To write a story, what is needed? Our own life, can there be a more masala in that? Nothing better works, but then that's entirely my thoughts. So here it is: that's how my own story goes!
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And so she asked him while they were lying on bed together, “Had things been the same between us if say, I was into a relationship and then had a breakup even before meeting you?” He replied, “Maybe!” And she was struck silent for a few seconds; however she recovered just in the moment and replied back, “For me, if such had been the opposite case, I would have still loved you the extent I love you now.”
So, that’s how their relationship was! Very forthcoming and truly transparent. At least that’s what both liked to believe. From the very start. Both knowing each other like sculptures carved of the same rock. Years ago, they had met first time like all these new age love-birds. In college.
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He thought her to be so ugly the first time he met her. Wearing so ill-fitted clothes. So rude. No mannerisms to talk to people. Not at all feminine. Making fun of people being different from her. Oh yes, she was different, no doubt on that! She was different from all of his civilized class.
She figured him out to be a total replica of a mamma’s boy. Too much into academics. Too serious about life. And she really did not know to behave for it was kind of like her first interaction with guys. And what better way to experiment than this bhola-bhala sidha-sadha boy.
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The first meeting had entailed into a bet, won by her. Oh God, now he had to accompany her to a chat waala place. But then, she had matured a bit. In her mannerisms. But still ugly. Those round gandhiji waala spectacles. Seriously, tell me, who wears such specs in these ages?
OK. He is not that mamma’s boy. He is serious, but that’s because of his upbringing. She cannot keep this against him in how she talks to him. He is no doubt a nice guy and at least, should be treated with some respect. Because that’s how a friendship can be built.
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She is now a good friend of his. Patiently listening to him when he wants to talk about any girl. Kinda like best friend. The person to go to whenever he wants to talk about anything crap or troubling his mind.
He is now a good friend of hers. Kinda like best friend. OK, not exactly. That’s a place reserved by her girl friend. Patiently listening to her about all her infatuations which keep on happening all the time.
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What is he doing? Talking to a girl for the first time like this. Making her understand all the guys’ terms related to anything, you know what that means, right? OK. Of course, she has improved over the years. Turning into actually someone he looks forward to being with. Look wise and everything else wise.
What is she doing? OK, she does not like him to be spending time with any other girl. Too much possessive she is of him, but still trying to resist that streak of hers to be more demanding or restrictive for him.
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He thinks he loves her. May be the distances have closed because of the college stupid things (crushes, quarrels, etc) that have occurred in both their lives.
And they conversed. On phone call.
“I want a girl who is at least average looking. Thodi saanwali bhi chalegi. The one who is always in happy-go-lucky mood. The one who understands me perfectly.”
“Hey, that was not the description you mentioned some time back for your dream girl. Of the girl you wanted to spend your whole life with.”
“Oh. Is that so? I don’t remember exactly.”
“Oh yes, and I think that’s my description. How funny naa?”
“Haha.” (But in thoughts) “Yes, that’s you. How to make you understand that everything happening around is not always funny or to be taken lightly?”
And the conversation shifted on to some different topic altogether.
She is confused about her feelings. However, today she realized he loved her too much, what from such messages that he wants to meet her urgently and that he cannot sleep properly. And she fled to some place for an entire day, so afraid of even her feelings going awry. Because this was the first time, it had happened with her so strongly for any other person.
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He proposed her besides a lake. Near a temple. A perfect setting. Of how much he loved her. He was scared of her rejection. He wanted to qualm all her fears. And that he did, eventually.
She was confused, silent for a few hours. Not able to comprehend anything. The pros and cons. The struggles with her family for the acceptance, will that be easy? The thing between both of them, is this not another infatuation?
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And the story continued – sweet, romantic love. For both him and her. Made for each other kinds. Albeit slightly different. Because opposites definitely attract. All that is needed is the acceptance of each others’ follies and praise for what other is good at. And yes, they both are really good at different stuffs.
But still the question lingered in her mind – “What if?” And his – “Why did she ask such question now?”
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