The Day All Hell Broke Loose

Every time I text you, I promise you that this is the last time. And yet I end up texting you the next day.

Truth is I miss you like the desert misses the rain, like a cloudy night sky misses the stars, like the sun misses the flowers in the depths of winter…

Too poetic, I know. But I really miss you. And more than that, what bothers me is this – since when did you start caring about what people say?

Your first boyfriend was a Muslim – it’s a big deal considering the background we come from. Your second relationship was with a Rajasthani from a conservative family, who ended up marrying someone his parents chose. And this third relationship with the squash player from Mumbai, he doesn’t give two hoots about you…

Sorry for being so straightforward but you are ok with them all. And you are hesitant about being JUST FRIENDS with someone who has been in love with you for the past 28 years, just because he is married and others have filled in your ears with all the negative ideas about him? Doesn’t really go with your personality…

I really don’t want anything from you, Sutanima. I just want to be in touch with you. That’s enough for me.

I know you will probably ignore this message too. But trust me, whatever you are doing, it’s still not enough to hurt me. It makes me angry but your reaction until now is predictable and hence, not hurtful. So, I will continue loving you and expecting that you forgive me and become friends with me once again.

I am going through shit and the only friend I need is you because it’s only you with whom I can share all these things I am going through.

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