VIRMAN os: STUPID GUITAR

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STUPID GUITAR

"No I won't go."

"Virat!!! Stop being so stubborn."

"I. won't. go."

"This is one hell of a golden chance. Don't miss it."

"No. I can't stay away from you for 3 years. It's just too damn long."

"Virat!!!You have to go. No more discussion!!!"

"But…."

"I said no more discussion. I'll be at the airport on this very date to receive you. Compose your best melody for me in these 3 years. I'll give you a gift if I like it. And …here…..it's a goodbye gift for now"

"WOW!!!! A guitar??"

"Hey,the luggage's have arrived."

The voice of a fellow passenger brought him back to the present. He was standing in the line to collect his luggage.

After the collection he strolled toward the entrance of the airport to wait for her.

It's raining today.it was raining that day also. The day he had talked to Manvi for the first time.

"Achchhuuu……..stupid rain."

She had forgotten to bring her umbrella. And she had fever. They were to go home from the tuition.

"Here…let me walk you to the taxi stand." Virat said to her while placing his umbrella over her head.

Manvi lifted her eyes and looked at him. She wasn't feeling well.so didn't protest.

That was the start of their journey. They'd become friends …then best friends over the years. And when they'd realized their love for each other, they were the happiest people on earth. Finding love in your best friend….isn't it the best feeling?

"Virat " he heard her voice.it elated him. He was listening to her voice after 3 long years. She didn't want to stay in contact with him as she knew he won't be able to resist and will come back without completing his study if they keep in touch.

Virat turned back and was drinking in the sight before him. The sight of 'her '….that has always soothed his heart. He kept on staring at her face. So innocent…so beautiful…so precious….to him. She was the same as he had left her. Same pin straight hair hanging in a loose ponytail over one side of her shoulder, same sparkly eyes that was now glistening with tears, the same smile….no….she wasn't smiling.

"Hey, Manvi…what's wrong? See I'm back. Stop with the crying." he cupped her face and wiped the tears from her cheeks with his thumbs.

Fresh tears made their way again from her eyes. She couldn't stop crying. She sobbed and sobbed.

"hushhh….baby. You know, I'm done with my best composition for you. Wanna hear it now?" he took her in an embrace and was stroking her back to calm her down. But there was no effect. So he tried to cheer her up by teasing her.

"Have u brought my gift? I'm sure you've forgotten. And even if you've managed to remember, I'm sure it won't be worth it. 'cause u know ….I'm brilliant."

This made Manvi break the hug. She took out an envelope from her satchel and handed it over to Virat. He was so happy to see the envelope….maroon base with golden borders. Manvi used to gift him with handmade cards that she would make for him. But the content of this envelope dragged the very world from under his feet.

"I'm sorry Virat. So so sorry." she covered her mouth with her hand to stifle the loud sob and ran away.

He went numb. Nothing in the world was holding any interest for him.

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There she was…. sitting on the stage with the groom….looking as beautiful as ever. The most beautiful bride ever could be. Her gaze was fixed down at her palms.

Was she trying to find his name? There?

He had imagined her as a bride for god knows how many times…. He'd stopped keeping track. But now he couldn't see her clearly. Unshed tears blurred his vision.

"Virat….sing. man." His friends kept on requesting.

He took the guitar. With trembling fingers he stroked the strings. No melody. He couldn't play.

His world is now devoid of melody. It's like an ever expanding void.

He kept on tuning the guitar with trembling fingers. But in vein. For the first time in his life he was unable to tune it.

There must be some problems with the guitar….

That Stupid guitar…..That Stupid stupid guitar.

p.s. I know something is seriously wrong with me. I write happy happy things when I feel low and come up with sad things when I'm happy.

You guys want to kill me, right? I myself ain't liking this os either. So come… find me and kill me.

Likes and comments will be appreciated if you've recovered from your killer mode.

Love you guys.muahhh!!!!