The Well wishers

THE WELL WISHERS

“Can’t we just remain friends?” she shouted.

It was nearly five years back that he had proposed to her and got the reply he had very much expected…..a frank “NO”. But somehow they could not keep away from each other. What followed was regular exchange of greetings every time they met which in turn paved way for transmission of SMS’s between their mobiles and in meantime occasional visits to each other’s place. A year passed and their relation strengthened too albeit it was difficult to name it. While her close friends thought that she was finally in love, she cut short their comments by claiming the relation as just friendship. He too thought that she might have changed her mind and went ahead to propose her a second time and on this occasion expecting a positive response. But he was in for a rude shock when she sternly told him not to raise the topic again saying that she considered him as a good friend and nothing else. What followed then was a clash never seen or heard before. He remained adamant on his feelings for her saying he could not pretend to be just her ‘friend’ , while she insisted that he should remove the ‘love factor’ and toe her line of thought. A week passed by without any conversation between them. But both of them could not prolong their silence and things slowly started to normalize. Still there were occasional sparks between them on whether they were friends or lovers. Years passed, both of them had completed their college education and got good job placements and that too in the same firm. Their relationship grew by leaps and bounds. Not a day passed without their long chats after office hours. Whenever either of them would be absent for work, the other would feel as if the day was not fruitful with a feeling of having missed something. Of late their parents had started their matrimonial searches. So in this context he had met her on one weekend asking her whether she would be his life partner. What started as a minor discussion had turned into a heated argument.

She was visibly upset and stared at him angrily. In contrast he was completely at ease. He took a deep breath and coldly replied in negation. He turned back and walked away leaving her perplexed. It was not the first time they had fought but certainly their tempers were never as high as they were this time. From a distance he rowed his eyes as if to have one last glance of the furious lady. He was sure that their short story had finally ended and in manner he didn’t want it to be. Both went sleepless that night pondering over what really was the relationship between them that had kept them together for such a long time in spite of their differences. It couldn’t be love he thought, for love is selfless and devoid of any expectations. And he in desiring her as his life mate had not followed this definition. It couldn’t be just friendship she thought for she valued him more than herself which was not the case with most of her other friends. Certainly it was something much more than friendship she seemed to agree with herself.

It was Monday morning and her birthday too. Everyone greeted her but her eyes were busy searching for him. She walked towards his cubicle. Her eyes caught the presence of a greeting card on the computer. She took the card and opened it. It was for her and had beautiful messages below which were the words, “Your well wisher” followed by his signature. She smiled with happiness. At last he had managed to describe their relationship in a manner which was acceptable to both of them. She was proud to have him as her well wisher, while walking towards her from some distance he too felt the same.

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The Last Call

Well if u liked 'The Invitation' here's 'the Last Call' 4 u......this one is from my c0llection and trust me if at all u had failed to xpress ur love to ur dear one due to some reason..this one will pinch u further....

THE LAST CALL

She was hanging around the phone for over half an hour. To ring or not to ring. She had a lot to say but didn’t know where to start from. One moment she felt she must explain to him everything that had accumulated in her heart in past six years. The next moment she had nothing to say. She was perturbed with the very thought of telling him that she was getting married. “Circumstances have forced us to part ways. But you are the person I loved most in my life,” she was planning to tell him. Will it be proper to tell this over the phone? Should she meet him personally? She couldn’t decide. After all that could be her last meeting with him.

……Nope, she shook her head. He was impulsive. She could not imagine how he would react. He would be reminded of the good days they spent together. The days when they were so close that neither could have thought they would be so far so soon. That wonderful one month. Neither wanted to know what went on in the world around. The memories made her nostalgic. Her meeting might disturb him, she felt. The urge to see him one last time jostled with her wisdom that restrained her from disturbing him. She could not think of anything else but him. She was lost in the past. Those sweet memories were back. She had experienced it all four years ago but they were still afresh. She once again felt him standing beside her while she eagerly searched her name on the college notice board, cutting jokes in the classroom interrupting her awareness of him behind her, her longing to have a word with him during the break, the moment when his shoulder brushed hers at a college program. Once again she saw him smiling at her after he caught her stealing looks. She gasped, closed her eyes, as she imagined him sitting next to her in the picnic bus carefully avoiding even the mildest push to her unlike other boys. She could hear him singing a song from her favorite album…..But it all ended abruptly. Like a sweet dream, it disappeared. Everything else remained the same…the college, the notice board, the friends who sensed something between them. Only they had parted. Some misunderstanding, she still believed. He had made efforts to explain it to her, convince her, and woo her. She wished she had given him a chance. The years that followed were without him. She thought she had been crueler to him than the time which held him away. Helpless smarting, she tried to shake off the bitter memories where she was alone.

The phone rang up. Her hand reached out the exact distance with habitual ease. Hello? “Hello…”. She sat up at once, her heartbeats raised. She could not believe it. “Congratulations for being engaged!” It was he. He talked a lot. Asked about her, spoke about what he was up to and hung up. He did not complain. Nor came a word of sarcasm. He had not changed. Different from other boys. Dignified.

She felt proud being his beloved. Standing apart, she was closest to him than ever before.

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The Invitation

Hi Frenz...

As I mentioned, I am fond of writing articles whenever in have time..in fact a quite a few of them got published in renowned dailys....well the one below is very close 2 my heart...naah it isn't my story, but whenever i read it it succeeds in extracting a few drops of H2O out of my eyes. I hope u'll appreciate it too when u read it....here it goes...

THE INVITATION

"Why should this ever happen to me......why?” he gasped. He wished he was brought up in a different city or had studied in a different college or at least a different section or stream.” If only I had.....” he sighed. But then whatever has to happen, does happen, it’s inevitable.

He restlessly moved from one corner of the apartment to the other, occasionally glancing at the invitation card lying on the center table. Though she had invited him, yet he had sensed her reluctance in doing so. He knew that she was requesting for his absence on the day and right now he was obliging what she had left unexpressed.

"Why did I ever love her?” he asked himself. "Love has no reasons, if at all it has any, it is not true love...” he had read somewhere. But nothing was able to pacify the storm raging in his mind. Over the years he had worked hard to prove himself worthy of her hand and was succeeding in his efforts. His love for her had positively transformed him. He found himself as a better person each passing day, after all isn't each man his own best judge? Still she had remained adamant on being averse to any relationship with him and today she was getting married. He looked at his watch, only few minutes were remaining for the couple to take vows.

"Who is to be blamed if the destination fails to acknowledge the success of a traveler who has completed his journey?” he pondered. "Not the traveler of course.” he thought. He had been sincere in his feelings towards her. Just because she rejected them didn't make him a loser. He still found himself in love with her. He still felt that his happiness lied in her happiness.

Lying back on an easy chair, with moist eyes, he visualized the marriage of his lady love and with a faint smile on his lips, he silently prayed for the couple's lasting happiness. Hasn’t someone rightly said, “That love remains longest which is unreturned". He was at peace with himself.

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