Part 10
Riddhima stirred in her bed when the alarm went off. She looked at the time. 'Why did I not shut this off last night. Now I am not going to be able to go back to sleep once awake. How stupid of me' Riddhima hardly had few hours sleep yet she felt completely refreshed. Such peaceful sleep had eluded her many times in these past years. She lazed in her bed thinking of how wonderful she was feeling. I have not slept so well in a long time......... I wonder is it because of what I felt last night. Am I actually missing him? 'I don't know it's not possible after all these years'. The minute the thought crossed her she started getting uneasy. I never missed him ever in the last ten years then how come now. This whole thought started unnerving her Hence she decided to try to sleep some more. Anyways what would she do going so early to the hospital. She buried herself into the blanket and tried to shut out all the thoughts and sleep. Surprisingly she once again slipped into deep slumber to be rudely awakened by a bad dream. Sweat had formed on her brow and she was trembling. She tried recollecting but could not. She sat up in bed and prayed that all be fine. 'Whatever that dream was it felt horrible. Please just everyone be safe God Please God Please'
She promptly put the thought aside of going to sleep again in fear of the dream relapse. She quietly got out of bed and went to the kitchen to make some coffee. She made her coffee and sat down to drink her coffee. She started flipping through a med magazine which she had carried to the kitchen. She turned to the page containing Atul's article. Her thoughts trailed 'Atul was never the bright sort but today has gone places. He has changed in these years. People change so do relationships. But here I guess some of my decisions were the reason why my relationship with Atul changed. Even when I was in Delhi at Di's place He never came to visit me nor did he come later to Mumbai when all shifted. He was not in favour of my decisions I guess though we never got down to talking about it. But somewhere I feel so. His interactions now a days are so dry and to the point. Champ!!! That's what armaan used to call him. Today he is a Champ but I somehow miss my friend Atul in him. She collected her thoughts and went back to reading her magazine.
Midway reading her thoughts again started drifting. 'The last heart to heart conversation I had with Atul was I guess 11 years back. He had given me his shoulder to cry on when I needed it the most. He was the only person whom I could share my feelings then. Kabhi kabhi bohot akela mehsus karti hoon. Ek aur dost mila tha............lekin..........damn why am I thinking so much today.'
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