It hurts because it mattered...

                   It was just another bad night for Meera, she tried thinking about everything else in the world but him! It had been almost hours that she was trying to dodge her dream world that was poking her since time that seemed like an age. She was impulsive, sensitive and vulnerable but she never did feel as helpless as she was feeling now. Her hands had become as cold as ice and her head was burning as if on fire because of the clouds of his thoughts that she could no more tolerate over her guilty conscience. She needed somebody with whom she would be able to talk and that somebody would listen patiently and would not simply curse her because of the mistakes she had committed, at least a single person who would exist that way, the way she can only dream of, a friend who will hold her hand and tell her that she would get an escape and that she still could turn this all situation right, a friend who will tell her how to let go, how to UnLove.

                    She was lost in completely another world that was far from reality but still felt more realistic than reality to her. Just then her mobile vibrated, it was him. She just read the notification of ‘One new message received’ but she felt like she had somehow got superpowers to predict that it was his text without even seeing it. For a moment she felt a child’s proud that sublimated faster than camphor the moment she opened his text. He had texted her something she didn’t want to receive from him at least, a request whose answer he already knew, a message showcasing his drawing towards her, a message begging for one more tea with her, not just tea but more and more of her time, a glance at her, everything of her, again! She managed to realize this after few seconds that her milky white cheeks almost had burst of pinkish blush. She was, for a second, sitting and seeing into his enigmatic eyes, he slowly gulping sip of tea already, in her dream world. Before she travels far she brought herself back to the real world and realized she can’t give him one more chance. A chance to weaken her more, a chance to break her more! She knew that she will melt as soon as she sees a single text from him but after all that had happened she needed to stay strong, she needed to stay fearless and bold. She took a deep breath and replied him back, ‘It won’t be possible, Dhruv, Please don’t persist after all that has happened.’ She gathered courage to send the text but her heart was as usual rebellious and challenging, challenging the unconditional love as well as deep despair she had for and because of him, challenging her decision of staying away from the part that had been already her integral one, challenging her barely together mind, challenging her weakness that was his memories.

                       She still remembers his brownish eyes and his child like innocent smile when she had first seen him. He was the kind of guy who wanted to keep everybody around him happy and will pretend as if there can exist nobody as happy as he is. He will crack jokes that only brainless creatures will laugh at but because of the face he made while narrating stories, anybody would fall for him, simply without even realizing how much they are letting themselves go in the bubble of joy that he was carrying around him. Right from the way he used to hold the cup of tea to the pinches he had done to her, she could forget nothing at all about him, like it all happened just yesterday when she saw him for the first time, when she had got lost in his mysterious eyes and when She had all those beautiful moments with him that made her life seem like a fairy tale, and then that deathly sight as well when she saw him with that Girl and all those mistakes she committed when that sight broke her into pieces, the thing she did knowingly, unknowingly, a mistake she is going to regret always and forever!