Excerpt: She remembers vaguely the days she cried for
her best friend when she left her or the days she wept when she let her love go
for his best. Was that love?
She climbs down the
stairs with the same numbness. A numbness that threaten to break her soul. Yet
somehow it didn’t matter today. She wondered whether it had anything to do with
being ‘grown up’. She couldn’t find an answer to it.
It was her friend’s
invitation that reminded her of it. Today was her graduation party and her
friends wanted her to be there. She did show up, didn’t she? Then why did they
ask what was wrong with her??
What was wrong with
her?? “Ah! I grew up”!! She wanted to shout loud ‘didn’t you people want me to
change? I changed!!’ but she didn’t. She even forgot how to shout or scream.
She remembered her
friend’s word, “take the life seriously, Anna! You are not growing younger by
days…people expect you to be responsible. Act mature and for heaven’s sake Anna
don’t speak your heart out… learn to lie!”
What? Learn to lie?
Weren’t we taught not to lie to others? Was there any exception’s to it?
At that time she
didn’t understand. She didn’t understand the statement too. “Poor Anna she is
so naïve! I wish she knew what lies ahead of her”.
Now she understood.
That simple word isn’t it? ‘Lie’ she was living in one.
One of her friend
approaches asks her well-being and with a chime she asks “how is your
boyfriend?”
She politely replies
“no, I don’t have one”.
There is bewilderment
in her friend’s face when she confirms that she had never been in a
relationship.
“Oh poor Anna! I
always worried for you. Being single. It’s lonely right?” her friend pities.
Anna doesn’t want it
“I am not interested” she says firmly which only makes her friend pity further.
“That because you
don’t understand love! It is a wonderful feeling. A person who fell in love
will only understand it…and then Anna walks away.
Climbing down the
stairs she remembers vaguely the days she cried for her best friend when she
left her or the days she wept when she let her love go for his best. Was that
love?
Maybe not. Maybe she
didn’t understand love like her friend told…if she did, would she have let them
go? Perhaps not…
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