Wednesday, April 25, 2007

Chapter Seventeen

When he reached home he heard an excited conversation between his mom and dad. They both were having a mobile phone in their hand and were trying hack into it. He found it amusing. They were playing with it like how a dog played with an object it found on the road; with an interest to know what it is, but with limited knowledge to explore it. He asked why they never informed him before they bought it. They said it was given to them in their office as a complement to commemorate its successful completion of thirty years of its existence.

He taught them how to use it. When he was done, his mother made an offer he couldn’t resist. She asked if he would like to have one! He gleefully accepted it.

As he settled to do some studying Ramya came to his home. It has been a long time since he saw her. It was long since he met Vinod too. He was happy to see her. However she didn’t seem to be in the best of her moods. She appeared glum. They talked about the happenings in their college and about the cricket match that was played a couple of days back. He didn’t talk a word about Shweta.

After a while, he couldn’t resist asking her… “Hey Rum… What happened to you? You seem to be dull. Are you alright?” She remained mute. Her reply perplexed him. “You remembered to ask that at least. So nice of you” Her tone was filled with sarcasm. He couldn’t make out the reason. She never talked to him that way. Never to HIM. He was more like a kid brother to her. She had always protected him, bearing upon herself any amount of pain. She never let him to be affected because of her. But ever since he began to get too attached with Shweta she had begun to react wildly. He felt she was feeling possessive of him and didn’t want him to let any other girl get the place she enjoyed in his heart.

He moved closer to her and asked again if everything was alright. He was genuinely concerned. He could feel her anger. She was very angry! She then said whatever she had in mind.

He realised he had been ignoring her for a few days now. Even when he talked he was doing it with no real involvement. He had never done that to her or Vinod. Vinod too was feeling the same but never came out with it. The undivided attention he used to give them was disappearing thick and fast. They wanted him.

He began to understand the reason behind her anger. He would have reacted the same way had she done this to him and probably much earlier and with higher magnitude than this. She left soon after. All they wanted out of him was to be normal. They were missing him.

He knew that the reason for their plight was him.

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