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ONE MORE IMPORTANT THING THAT ONE PAIR WILL BE AT 2nd POSITION SO IF YOU PLEASE COULD HELP ME IN DECIDING THAT.
HER POINT OF VIEW
After climbing up all the stairs we were finally at terrace. I knew he was looking at me then, but this time this gaze didn’t make me feel special, didn’t make me feel loved, really??? Still I was curious to know that why was he looking at me. I was feeling different. It was a mixture of emotions, I was happy that finally we were there at our old hanging out place but sad as well because now we are not old ‘we’. No matter how much I hate him but I could not forget that he was my guest so being a good host I gestured him to sit on the chair and he did. I get shocked because I was not habitual of seeing him obeying me in fact among us I was the one to follow him but obviously now we are not old ‘we’. As if we would have been then he would not have missed that chance to cuddle me. I was getting in the waves of his memories but thankfully my mind stopped me and brought me back to present.
I could not take his gaze anymore so I thought it is better for me to leave and to go to my favourite corner of terrace. I knew my responsibility towards a guest didn’t end there but still I could not control myself more. How days change??? Earlier we used to meet almost every day (not almost, exactly everyday) but still our talk never finished and now we were meeting each other after almost 4 years but still we had nothing to talk. Our position and our faces made me remember one thing.
We were in 9th standard then also he was sitting there like that and I was standing near the same corner of terrace because he did break my lucky pink racket just 2 days before regional tournaments. Today everything was same, his position and my position. Even today he was looking at me and I was thinking about him but 2 things did change. Neither I was angry nor was he looking at me with his apologizing looks. Wait a second what if he was looking at me with the same apologizing eyes.
Old memories were just moving in my head and even after my try I could clearly see them moving in front of my eyes and then came the last one where he left me alone. I was crying but he left. I was literally dying but he left. I was cursing my heart to love him but he left. I was abusing our love, my belief but he left. I wanted to cut those lips that quench his thirst but he left. I was abusing my mind to still care about him but he left. He left me all alone.
My eyes were filled with tears and image of that cruel moment got blurt like it happens every time when I remember the pain given by him. Seeing the state of my heart my mind started asking that why my heart always do this to itself. My mind send signal to my legs to move from that corner and go to some other place where his gaze could not reach me but my heart being stubborn stopped my legs. I don’t know why my heart wanted to stay there. Was it just because it wanted to show him that his presence didn’t affect me or was my heart really enjoying his gaze???
HIS POINT OF VIEW
I followed her to the gate of terrace. I wanted her to look at me, I wanted to look her into my eyes. I knew she would never look at me in the same way as she use to do earlier and you know the worst part all credit goes to me. She just gestured to me sit on chair and left to her favourite corner of terrace. Yes that corner is her favourite. As that corner of terrace gives you the view of a silent road with trees planted on either side, no people and no houses. She gets their peace. From our childhood she loves to be alone. She used to tell me that being alone makes a person more calculative to what that person is doing and what should he do. Actually that time her thoughts seem to be at the heights of head of burj khalifa for me. Even now I have the same feeling for her thoughts but I wonder does she still think the same.
Oh god, how time flies!!! I remember that we were in class 11th that time. One fine evening she told me that there is only one thing in this world for which she could sacrifice her being alone time and that was my company. She told me that she only enjoyed my company more than her silent world and peaceful time.
Before I again start recollect those memories I wanted to stop my mind but I could not. My heart was not allowing me that. She was standing at that corner of terrace. I just wanted to turn her once. I just wanted to see her once. Before going there I promised myself that I will just see her once. I will click her one picture through my mind and will make her stay in my thoughts always.
She has rolled her hair to make it a bun and that bun was fully supported on a clutch. I just wanted to remove that clutch and to see her hairs. I wanted to know that she still has that long hairs or not. I desperately wanted to kiss her hair. I wanted to feel her hair on my face. I wanted to smell the fragrance of her shampoo. I wanted to tell her that she still looked the same from backside obviously because I have not seen her face till now. Yes she came in front of me but obviously my eyes were down because of my guilt. I wanted to know that she still feels something for me or not. Obviously her both answers will make me feel bad but what to do with this heart. I wanted her to look at me once. I wanted her to talk to me once whether it would be for cursing me. I wanted her to touch me once whether it would be for slapping me. I was ready for her every punishment. I wanted all those things for just last time. Just for last time.
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