Compañero – A “Hauntingly Beautiful” Past

Compañero – A “Hauntingly Beautiful” Past

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DISCLAIMER: ALL NAMES AND INCIDENTS ARE FICTITIOUS, blah blah and more blah is mere co-incidence.

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1. Link For Chapter 1: Compañero – Am I Dreaming?

2. Link For Chapter 2: Compañero – The Beautiful World.. And You!

3. Link For Chapter 3: Compañero – And She’s Gone!

4. Link For Chapter 4: Compañero – The Most Awaited Call

5. Link For Chapter 5: Compañero – The Wait Is Over

6. Link For Chapter 6: Compañero – You’re Not “Heart Broken”

A “Hauntingly Beautiful” Past

And that beautiful call ended. I had a smile on my face and a sense of relief. But my heartbeat rose. That call took me to the past, the past that was hauntingly beautiful. The things which I never discussed with anyone were getting revealed in front of her. I didn’t know what was that. But my past, which was untouched for so long was now being etched by her and I was unable to do anything but do as she was saying.

That wasn’t love, I was sure of it; love can’t happen like this, I don’t know her. We’ve just talked one night. But one thing I was sure of was that there was some unsaid chemistry between us; something I’d never felt with anyone for long; something I was in dire need of. Now the need of the moment was to let the things go and see what happens next.

Saturday

“I’m in my car now; will reach your place in 15 minutes. Be ready.” I said

“I’m ready since ages.”

“Woah!!”

“Haha Come fast.”

“Yeah.”

I met her at the previously said location at the exact time. She sat inside the car and hugged me.

“So where are we going?”

“Anywhere you’d like to go.”

“No. You say. I’m bad at this.”

“Okay then let’s go.”

“Where?”

“My favorite place in the city. We’ll have something to eat.”

“Oh! Let’s go.”

“Yep.”

As soon as I started the car, she said, “So tell me now.”

“What?”

“Who was she?”

“Who she?”

“The girl you loved damn it!”

“You’re quite impatient.”

“Yeah.I am.”

“Okay. But you’ve to wait. I’ll tell you, but after I give something to my poor stomach, it’s empty from morning.”

“Haha! Alright.”

“Though, you shouldn’t discuss your date’s previous love life on the first date itself.”

“Oh! So that’s the rule? And this is a date?”

A simple, sweet and sober love story: And That’s How It Was Meant To Be

“Why? It isn’t?”

“May be.”

“Don’t break my heart like this.”

“Listen my love, you aren’t heart broken.”

“Haha! You’re too good.”

“I know.”

“So you learnt the lesson?”

“Which lesson?”

“If one “Bad person” took entry in your life and ruined it to the extent that you no longer believe in love, then trust me, you never loved that person too, because love is not like this. Love gives you happiness, a charm, a glow; love is a bliss. So don’t limit yourself, let love enter your life.”

“You know so much about love right?”

“Yeah. Life teaches you. Just make sure you’re attentive enough to learn.”

“You’re awesome.”

“I know.”

“Haha! How far is that place? I can’t wait to listen to a modern era “true-love” story.”

“So impatient!”

“Yes I am. I told you.”

“We’re almost there. Wait.”

And her childish behavior started. She begin making various faces, shaking legs, became restless. And I was sitting beside her, looking at her, and smiling. There was something special with her that all those things that irritated me, were now making me smile.

“Reached.”

“Woah! Now tell me.”

“Are baba wait. Let’s go inside, get seated and order something.”

“Alright.”

We went inside that place, Maria’s, got seated in there. The waitress over a corner saw me, gave me a smile and came towards me.

“Your order Sir!” She said.

“Not again Ani!” I said, “Stop calling me sir everytime.”

“But you’re our customer here.” She said while laughing.

“If I’m just a customer here, then I’m leaving.” I got up.

“Hey, hey, cool down. You know I was kidding Adi.”

“As if I was serious.”

A poem for you long lost Best Friend – I Miss You

We both shared a laugh.

“So what should I get you?”

“Ask her.” I said indicating Alia.

“Cappuccino with almond biscuits.” Alia said.

“Sure mam.”

“And you Adi?”

“Same same.”

She smiled and left.

“Now tell me.” Alia said.

“Okay, so let me tell you the whole story. Make sure you don’t disturb me in between.” I said as I took a deep breath.

“Okay sure,”

“Her name was Shivangi.
I came to this city 4 years ago to become a writer. My parents wanted me to be an engineer, but I somehow convinced them and came here with high hopes. I used to live in a small room here, so that I take minimum amount from my parents and disturb them the least. For whole day I used to be inside that room and keep on writing. And when not there, I would go to park to get some fresh air and thoughts.

6 months passed like this and I had my first complete manuscript in my hand. That was the day I came back to see my parents after six months. They were happy too. After I came back, I started going to various publishing houses, but alas!, all I got there was some insult. No one liked my manuscript.

A poem written from the core of my heart to touch yours: Aakhir Kyu

I was broken, but not hopeless. So I started again, I begin working on my second manuscript. Same dedication, same level of hard work, same isolation from everyone. But after another 8 months, when I was done with my second manuscript, I got the same results.

Shattered again, I thought how will I face my parents and the society. Everyone’s gonna kill me. But I still had that determination.

I went and faced my parents again, they scolded me, as usual, told me to come back and start studying or do something else. But I told them my plans. They thought I’ve gone mad and they started forcing me. But I somehow convinced them and asked for another eight to ten months. They didn’t wanted to, but after looking at my determination they agreed.

I came back to this city, changed my room and shifted with a guy so that I get someone’s company and started working on my third manuscript with the utmost level of concentration and pressure at the same time.
And after 7 and a half months, the result! All same. Again rejected by everyone.

I began to doubt myself. That was seemingly the end of my dream. I’d lost everything. I didn’t want to return to my parents because I had no power to face them. Life was proving me a loser. When I was returning on my scooty from the last press’s office, I had only had one thing in my head, Let’s end this. SUICIDE!

Link For Chapter 8: Compañero – The Girl I Love

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