Once I talk to me.

Day 1

Hey Diary it's me Niharika again... 

I am here again with to talk about an incident happened about more than a year ago...

It was the night of November 18 and year was 2016, when a message popped out on my screen, the website was opened where I use to write some stories earlier. They were my, like my beginning platform, about more than 90 episodes were already written and from first 25 I was already having some loyal fans, lol! Don't know whether to say fans of friends anyways let it be... so I was saying that I was writing like a beginner and then there I met a person who was silently stalking me all the way long and that night for the first time I got to know that the stalker was actually a stalker who was from different field and different platform of writing and the message popped was "Hi.. can you please read my article I am writing on a different topic but daily as you" and initially my reply was "okay you can send me the link I will for sure". That was the first night conversation at all, nothing behind that and nothing forward to it, I am kind of introvert person talking to strangers is like hell to me though some people I met there I am still talking to them, but talking to someone on that website DM was hell crap because in my opinion it was a waste tab, and still it is, people were continuously messaging me regarding my story plot my writings and some were for increasing their contacts with me and I was getting frustrated of that very badly and in result I started ignoring the notifications. Whenever I was there writing on my article pad and side by side on scrolling bar the notifications were getting on popping out like a trash bin "you have a new private message! You have new comments on your wall by new users" and ignoring that I was continuing my work then after doing so I was about to click on that close button tab when a notification popped out "you have a message from the following user" it was she... the same person and the first thing which lead me to watch out that message was "thank you for your appreciation It really means to me I was so happy to see your comment there" after looking up the message my thought was " do she really means!! Or its just... who knows let it be" and I replied with one smiling emoji code there "😊" and switched off the screen. When the article was uploaded I ignored the comment section over there as my habit was to check out all the notifies at night when everyone is ended up with reading them and new articles have been uploaded by the other passionate writers mine was a slow blooming dandelion which was flying with very low speed that when they use to reach to people there were already tons of articles been uploaded and, so much of articles that I had to find my own article in those piles of articles and then after about three pages flipping out continuously I found it and when I opened it reading all the comments as usual the first person was my regular and crazy reader then second was following by and third was the genuine reader of all the articles like this about 10 to 12 comments were there hardly which usually makes me sad because on other articles there were more than 20 then following all the comment I reached at end and there it was... her comment... and my eyes were popped out of shock because it was seriously long then ever the record of longest comment was recorded by my reader as well friend but it was hers I couldn't believe my eyes it took time to read all that and slowly a smile was curving throughout my face, but as usual my trust issues over my article controlled me and then logging in to the page I started writing another one when suddenly a message popped out it was again hers... she was online at that time and again praising about my writing and asking about reading hers and I was again and again replying with "Okay thanks 😊" and "yes dear why not 😊" because it was really hard for me to talk to anyone specially when I was not habituated for talking to anyone but this girl was again and again making me feel that "let's see what she will say" and as the time spent the conversation started to increase but to the faith they were my end days on that website there due to shortage of readers I had to stop myself there because even new readers were also having the response and mine was still blank filled with only 3 to 4 regular readers who wished me to continue my story but my point was that it is not my platform anymore and I will not. It was so hard to end the story there on the point where I wasn't going to end it and like this conversation also stopped. In my thoughts I thought that she would have been over with her craziness and at least till 10 days I didn't visited the website again. One day with a random wish of reading others article I visited the website again and what I found was shocking my article was having more than 12 comments and my Inbox was showing 10 to 12 messages, when I opened that message I found only person who was dropping the message daily or in a single day I don't know but there were actually back to back messages by the same person I thought she is willing to talk with me and asking about any social media account I closed the page. Next day when I intentionally opened the inbox there was a message again that "I don't have any media account but what's app" What's app... now this was the word where I screw up because this was the thing which was on my phone but it is place of alive people was still a myth for me because despite of having more then 100 contacts in my phone as well as what's app there wasn't a single pop up or notification from that app on my phone and this girl was asking my what's app no!!!! I thought for a while and then wrote my number in reply and then there was first pop up on what's app ever first time what's app was having notification and when clicked it, it was she... that's how finally the conversation start and slowly she became the narrator and I became the listener, every night her presence was the proof that I cant stay bore anymore, she became my secret teller and I became her secret keeper, she became my advice seeker and I became her adviser, that's how she became my younger sister from another mister and I became her elder sister, habituated of following the relations blindly I will do it for ever despite of everyone forgetting me that "once there was...." And this line will get it's another story to share. Don't know people will remember me till end or not but I have many "once there was...." In my life to share rather then "still I have..." so a scared heart like this found a way to come out of a trauma of being alone and an introvert was now slightly an extrovert.