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Um, Well, another one shot ? LOL 😆 This has been done on whim too, so don't expect much..I'm not good at mush, and not surprisingly, this one doesn't have mush either. Written from Ridhima's POV this time 😃 Comment!
Counting those Days
2 months, 28 days, 7 hours and 20 minutes since he walked away, and I'm still counting.
I get into my car and start the engine, something that I do everyday. My body has coped with the fast pace of my life, and it has become more of a machine, that responds to orders quicker than emotions. Start the engine. Get the car into gear. Go back home. Eat. Sleep. Back to the hospital. Simple routine.
I don't want to feel the rush of emotions in my heart, because it gives way to vulnerability, always. Vulnerability is one of my top 10 fears of all time. It gives others the power to control some or the other aspect of your life. A mechanical life maybe difficult to get used to, but in the long run, it's better than feeling pain.
Then why am I still counting ? I don't know, probably because it's just another custom I follow in my daily routine. Probably because maths is my passion. Probably because I've lost my mental balance. My brain keeps giving me all sorts of reasons, but my heart always gives me one reason - I haven't let go. I refuse to believe it.
2 months 28 days, 7 hours and 25 minutes.
It's raining outside. It fails to stirr any emotions within me, haven't I mentioned that I'm a robot ? Well, I am, and accepting this fact doesn't stirr any emotion either.
I don't blame him, he had to go, but back then when I was human, I did feel angry at him, at my fate. I did feel shattered, I did feel deperate to cling onto him as long as possible, but over the time, all those feelings have evaporated, and have left behind a fully functional robot.
"God Ridhima, you look like hell. You need a break dude" said one of her colleagues and friend, Rohan Khanna.
She smiled, "No Rohan, I'm fine. Besides, Hospital hours don't allo-"
"Let go Ridhima.." he cut her off, staring at her intently.
She stared at him for a long moment and then lowered her gaze, "I've moved on, Rohan..I have"
Rohan slightly shook his head, "Don't expect me to believe that. For how long will you be in denial ? Face it Ridhima, running away from this fact is not courage"
He paused for a long moment, and then said, "Please Ridhima, free yourself from this misery". He patted her arm, warmly nodded at her and walked away.
My best friend Rohan thinks I'm in denial. I don't understand why. I'm absolutely ok, and it's high time he accepted that. I don't need a break, hospital is the only place that helps me retain my sanity.
2 months, 28 days, 7 hours and 51 minutes.
I've reached my house, it's still raining. Darn, I forgot my umbrella at the hospital. I jump out of my car and quickly lock it. Not long after I started walking towards my house, I see him.
He's completely drenched, from head to toe, but he's standing at my doorstep, waiting for me to come back. I'm standing in my place, transfixed. All the nuerons in my brain seem to stop functioning at once. All the rational commands stop overpowering my heart, I'm standing here like a statue, unable to move an inch.
He turns to look at me, and even though it's raining, I could make out that he's been crying. Involuntarily, my feet start taking me towards him. I don't know whether I want to slap him or hug him, whether I'm esctatic or angry. I had said I don't want to feel the rush of emotions, but right now, a huge tide of emotions is sweeping through every part of my body, overwhelming me to an extent that the heavy downpour seems non-existent.
We're standing close now. He's saying something, I'm not listening. All I can see is his face, and slowly, the walls that I had built around me start crumbling. I don't want them too, but it's as if a strong force is destroying them and my brain is too numb to do anything. The last wall cracks, and tears form in my eyes.
I manage to hear his last line, "Ridhima..I-I'm sorry..I'm-"
I cut him off, trying hard to fight my tears, I say, "Armaan, Can we talk..please ?"
He looks at me and nods. All the pent up emotions can wait. Although all I wanted to do at that moment was bury myself in his arms and allow myself to succumb to my feelings, but all that can wait. There are questions, and there are answers, there are misunderstandings, and there are solutions, and they need to be cleared before we can make space for emotions between us. Before I give in again, I need to talk with the man standing before me, and I know he understands.
We're finally aware of the rain, and walk towards my house. I finally allow myself to be happy to see him.
Deep down, I'm hoping that I'll get my happy ending, and that he's back forever, because I've finally stopped counting, and the robot in me just stopped functioning.
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I'd like to dedicate this small KaSh experiment to this one short :P I made this on a whim and although I don't like it too much, I just felt like posting it here 😃
[YOUTUBE]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sBjnOWnTQ60[/YOUTUBE]
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