Into the SUN

Chapter 15

She sat next to Ayesha in the class. She was weeping, tried to hide as per possible. But she couldn't stop herself.

Seeing him okay and there, in front of her, she couldn't believe it. It was like river coming out of her eyes. She couldn't breathe properly. There was the only one reason that she couldn't able to stop herself was the thought of not seeing him again. Never. It was may be the last.

She thought that it might be better to end that. He will be free and happy and safe. No torture. Nothing.

She opened her bag where she kept his that plastic pen cap flower. Always. With her.

She gave it back to him. She noticed that he took it and looked very angry. He crushed it in his hand and gave it to Namit.

She became afraid. What she had done.
She said Ayesha to say him that she wanted that back.

He gave her back. He didn't look at her.
She was looking at him. As if he had became a stone. She saw a glitter of tears at his corner of his eyes.

He was a boy. He was strong. But he did had emotions, feelings. Boys do cry. But not like Girls. Crying is more painful for a boy who knows emotions. He cried for that crazy girl who was sitting three feet away from him and cried in front of everyone.

When the class dismissed, he left as soon as possible and went away. He didn't say a single thing.

What she would think that was a big question. Was he going to breakup? Was he really going to change the batch? Did Namit said her the truth? A bunch of questions. Not a single word.

Her heart was crushing her. Painful. What she could do about it? Nothing. She was stressed. So much of thoughts, weeping, crying. She wanted to go back to her mother and just forgot about everything what happened that day.

She went for school. Devastating. She sat alone. She felt betrayed by her friends.

When the bell rang, she came out of school. It was raining outside. She was tired of crying in the morning. She was about to loose his pen cap flower in the class. Her intuition again warned her that something must be very bad going to happen.

She opened her umbrella and somehow her hands got cut deeply in the steel of umbrella. It was bleeding. She tried to stop the bleeding by sucking. With that cut,she went towards the station. Then suddenly a boy came in front of her. She didn't know who was him and handed her a letter and say," This is for you from Sourav." Then he went away. She had lost her words. She forgot to say him thank you. At a loss.

She opened the letter....

There was a letter and a drawing of two couples sitting beside a river. A water colored unfinished sketch.

Her hands were shaking and her mind was out of control by the thoughts of what she was going to read. It might broke her into million pieces.

I can't do this anymore. They are torturing me. I can't. I am sorry. I have to let you go. None will love you the way I love. But I have to back off. Otherwise you will be humiliated. I am so sorry. We can be still friends but this is not. I am sorry. I know that I am hurting you, you might hate me. Then please, hate me. Forget about me.

She wanted to cry. It was his handwriting. She thought that she might faint. Her hands were cold. Knees were shaking. She wanted to cry out loud. She closed the umbrella and walked towards the platform in the rain. It was heavy raining then.

Everyone thinks that raining is the most beautiful romantic thing in the world. It always gives peace. Not for him. Not for her. It was the worst day, she could had ever imagined.

For her, Rain was the ultimate sadness of nature. Carrier of sadness. Expression of tears. Ultimate sadness of her.

When she reached to home, her mother saw that she was coming. Completely drenched in rain. She was sure that something worst had happened to her.
When she looked at her eyes. Her eyes were full of tears. They both looked at each other.

She now lost control of her tears. She bursted in to tears in front of her mother. She hugged her.

She gave her the letter. She had no idea how to cheer her up. But she tried her best.

She told her to cry, not to keep any pain inside her, left it out.

She did it. But she was tired. So much. Tired of crying. Tired of thinking. She had no way to talk to him. She couldn't. She felt asleep.....