I don't want to chat with her !
(This is in continuation to "Indeed, I am surprised at myself!")
I couldn’t sleep
well after chatting with her. Indeed, I sat by the laptop with traffic of
thoughts.
“Shall I log in
again and chat? Shall I?”
No, you cannot. You haven’t
got anything put in between and chat.
“I can at least
render myself offline and look at her photos.”
. . . and you know
that she is looking for a FRIEND in you.
“I know that, I just
want to know her appearances . . .”
Stop there, you know
you are not thinking your heart.
“Oh . . . how might
she be in real?”
And the internal quarrel
continued on. My roommate Ugyen nudged my shoulder.
“What? You aren’t
even answering me.” He sounded displeased.
I abruptly landed
back to real world as I nearly fell off the chair. I had been squatting all that
long. Luckily I slipped my right foot, landing on the chair.
He had a quizzical
look then. I felt a huge guilt grow inside me. SORRY.
I put an uneasy smile.
“No, I was just lost
somewhere.” Suddenly I felt a shyness so new to me.
“You,” he bent
towards me, pointed to me and with a doubting smile, “You are lying,” he said.
Oh, he caught me.
“No, I didn’t,” I
said. He wasn’t satisfied. He tilted his head and then looked at me with even
more inquisitive eyes.
He was screwing me
I seamlessly
switched my face into near-tears and took a cracked voice.
“Arrgh, . . . it’s
nothing. I was just thinking of my past things. You wouldn’t want to listen to
it,” I lamented and walked to bed.
I am a good actor,
at least in my school days I was. And I never thought I would have to play drama
in my real life, worse than that, to my friend.
I am certain he took
me as I intended, for only when I was in bed that he moved. I had pulled the blanket
whole over me and I could hear his feet drag heavily towards his bed.
Crazy it may seem,
it even seemed to me too, I smiled at his belief in my drama. It was already
1:00am in the morning when I looked into my mobile.
Today, I am not at
all looking if she is online.
It has been 2 days
she didn’t appear online. Every free time I had, I sat before my laptop like
guarding the Queen Elizabeth’s Kohinoor crown. I had my adapter connected to
the laptop all the time: I didn’t want my attention diverted when I chat with
her.
But she just didn’t
appear. I wished I had her number. I could call her and talk. But I had to accept
that I would better chat with her and win a bit of her confidence. Because I am
not a good communicator and to talk with her! It will just ruin me and my
dreams. I would be living in regrets.
Two days straight,
two days straight she didn’t appear online. And it hurt me, totally.
I know I shouldn’t
be.
It’s wrong, just big wrong and simply ineligible
for consideration.
But I am hurt
anyways. I don’t want to chat with her.
I am reading
kuenselonline, the news website of my country. A news has that a student boy
was stabbed to death. Oh, I just hate this news, hate such inhuman things
happening in my country. I believe it’s heaven on earth.
Beep. (It sounded
louder today.)
My heart asks me to
click the idle window of Facebook. I am afraid it might be her.
It couldn’t always
be her, coward.
I move my cursor to
the tab. And lo, it is her. I sulk at it. Hell to you.
But it is starting
again, my heart is pounding. I am wanting to chat and know her more.
ILiveLove
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