---------------------------------------------------------------- A Confessed Love ---------------------------------------------------------------- She was not my lover as against ur thought, but still I love her as a good friend. Well who can define a love between good friends? She was my good friend. Though I won’t express my dearest friendship, it was, always. Oops!! I was wrong. She wasn’t my good friend. She is. Yep, she is. Neither she nor I invited to have a party. But as a nice friend she always holds a better position than any other in my mind or heart or whatever you may say. Sometimes I may tease her despite knowing that it will do a boomerang job. Still I reserved some place for her in my mind. That is love; love for my good friend. That day, at the weekend, within ‘three hours’, I don’t know what happened to me. After the long walks to and fro the Technopark, where we were welcomed to the drenching air conditioned Cochin Hall of Park Center with a round chair for the Campus Bloggers; where we had fulfilled our hunger desires with cash draining delicious Domino’s Pizzas inside the food court on the seventh floor of Thejaswini, the ‘plush of KSRTC’ made me insane. Everything was turning upside down. Toppling relationships; shattering friendships. As I said I always kept her in my mind, not the least. But the pacing technology with Nokia 1112 and BSNL’s unlimited messages till 2000 though only a 1000 were left and the perplexed mind did some mischievous art. I don’t think that was mischievous, but seems odd and may be questionable. I sent her messages expressing my love for her as a good friend. At first she reacted calmly as though I fell in love with someone. But I was not going to refrain from it. The frankness of my heart was the reason. She misunderstood my love for her as a good friend with a valentine. I know she was greatly mistaken. When I tried to fix my stand, the more resistive she became. Also she commented my messages seriously but in an ‘exponential manner’, still she cared me with a simple please. But that was not enough for me to stop messaging. Finally the ultimate barricade put down with no please in front of it as the exponential messaging from me assumes infinity. Days passed. The ‘Connecting India’ is somewhat disconnected. My ‘Connecting People’ seems dead. Before ‘that three hour’ I will get a reply soon for everything what I text her. Now there is nothing. Nothing to see; nothing to hear. All I can feel is a big void inside me. I must regret for everything what I had done. Yes, I’m. -------------------------------- Post from CEA LIVE Campus Blog Dated February 26, 2009 by Rubin Geo Varghese
Posted on: Sun, 29 Sep 2013 06:31:55 +0000
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