My philophobic girl

Prologue

We had been sitting on the water tank next to my house for half an hour now, without muttering a word. I had never been able to hold such heavy silence in the company of Vishal, my cousin-cum-best friend.

Honestly, I would have preferred sleeping rather than this idiotic and dramatic bout of silent meditation. Sleep, it was my only escape from the stabbing pain. But no matter how much I tried to lose myself to the peaceful state of numbness, my emotions never felt rested. They churned and whipped and wrecked havoc, raw and snarling but refusing to make space. So I was thinking of sleeping at this juncture. Much avoided but a much required one sleep.

It is funny how some people can affect you in the worst way possible.

"Umm..Gautam?" Vishal muttered looking down to the meadows which spread to his right.

"..so, now that you have had enough time to think, I would like to fill this abyss existing around us. Go for it." he said playing with the cubes in his soda with the straw

"Go for what?" I asked, petulantly prolonging the inevitable.

"Come on man! I am your brother. You can ALWAYS open-up to me." He said, frustrated.

"That's not the point, man. My story..it's uh..you may find it bo-o-oring. And it doesn't have a happy ending either." Her face flashed again and I tried to shoo it away as wind itched my moist eyes.

"That much is obvious."- he rolled his eyes, " duh man, will you just spill it! Just look at you, you don't even look like a human now. You NEED to get it out, constrict those raging emotions in words and let them go. I can feel your heart rotting away.."

"But...."

"We've lots of time!!" He growled, having my stupid responses, by heart.

I sighed as the last of sun's rays blinded my blurry sight for a while as it reflected over my face by Vishal's watch. He cupped his hands against his head to lied down.

"Okay,but if I get one,even one call from home, we are off."

"Okay. Done-dona-done!" Vishal assured me.

Today, my pre-boards of 10+2 ended, at last. But the hope which had fuelled all my happiness all these years, also experienced a painful end.

We had just came for a walk and soda, or so had Vishal said. But alas, with the soda-,walk package came the painful finale of it all. With the words slipping out of my mouth, I knew it would all become more real, like the wounds cut again with a sharp knife, becoming more real, more unavoidable and more painful.

I sat with my hands tightly gripping the rusted railings of the water tank. It was at least a 100 foot tall structure, I estimated.

I felt the breeze brush away my hair just like she did; soft and soothing.

Piya, her eyes immensely seductive and beautiful yet archiving a million dreams and an adorable innocence. Though what really added cream to the cake was her messed up mop of hair; as black as a moonless night, the way they fell on her bright eyes and the way she looked through the strands, too annoyed to brush them away, set my heart into an overdrive. Her lips possessed a pout with a natural faded hue of pink. She was the beacon of innocence and beauty to me...at least she had looked like one. My heart ached, complaining at the amount of emotions I was pressing it on with.

Thinking of her again, I relented to Vishal's request and my heart to her, again.