Half Truths

01

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Satisfaction is a myth. Being satisfied does not ensure loyalty neither in business nor in relationships.

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Parth's POV

With head bowed and fingers entwined in my hairs I am sitting in the most compact form I could be in on the bench at the roadside of one of the busiest streets of Mumbai. Listening to the noises I can figure out the time to be past six in the evening as I closed my eyes and waited to hear the footsteps of the one person who has now become very familiar to me.

No matter she changes her heels to flats or any other type of footwear that exists, no matter the traffic noise on the streets, I will not miss if it is her walking past me.

Seconds. Minutes. Hours.

I am here since morning sitting in the same position, eyes closed. But did I sleep? No. I am aware, aware of every single sound from the clattering of utensils in some house to the sound of horns, screeches of brakes, footsteps of people passing by, crying of some baby, shouts of people yelling on their phones, bell of the icecream vendor and... some poor man asking me- Are you okay?

Am I? Does that even make a difference in his life? Would he be able to point out if I lie?

No and that's why I don't want to answer that question. She never asks me that question.

I slowly untangled my fingers and lifted my head up. Its an old man with round spectacles. He smiled seeing my face showing more of his wrinkles. I forced a small smile and slowly nodded to him as he went away giving me another smile. Or maybe not. Who cares? Its only her smile that matters, that is real in this fake world.

But she didn't come this morning. Did she start driving car to work finally? So what? She will not forget him, now would she?

I slapped myself mentally on that mere thought.

THOUGHTS. THOUGHTS. THOUGHTS.

No not again. Stop these thoughts. My thoughts are my enemies or that's what I like to believe.

And I again tried to become aware of the surroundings. The horns, the brakes, the laughter, the screams....

Seconds. Minutes. Hours.

And I heard. I heard those footsteps. I tilted my head to see her. She is there some 120m away from me. There is a bag in her left hand but I couldn't read what's written on it. She is a bit far.

She is wearing another tight white one piece that ends just above her knees, short black heels, hairs tied in high pony and a silvery-grey jacket.

The platinum bracelet, the silver watch and the diamond ring were all adorning her left hand.

She said her husband gave her all these.

Her nails are again devoid of any color and are pretty short. She doesn't like long nails she told me once.

She is on her phone. She looks upset. Just like their first meet.

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She hung up her phone and muttered under her breath 'he can never be satisfied'. It wasn't meant to be heard by him but he did anyways as he blabbed,

"Satisfaction is a myth. Being satisfied does not ensure loyalty neither in business nor in relationships."

She stopped in her tracks as she looked for the person behind the voice. For a second she didn't say anything, just scrutinised him. He was expecting fury or a statement like 'mind your own business' but what she said next startled him.

"You are right. Satisfaction has no limits and its human nature to expand everything to its utmost limits. But you, whoever you are, don't look even a bit satisfied with life."

He stood up and a smirk made its way to his lips as he replied, " I never wan't to be. I have stopped searching for satisfaction long ago."

"Maybe but you're definitely searching something or more like craving for something."

She stated looking directly into me as if see could see through my soul.

And that's where it all started.

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Here's the first chapter. What do you think about it? I know its pretty short but there will be long ones after.