This is enitirely work of fiction. Any resemblence to a living or a dead person is an absolute coincidence. The writer is not to be held responsible or sarcasticly taunted.... heheheh
(this is for all u ppl who think its autobiographical...:P)
“Baby, please I need more time… don’t do this to me… you know I can’t function without you!” Vishwa pleaded in a stern voice. “You cannot expect me to take over night decisions, come on Sufi!!!”
“Vish, what do you want me to do, wait for you till you decide if you want to be with me or no, I know I’m being irrational but you know how I am, you knew it before u first kissed me. And now if you have to TAKE TIME to think it over, fine… do that but I am not wasting my time” She said in the most hurting way. In a fit of desperation and rage he shouted, “How can you be so freaking cold Suf! If it was so easy for me to move on I would have left you long back… why don’t you understand that I love you, I can’t live without you… I don’t want to move on… I want to be with you… you can just move on with the list of men in your life… I don’t know if you even need me anymore.”
“Yes I am cold and I have lot of men who can make me happy… I’m not going to wait for someone who needs time to think if he even wants to be with me!!!... Just go away Vish you took away my best friend and the love of my life… you want to hear more you are a liar...and I don’t want to see you anymore…!” she screamt and cried out. He banged the door behind him and she sobbed uncontrollably and closed her eyes.
‘BANG!’ the window moved. She woke up with a startle. Sufi dint realise when she’d fallen asleep. Her cheeks were marked with kohl stained tears. She was surprised and sad coz she remembered their first fight like it was still alive. She sat there on the couch thinking of the moment when the best friends melted into lovers. She remembered their first kiss.
“Why are you so quiet?” Vishwa asked. “Huh!” Sufi looked at him lost. “You can’t possibly be sleepy… wake up sleepy head!” he asked ruffling her hair. “Vishy, come on...” she made a sad face, rubbed her nose against his shoulder and closed her eyes. He just looked at her with a broad smile. He loved it when she did that, and she loved hugging his arm and sleeping on his shoulder. He looked at her, her eyes closed and nose scrounged up. In a sudden urge of passion and bouts of love he kissed her. She was in a shock for few seconds. Then to his surprise, she kissed him back. He held her and whispered, “I love you Sufi!”
“I’m scared!” she said. “There is nothing in this world that is more important for me than you. I’ll never leave u.” He looked at her. She smiled shyly and mocked at him, “Lair!” And they both laughed. He hugged her and whispered sweet things in her ears. She kept listening to him as soft tears fell out of her eyes.
Sitting near the banging window, now, she did not feel like wiping her tears. She went near the table and opened the file with his papers. The first one said, ‘Great write up Suf. Baby never stop writing I love it. And I love you. Kisses’, after flipping through all the papers she read a small news paper cut out. “Liar” she said out aloud. And put his obituary note inside the file. She kept his picture on the table, felt his frame and started to write. This was the first time she was writing without him.
