Lekha sat at barista. It was lightly drizzling and heavily clouded. She was trying to pen down her thoughts while playing with the ice cubes in her iced tea. It was on of her blank space time, where she had so much in her head but nothing to write about. She looked around quietly, some really hot men, some pretty chicks and few other familiar faces. At that moment she was invisible for everyone. “Hey that’s Cyrus sir!” she thought to herself. But she did not feel like talking to anyone, she liked being merged in the crowd, where no one knew her. She became one with the sound around, honking, screaming, blushing giggles, loud laughs. “How will I tell him?” she thought.
Lekha was short and petite. She hardly spoke to anyone and most people thought of her as cold hearted. Her subtle features added to it. She was away from emotions. As if she could see them from a distance. She never dated in college. Whilst working she met Siddh, he was tall, thin, nerdy looking guy. He was a writer like her. And to her surprise he was an engineering graduate turned writer. She was often jealous of his writings. They understood each other. Even when they did not, they dint bother. Sometimes through the night discussing stories ideas and thoughts it was difficult for them to come to the real world leaving the fiction and fantasy. Sometimes they fought so much that it turned in to passion. And it would turn into the most lustful love making ever. But the distance always prevailed in them. Like they were miles away.
Today, she waited for him for three hours. He finally came. She had the coldest look on her face. Like always. She knew this was inevitable. “Hi sorry I’m late!” he said trying to be apologetic. “No Siddh, I am late… a month and half…” she snapped. “You mean… You are”… “Yes!” she said firmly. They both sat there for a very long time in silence. “I never told you this… I love you. And I’m really going to miss you!” he said in a heavy voice. “You know what! Me too” she looked straight in his eyes. They hugged for what seemed like eternity and parted with a kiss. While leaving she asked, “So are you going to write about this or me?” They both just smiled, giving each other last looks. She went home with tears and a satisfied smile se wrote about a story about the best break up ever.
Lekha was short and petite. She hardly spoke to anyone and most people thought of her as cold hearted. Her subtle features added to it. She was away from emotions. As if she could see them from a distance. She never dated in college. Whilst working she met Siddh, he was tall, thin, nerdy looking guy. He was a writer like her. And to her surprise he was an engineering graduate turned writer. She was often jealous of his writings. They understood each other. Even when they did not, they dint bother. Sometimes through the night discussing stories ideas and thoughts it was difficult for them to come to the real world leaving the fiction and fantasy. Sometimes they fought so much that it turned in to passion. And it would turn into the most lustful love making ever. But the distance always prevailed in them. Like they were miles away.
Today, she waited for him for three hours. He finally came. She had the coldest look on her face. Like always. She knew this was inevitable. “Hi sorry I’m late!” he said trying to be apologetic. “No Siddh, I am late… a month and half…” she snapped. “You mean… You are”… “Yes!” she said firmly. They both sat there for a very long time in silence. “I never told you this… I love you. And I’m really going to miss you!” he said in a heavy voice. “You know what! Me too” she looked straight in his eyes. They hugged for what seemed like eternity and parted with a kiss. While leaving she asked, “So are you going to write about this or me?” They both just smiled, giving each other last looks. She went home with tears and a satisfied smile se wrote about a story about the best break up ever.
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