But as time passed, the uncomfortable street bench morphed itself into a rather comfortable couch of thought.
I noticed the light of the faint stars, the calls of the mating crickets, the whispers of the behaved wind.
All of a sudden, I was no longer a lone soul at a bus stop. Rather an observer. The surroundings being the specimen.
And thus I was not alone.
I've been thinking a lot about loneliness after the split, and maybe it was all about perspective. Loneliness would never cross the path of an observer.
Loneliness could also be considered a luxury, but in that perspective it would be referred to as solitude.
After the split, I began to see it as seclusion. A distinct separation of paths.
Bright white headlights resulted in a moment of blindness. It was after they extinguished that I could open my eyes again to find him walked towards my path.
"May I ask what you are doing here this very fine middle-of-the-night?" he asked.
He was so casual in his approach, almost as if nothing had happened.
"Just waiting for a bus, worked a little late today. We received our first wedding contract and everyone was just so excited an-" I looked up to find him slightly amused, slightly annoyed. "What?"
"You're doing it again,"
"Huh?"
"The rambling, you're doing it again."
I didn't really know what else I could possibly say to ease the awkwardness. I opted for a "hehe" which came out more like a "OH-MY-GOD-THIS-IS-SO-INCREDIBLY-AWKWARD-PLEASE-GO-AWAY."
It does kind of suck that we broke up, even dated in that case. Because before all of this he was my best friend, and it would have stayed that way had we not gotten together. Because with dating came the chances of breaking up which came with inevitable distance and it basically murders the chances of things ever going back to the way they were.
"So do I need to personally invite you to my car?"
"Uh, um... I think I'm fine the bus will be here any moment now anyways."
"I see, any chances the sudden love for public transit has anything to do with the fact that we are no longer together?"
"Huh?" SHIT. He could have at least pretended to be oblivious! Because right now all I could do was stare and smile pretending I didn't hear that.
"I'm sorry, I can't help my innate bluntness. And not to mention I'm still new to 'ex-girlfriend' etiquette."
"Not girlfriend! You know I hated that...term. It's so..."
"...childish and improper for what we share. d." he completed his mock with awfully noticeable change in tone.
"Yeah..." I sat back down hoping he'd leave.
But I wasn't that lucky now was I?
He sat down on comfy bench too, I suddenly felt possessive. This bench was mine. It was where I observed, where I wasn't lonely.
"What are you thinking about,"
"The effect of perspective on loneliness, I've been fascinated for a while now," I decided to go with honesty.
"But doesn't perspective affect almost everything though? I mean this goes back the overused half-full half-empty glass example,"
"I guess, but reality appears to be unaffected by the power of perspective,"
"Not at all, in fact I believe reality is perhaps most affected by perspective,"
"How so?"
"It's simple, for example if I saw you as an someone I broke up with, the reality of our situation would be indifference. But say I saw you as a friend I once dated, the reality of our situation would be planning world domination whilst complaining about the fact that there was clearly enough room for Leonardo DiCaprio on the wood." (Titanic reference)
It was almost impossible for things to go back to the way they once were, within a day. But after he just reminded me why he was my best friend, his friendship was worth the effort.
After my fitting silence, he decided to take his leave.
"So I guess I'll see you around?"
"Yeah," I whispered. With my first genuine smile in the last few days, I watched him walk back over to his car. But I couldn't just let him leave with that classic, 'it's officially weird between us' line.
"Wait!" I called out to his back. He turned around, hopeful.
"I'll call you when I get home," I changed perspective, "Don't worry I'll be fine,"
Satisfied, he smiled.
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Hai kasam rishta todoon na Tera rasta main chhodun na
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A/N: Why I'm not proud of the title. I don't like choosing song names as my title, it's immature and not at all creative in my opinion and yet I do it occasionally. But this one man... this one was just so typical and conventional and sigh...I'm allowed to have my embarrassing moments ok. But anyways, I really like the song and I began to interpret it with a different perspective which gave me the idea for this OS which was why no matter how much I loathed the idea, I stuck to it.
On the OS: For all you people who can't deal with "hero-heroine don't get together in the end" stories...um... *awkward silence* Moving on. No just kidding, I think its important to acknowledge that not every relationship will end in a happily ever after, but I think how you handle the end of a relationship is extremely personal and there are many different ways it could be handled. Like I said, it all depends on perspective. -Shweta