Short Stories On DARSHAN RAVAL 💙

17. Ms. Neighbour - Part 8

It was kinda cool how someone can just pop into your life all of a sudden and became so important to you within such a small amount of time. Might be that make life interesting. It showed you no matter what there always a new reason to be hopeful for the future because you never know what good things would come your way next. And when I looked at him I saw that hope. Darshan. Mr. Neighbour.

One day I took a picture of him when he was explaining something about music and guitar to me. He always became so excited like a kid when it came about music. I couldn't say I was getting him properly but though I was listening. He was looking so beautiful with that smile tugging around his lips. He didn't know I took the picture. Later I added the picture to my wall. I almost had pictures of every important person of my life on my wall. I just liked seeing them every day. Life was good after a long time.

But never forget its life. Nothing lasts forever here.

Weeks passed. At the starting we hanged out a lot without including Maanav and I thought he knew what was going on.

Good news : A lot can change with time.
Bad news : A lot can change in time.

Let's just skip the first good part which was filled with kisses, cuddles, sleep overs, good music, star gazing, and all the deep conversations. Let me tell the part where I messed up with my life yet once again.

Pushing the door away I walked into the apartment. I lazily walked to the couch and laid down. I unbuttoned top two buttons of my shirt and breathed in some air.

"Jiya you back?", Maanav asked from his room.

"Yah. It's me.", I replied closing my eyes.

"Shitty day?", I heard his voice more closer now.

"More like a shitty week." I didn't open my eyes, they were paining.

"May be a cup of coffee can help."

"Definitely.", I smiled.

"By the way Darshan was asking about you. You should talk to him.", he was sitting to the next couch, I could feel that.

"He is the last person I wanna talk to right now.", I replied. There was a silence. I knew Maanav didn't like how it sounded.

"You are ghosting him right now. Aren't you?", his voice came. Yes I was. I didn't talk to him for like a week now.

Yah that's me. Facing some problems in life - pushing away all my loved once instantly. Welcome to my messed up, fuck all world.

"Jiya you can't do that. This is not how relationships work.", Maanav said again.

I opened my eyes and looked at him. "Relationship? There's no relationship."

"Really?"

Was it? I didn't know. Me and Darshan, we never talked about it. We just loved spending time with eachother and we did.

Can't we keep this thing this simple?

"I don't know okay.", I closed my my eyes again. "I-" I stopped and pushed back my hairs. "He got busy too. What about all those days when he kept me waiting.", I told.

"Jiya it doesn't mean you have to do the same."

"No. I didn't mean that. I know he is busy and I am not complaining because I knew doing his job and making music together isn't an easy thing to handle. And I understand. The thing is I have to give some time to myself too. I can't lose this job. And you know I have started making mistakes. My boss is pissed off on me. I already have a lots of problems of my own. I can't handle his too."