Yumme (U-mei)

chapter 4

July 25, 2016

"hmm, Sunday huh" I woke up reluctantly  and dragged myself over to nearest pit stop. My,my time flies fast these days. I have been meeting with her for few days and we got to know each other better over course of five days. If I put it like that it sounds petty. Initially, I thought she was a cheery girl. But that wasn't the case. She is every bit cold-hearted as me. I like that. Well, given the cuteness, I like it is acceptable to be cold. If not arrogant. But,  I hope she doesn't have any arrogant  personas. Anyways it's Sunday and I don't seem to have any plans. I am just gonna go to nearby park and hangout for a bit.

Well, there is some sort of paradgim shift in recent days. I shifted from friends to this girl. "bros before hoes"  if anything I am gravely dismembered this 'sacred' rule. I travel towards the park. The park is supposed to be in centre geographically in our community. I sit on a bench and began scrolling through stories on instagram. Looks like everyone is having fun. The park, a place supposed to be children's playground is empty. It's strangely empty on a Sunday morning. What are kids these days doing? I lift my head and saw Monika coming towards me.

"hey what's up?" I greeted her with a smile.

"nothing,I was just going to get veggies from market and here I found you."

"so, what are your plans for today?"

" I am as bored as ever, I am basically free after I deliver these."

"yeah, you should probably do that first."

"well, I do have time on my hands." she sat beside me on the bench with community specified distance.

"don't you think it's strange that park is empty on sunday morning." I shared my thoughts.

"well yes, it is strange. It's as if the reality is shifting it's course to make us isolated."

"Nah, thats not what I meant but, that could be true."

"it's strangely empty and quiet. So strange that it's almost like we own the rights to this place."

"that's an exaggeration, but, a child can't deny the existence of a park. If they do,  it's like a human denying food for his entire life."

"existence is relative, for something to 'exist' there must be a reference point or view."

"hmm, that's something to ponder over. "

"well, anyway I will be on my way. Bye!"

"bye."

There is some truth in the way she speaks. It's like she is experienced. Almost as if she is being denied of her existence for sometime by someone. The wind changes its direction. Swift breeze converted to stationary air. Almost stagnant. It's like a foreshadowing something bad. Like a downward spiral that you can never come out of. If we follow her train of thought, everything can exist and not exist at the sametime. It's just a matter of reference. Back to original topic of playground being empty.

"kids these days huh..... "I mutter while I exit playground. I sound like a man in fourties.

Contradictions are part of this very nature of existence. If something exists, then counter for something will exist, whether it is acknowledged or not.

Talking about contradictions, I am concerned about the state of affairs in the class. Mid Exams are just a month away.

I wandered back to house. It's not gonna work out. All this love ordeal.

(The next day. )

"hey, do you know Monika from class 11-D." I asked abhishek while reaching for pen to play bingo with him.
"Yea, the new girl. What about her? "
"nothing,i am just asking about her.
She seems interesting, from my point anyway. "
"well, from what I hear, she is a honors student out of St Joseph high school next town. Hard to approach. Apparently has boyfriend and has ongoing relationship, not sure though."

"hmm,not so generic. Anything else?"

"oh, yeah there were some rumors  of some love triangles in her previous school. So, it's better not to get Involved with."

"sure, hit me up if get anything on her. "

"I am pretty sure 'interesting' criteria doesn't mean to ask lot of questions.  But hey, it's cool."

I began to play bingo, maybe its better to confirm about her boyfriend first then I can see where this goes. This is turning into a soap opera. A complicated chore of finding out her status.