The 3G Life

September 25 Tuesday 2018

Mock exam is yet not over but it will be in a few days. I do not think I want it to end. All my friends are coming and I hardly see them nowadays. Rihana, Zara and I seem like the most perfect group among all the other girls. It feels like nothing much has changed though everything has.

"You haven't seen Aadil after that day, had you?" asks Zara.

"No, I had almost forgotten that he existed," I reply.

"No, you are literary thinking about him all the time."

"And you taking his name is not helping either."

"Okay, done. But talk to me okay?"

I am preferring to remain silent because I have not much to talk about. I have already done some serious damage that will not have happened if I keep my mouth shut. Whatever I have with Aadil has ended. Even that costs our classmate ship. I know nothing is ever going to be the same between us again.

Rihana is looking at me and perfectly knows what is going on in my mind. She is the only person who does not advise me to move on. But then again, she does not say anything. I hug her and do not let go for a long time. She just pats my back and everything seems fine for a while.

"I would come to your home after exam is over," suggests Rihana.

"That would be like a blessing for me," I reply.

"We are going to talk about everything that happened, okay?"

"Maybe we should talk about everything but that."

"Self-denial and self-hiding only lead to more exposal."

How can she say just the thing that is going on in my mind? She is definitely no ordinary girl. Rihana never has a relationship with anyone and yet she seems to know everything that occurs. She cannot have gathered all those by just reading some books. It needs a much more insight than that.

I take out my tiffin box and start eating the fried rice and eggs. Food is the thing that I never give up. No matter what happens food is always like a comfort to me. I never give up eating whether I am excited or nervous. Any adrenaline just seems to double my hunger. It is actually quite visible in my health.

I will not deny but I am a bit healthy type. But not as fat as the obese we see on TV. My health suits me well. And besides it compliments me in ways a skinny figure will not. I am quite energetic than most people. I have muscles and not fatty disposals in my body.

I offer Zara a spoon which she takes gracefully. I wonder how such grace comes to her naturally. I am skilled with the movement of my body but I can never match Zara's grace. I have to concentrate really hard if I try to be elegant and move with my body like a dance.

Zara has told me several times that she may help to find someone for me. I know she will pass with flying colors if I let her to but I think I will go with my fate. I am a very religious girl and always pray to God to send me an angel from His service.

"But miracles won't just happen if you don't work for it," says Zara.

"What is to work for it? I will just meet him someday," I reply.

"Angels are quite rare to find nowadays."

"But I think I would be an exceptional case."

"I pray with all my heart for that. You are such a pure girl."

And I am. I am an untouched girl. Moreover I have rarely touched boys. Only a couple of boys have seen me without my hijab. I have reserved myself for eighteen years and I am willing it to do so for another eighteen if it takes that long for my angel to come.

I finish exam and walk downstairs with my fairy-godmother on one side and the sister-I-never-have on the other. I sometimes find it surprising that such opposite personalities can ever become such amazing friends. I think if they promise to stay with me forever, I will not need anything else.

I again lost myself in the thought of Aadil. And if it is not for Rihana I will have probably fallen down the stairs and have a memory loss. She grabs my hand and Zara steadies me just in time. Part of me regrets because a memory loss will have meant a permanent goodbye to Aadil.

But what am I thinking? I have a life and it is much more important than some mere guy. And besides I am quite certain that he is not the angel I am looking for. Someone much better is out there waiting for me. What will happen to him if he knows I am dead?

"Maybe you should take some days off," proposes Rihana.

"That would only make it worse," I reply agitatedly.

"True. But I want you to be alive for now."

"Don't worry. Death isn't as easy as that."

"That is what makes life special."

I walk out through the gates and promise myself not to look back at 3G. But my heart will not hear the mind nowadays and I have to look back. I want to just catch a glimpse of Aadil, because I have not seen him for such a long time. But God does not always accepts the prayers.

The 3G building has its own life. It seems that someone is writing the story and we are just mere characters in it. And it is up to that spirit to decide our fate. It rewards us if it wishes to or put a curse upon us for a lifetime. I really wonder what 3G has for me till the last.