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The Return of Someone Special
When the dark clouds had covered my life, a ray of hope had sprinkled in my life. I had a family friend name Raj. We were friends since 2nd standard. We met in the church. Our families had become great family friends. We played and bullied each other a lot. I had some amazing memories with him. Then when I was getting close to him (emotionally!!), his dad got transferred to Vietnam. He had to leave with his family. I cried badly that day (I still remember). I always thought that one day when we grew up we will get married and build a small house at some hill station (Sounds extremely weird na?). I was in standard 7th when he left. I didn’t know what it was but I wanted to stop him. I wanted him to stay with me forever. His mother had written a letter to my mom from Vietnam telling that they have reached safely and Raj was missing me very badly. Those words lit my wounded soul. I still had the faith that he would come back someday and take me with him and we would live happily ever after. Even after 6 years (after he left), the memories were still fresh in my mind. The way we fought, the way we shared food, the way I fielded when he was batting around and the way I would wear my best frock whenever we went to their place. It was what I didn’t know. But I always felt good when he crossed by. It was something that I realized after he left. I used to sit aside somewhere thinking why did he go away? It seemed as the doomsday of my life has arrived. It was extremely heart breaking. One fine day I just came across my brother’s Orkut profile. There was a guy’s photo on it who reminded me of someone. I recollected it at once. It was Raj. I was on seventh moon. No bounds to my happiness. Finally god heard my prayers. I immediately sent him the request on Orkut. He accepted and was equally delighted as I. We talked for hours that day. I didn’t know that such things one shouldn’t share with mom. I told her the entire episode of how we I got to know that he is back in India and now resides in Hyderabad with his family. Mom now didn’t wish to continue any ties with their family (She thought of their family as a completely indecent and incongruous. They were very mean and ungrateful people). Once they left India, she decided not to keep in contact with them. She was not very pleased on hearing that I was talking to that guy (She thought he was a complete nerd). She asked me not to exchange phone numbers with him. But my heart was not at all ready to pay heed to her advice (I regretted later on). She was always an anti-social networking person. The thought that people can stay connected with one other through some chats and face to face conversation was no more a must didn’t go well with her. She believed in real relations. A virtual relation was a complete new wire in her life. She hated when I used to sit in front of my laptop and chat for hours. She used to give me that awful looks. I still used to chat. She indirectly tried to convince many times that he was maybe not a right guy for me. But I was more inclined to my heart. In few days he revealed that he was dating a girl from his college. I was thunderstruck. But still I tried to hold myself. I remained calm and tried to talk to him as usual. He gave me his girl’s phone number. We messaged a few times and then I found that she was not that keen to talk. She used to ask me a lot about his past life and stuff. I felt she used to doubt about him a lot. So I stopped talking to her. When I told Raj about it, he got annoyed. He said I should not speak ill about his girl. He said that it was just her possessive nature and she would love him till death. I don’t understand this how one can possessiveness be given the name of love. Love is like a free bird. The more free you let it fly the more it comes back to you. But still. It was his life and his love so I didn’t intervene. I didn’t know what I should react like. Should I confess my love for him or not? Should I stop talking to him? I was immensely immersed in thoughts. Vacations got over and third semester was about to commence and he got busy with his stuff and his chick so we had cut down our chats by then. I was getting ready for the new challenges lying ahead.
To Be Continued..