The Dancing Tale

Chapter 18

Time seems to move on a very slow pace when you are feeling lonely. Every minute feels like an hour and you keep dreading and the hollowness keeps you eating.

I was laying down on my bed and watching the clock as it keeps ticking, telling me to get up and get ready because we have concert to attend which is happening in our college. The whole day I was there helping in organizing the place with the team and I came to my room to change and go there again. Being in cultural society comes with its perk. I didn't mind the work as it kept my mind busy and I wasn't overthinking about my break up and doubting my own self that perhaps there is something wrong with me that's why boys seems to leave me.

But I don't care, if they like me or not. I used to care, before but not anymore. You like me, cool. You don't then I don't waste another breath on trying to change your perception. I tried to please people all my life and I chased the attention but now I am tired of all this. I don't have it in me to try. People leave. They change. I accept it with a smiling face.

Maybe I am not made for true love.

It's been a week since our break up and I still feel the hurt but I try to ignore it and get myself indulge in homework, college assignments, teaching the kids and some boxing. Rudra told me that uncle used to be a boxer in his college time so he had learn a trick or two from him. It's used to be the favorite past time of him and uncle when he was young. They bonded while boxing. I realized that's why uncle is still crazy about his physical fitness in the late 50's of him and he looks younger than his age. Rudra inherited his love for fitness from him.

Whenever I used to feel like kicking something in last few days I just went to the yoga room and started punching the punching bag. I know some of the self defense trick so I practiced them and I kept working on my punch. That really helped me in calming my mind. Before I used to dance that was my best remedy but boxing does not seem a bad option either. An year and half ago I would have laughed at the thought of me loving exercising.

Life is unpredictable. Sometimes unpleasantly, rest of the times pleasantly.

I didn't feel like going to the concert anymore so I grabbed my phone to message Priya that I am not going but to my surprise there was already a message.

Pri💙 :- If you are thinking that I will let you skip the concert and mop around your room for that asshole than you are absolutely wrong. I am coming at your place at 6:15 so we can get ready together and we will leave for the college from there.

I groaned after reading the message and saw it's already 6:10. I again laid back and buried my head in the pillow. I felt tears in my eyes and they flowed down. I told myself I won't cry but it hurts when I think that I am not enough. I feel so pathetic that even after experiencing the failure in the department of love, I still want somebody to adore me and someone to hold me when I want to cry.

Burned twice yet why do we still want to go experience that road in the hope that this time it might be different we will find the missing piece that we are looking for.

"I am here." I heard Priya announcing when she came inside my room. I didn't turn to look at her. "I knew you will be sleeping. You lazy bitch. Come on get on."

A sob escaped my mouth and I cursed myself for being this much of a crying baby. The room fell silent after that and I heard shuffling of priya's feet before I felt the bed dipped down from her weight. She caressed my head gently like a sister. “Kri. I am here for you. Talk to me.”

Her words made me throw my arms around her because I was in dire need of a friendly comfort. She rubbed my back and didn't say anything. “Why am I not enough. Why people leave and say that I am too good for them. Am I really that good pri or they just don't want to tell me straight that I am bad and don't deserve their love. My own mother left me when I was just 8 years old. She chose death over me.....why.”