship. though we are both so perfect for each other and still both of us want such
same things from this friendship."
"whatever." and then i hung up.
