Continued……..
Everything looked beautiful, felt beautiful……
Together they were always happy and complete.
That night Rini poured her heart out, confessing how madly in love she was with him.
He deliberately ignored it all.
Not that he wasn’t in love, but he could just not concentrate on anything other than her eyes.
Each time she used to bring in the topic of getting married, he use to somehow convince her to wait for some time and each time he use to initiate the topic she would very well know the reason was ‘marijuana’.
Along with a sense of confusion and disappointment it was a breaking point. Turning on her side , she switched off the lights and was off to sleep.
As always she woke up alone.
For few days Vikram didn’t turn up and didn’t respond properly to her calls, lined up were‘I am busy with friends’,‘Had a long tiring day', ‘Not in a mood to talk’,Or would switch off his phone texting the next morning, ‘the battery drained’.His actions made her feel disrespected and rejected and deeply wounded.
She deliberated over the decision for a long time before she made up her mind…and each time she used to fix to one thing, he popped up with surprises and at the end of which she was left being totally alone.
The situation was being messy….
Rini called him up with a view to make him understand how these things were not required for their relation. But he moved on to insulting her-frigid and naïve. Saying he could no longer stay with a girlie who don’t understand or know a thing about him. and hung up on her.
For a while the shock of his words numbed her.
She felt betrayed, but she could hardly blame him .
There could have been no betrayal if there was no trust.
often i search for shoulder to cry on
often i face denials
often i try to smile for no reason
often am called a lier
often i think m not that bitchy
often am given a place so higher
often i feel am a duckling so ugly
often it seems am not desired.
continues....
Sigh! She must be feeling so pitiable right now, questioning her own decisions she made in past.
Write on, I am waiting.
Cheers,
Blasphemous Aesthete