Will You Write With Me

8

‘Don’t call her, don’t text her, meet her personally. Apologize to her. She will understand’ – Navya’s voice rang inside my brain and woke me up that morning. I woke up from the bed by cleaning my drool. It was 6 in the morning and it was the first time I woke up early after reaching Kolkata. I didn’t had a great last day. I lost my best friend and also, I lost the girl I loved. I had a feel of guilt inside me, recklessly pounding my heart. ‘Why did I do that to her? Why did I slayed my best friend for someone, who can never be mine? How am I going to earn her forgiveness?’, I asked myself. I wanted to tell her that I didn’t mean anything I said that day. I wanted to beg her for mercy. As Navya’s voice rang inside my brain often, I gave myself to that idea. Without giving it a second thought, I took a cab to Meera’s hostel. I had no idea about what was going to happen. She would slap me, or even worse, she would punch me on my face. ‘Whatever she is going to do, I deserve it’, I thought. I reached her hostel by 7.30 in the morning. It was a ladies hostel, and I could not sneak in. And I could not stay all day outside and staring inside the hostel, it would be unfitting. So, I decided to give her a text.
I am outside your hostel. Come down here please.
I waited for fifteen more minutes after sending her the text. I received no response. She was punishing me, and I knew it. Afterall, she was my friend and she had all the rights to punish me.
I am truly outside your hostel. Don’t act like this. I cannot sneak inside. If I keep standing here, then I would probably get arrested by Kolkata police.
My second message flew to her mobile. Again, another fifteen minutes passed. No sign of anything. I was fed up and decided to break inside the hostel. I took some steps forward promptly; but my legs came to a halt once I grasped Meera’s presence. She was coming out from her hostel, with a hostile look on her bookish face. She walked slowly and stood before me. She didn’t utter a word. Her eyes were not ready to see me. “Are you okay?”, I asked her with a concern.
She nodded her head reluctantly.
“Sorry”, I said in shame. She didn’t react to that either.
“I really didn’t mean to hurt you. I don’t know why I said those words, but I truly didn’t mean that Meera. I swear to God”, I pleaded. She slowly turned her gaze on me and suddenly, gave a heavy knock on my head. The heaviest, I had ever received. I placed my one hand on my head and cried inside in pain. My face had no reaction to express.
“I know you didn’t mean it. But why you took so long to confess this personally?”, she said with tears rolling out from her eyes. She took her spectacle off and wiped her tears off.
“Do you know how much I cried last day?”, she cried again.
I stood there mum as I had no words to control her emotions. She started to weep. I hastily hugged her tight to make her feel warm and loved.
“I am sorry”, I said hugging. She kept weeping for some minutes, and I kept hugging her till then. That day, Meera by some means managed to obtain leave and we had planned for a hangout. It was our last hangout in Kolkata. I told her that Darshit and Navya were engaged. And she didn’t react much to that. She was not very happy when I talk something about Navya. So, I decided to abandon Navya’s topic that day. We were in some street, tasting sweet and juicy Rasgullas.
“I am going Chennai tomorrow”, I said by enjoying the taste of a Rasgulla.  She looked me in shock.
“Oh”, she replied mono-syllabically.
“Will board flight at 4.00 Pm”, I said.
“You can go back Sunday. I will drop you till airport”, she said. She was the one who asked me to go back home, but she was not very happy then when I told her that I was going back. She was worried. She pleaded for a leave with her manager for our hangout, and it was obvious that she would not receive another leave to drop me till airport the next day.
“No worries yar. I can manage alone”, I said and flashed a bright smile on my face. And I received a wide gloomy smile back from her.
                The next day, I was about to board a flight to Chennai. I sent a text to Navya about my journey back to Chennai. I had mentioned that I was not well there and hence I was about to travel back to my home. And also, I didn’t fail to show my gratitude for her assist. After few minutes, I received a reply from her.
Oh God! Are you okay? You could have gave me a call. Anyways, take care. Ping me once you landed in Chennai.
Her message seemed to be very kind and lovable. But she was the one who told Darshit that I was hitting on her. Never judge a person with their text, whatever they type may not be whatever they wanted to say. I received another text, it was from Meera. She was sad that I was leaving soon. She wanted me to stay till her engagement, which was about to held three weeks from that day.
Going to miss you. Happy journey and don’t forget to message me once you reach Chennai.
My two thousand miles journey for love, came to an end. I reached Chennai and texted Meera.
Reached safely😊
I didn’t text Navya as I wanted to end her thoughts as soon as I landed in Chennai. “No more Navya, and no more thoughts about writing a romantic fiction”, I said to myself.