Forever: The phone call | Part 2 | Complete

Chapter 5

Author's note
A bigger chapter here. A peek into Ahana's confusion. What is she supposed to do? We, I am confused too. Is it good to stay in the past or is taking a step in the future a necessary option?

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The alarm rang and I turned it off. My phone was late, because for the whole night, I had been awake. I heard when the main door clicked and mom dad came home past midnight, I heard the dogs bark and fight, I even heard the newspaper guy dropping the paper. I couldn't sleep. Just couldn't.

I was still lying in bed thinking about what happened yesterday. It isn't common to be the eye of a stormy gossip in college. Especially when I'm still trying to pull my leg out of the quicksand of past. All I told myself was it has been more than eight months and not a single conversation happened between me and Abhaas. He didn't call me, did he? All he did was leave on my face.

He left that sweater. What was he expecting? Am I supposed to wait for him for god knows how long? What if he's found someone there and is already in a relationship and here I am, considering myself a sinner just because I admired a guy.

Why won't I admire him? He had power, authority, poise and respect. He saved me when a crowd of over a thirty acted as if their limbs were paralysed. Had he not interfered, I would have been in the hospital with a crushed nose and broken chin.

I can't expect the waters of life to take me back to Abhaas island. The time in the form of winds is dragging me towards a new island. I can't go against destiny, can't swim against the flow. Maybe Abhaas was meant to be just a chapter in my life. Life has so many more surprises for me. What good will it be to keep cribbing about the past, spending nights awake just thinking if it is right for me to wait for my love. Yes I loved him, but did he love me?

My teddy Kaju was staring at me, sitting on the lavender drawer shelf across my bed. His gaze was questioning, too questioning. I got up from the bed and turned his head sideways. That's better. The chapter of cream color is over, it's time for something else.

What did he call me? Rose, yes. I heard him say, take care rose. Rose, the symbol of love, the vibrant red with a tinge of maroon. It's bright, but it is in season for me. Rose it is.

I rummaged through my cupboard to find something vibrantly rose. It was quite difficult. I had too many creams in the cupboard. Well, if I occupy my cupboard with all creams, there won't be any place left for reds. The old ones have to go and new ones have to come. Finally I got a scarf, it had light golden roses printed on a cherry red background. I paired it with a plain white top and blue jeans. For a change, I used a little red color on my lips, just enough to enhance them. When I glanced at myself in the mirror, I looked different. Just different.

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The collage corridors recognised me. I could feel lots of eyes scanning me head to toe. Ignorance is bliss, especially when you want to pluck people's eyes out and play marbles with those. Or even better, use them as golf balls and throw them far enough.

I entered the class and got seated on my usual seat. Yes, I placed the back on the next seat again; safety first. I might as well install a board saying no Sampriya clones will be entertained. Having said that, I opened my phone and was about to open Instagram when a hand pushed my purse and a person sat next to me. My mind was screaming deja Vu and I was scared to look at the person's face.

I said without even turning my face towards the person,“That seat is reserved for someone else you see.”
“Reserved for an old friend like me?”
The voice was familiar and I whipped my face towards her. Woila! It was none other than Myra. She looked smart and beautiful. Her face had a better glow, her eyes had life. The earlier arrogance and hatred was not there.