And so I figured I can take out a 'little' time for my dear blog, now that there're only twenty days left to my execution (Relax, it's just boards!). So I had this new follower, Diwita. Amazing blog this girl has! I was going through her blog when I came across a series 'When Oops became an understatement'. Unfortunately, there're only two parts to this classic fictional piece she wrote. Thankfully, she permitted me to write a part III to it *God bless her soul*. You can read the first part HERE and the second part HERE AGAIN!
She, now is resolute, she will remain silent of course. She will try and make amends, but she knows that countless lifetimes aren't enough to repent what she has done...to make up for it... *sigh*
The penalty of some mistakes, is to suffer in silence.
And that's what she did, is doing and shall do.
Sooner than anyone realizes, she would have faded away from their lives...especially HIS....like ink from an old paper.
But does she have the strength to do that? If not, then WHAT ELSE can she do?
"So bloody many book! How does Sahana manage to grab the slightest sniff of oxygen between the pathetic smell of these worn out folios." thought Rehan, as he first time entered the school library, sure that he would find her here. He had so much to tell her. He saw Riya then. *phew* She would definitely be knowing of Sahana's whereabouts. "What are you talking about? You don't know where she is?! You were supposed to be the one closest to her. Anyhow, she hasn't entered the library since a couple of weeks now. I hardly see any of her. She might be busy with her projects." answered Riya rudely as ever. She never really liked him. Obvious reason being how deadly a crush she had on him and that he had rejected her.
No libraries, deactivated accounts, switched off mobile, impeccably invisible to nearly everyone in school. What's wrong with this woman?, thought Rehan, who knew the chirpy nature of her. So much so that entire grade used to know when she'd missed the school (of course then there used to be no one fool around and laugh and jump like a jackass all day in the corridors)! TWO WEEKS NOW! He hadn't seen the slightest of her. Did he hurt her in any way? Damn it! He should have restricted himself from touching her. He knew her well enough to gather the fact that she would not want Sia to be hurt; that she would have felt like a slut letting a guy touch her, who belonged to somebody else. But how could he? When those length of her locks caressed his face when he hugged her, when her hazel eyes would turn into an outstandingly tiny sized gaps like an infant laughing with all its might. No! I HAVE to tell her.
And the fan rotated as slow as it could. Sahana couldn't figure out what exactly she was to do. "Sweetheart, are you sleeping? Is everything okay?" again her over-concerned mother. But which mother wasn't; she loved her the way she was. Yes. Exactly the way she loved Rehan. Rehan. She shivered at the most feeble imagination of his. Oh, how she wished she hadn't fallen into his arms helplessly each time. But how could even she stop herself? As if his emerald eyes weren't enough to melt and break heart at the pretty much same time. As if him being any more handsome wasn't enough for her to fall for him at each sight of him. It had hurt her. Yes, it did. She didn't want him to reach out to her in any way. She mustn't see him anymore. If she does, she'll break down and unknowingly the chips would fall on the table. *metal cracking* *metal cracking again, louder this time* What the hell is that?, thought Sahana, "Those bloody cats!" *metal cracks again*
She walks out in her balcony. Empty pavement. "Mom is out? That old lady doesn't even bother to at least announce, let alone inform." *metal cracks again* Agitated, she bends down to shoo the cats away. HOLY MOTHER OF JESUS! And she sees down gaping stupidly like a cow. She looks around to check if someone's aware of the happening. "Rehan what the hell are you doing on the damn pipes?! My house door opens, just so you know.", she screeches, afraid he might fall. "I'm halfway through. You want m to break my toes jumping down? Get aside of the railing." So she did.
Finally in the room, safe. "Before you shriek, I didn't use the door because in case if Aunty would have been here, she wouldn't have spare me any time with you alone." Squeezing her eyes Sahana glares at him. Of course Rehan knew it was about an explanation of his untimely presence with the super-heroic entry. Those eyes; how could he forget. Oh, how much he'd missed those. He stepped ahead to hold her, to feel her warmth, for her tresses to sale across his face and remind him of what it was like to love her. She backs off. Something is definitely wrong! Rehan tries scrape out any sort of justification that he can out of her, to know her aim of alienating herself from the world. Same standard replies.
Exasperated, he waggles her hard enough for all her organs to blend into a perfect juice. Only he knew how long he'd waited to see her. To tell her the metamorphosis their relation had undergone. To tell her what HE had undergone - with her and without her. He explains, she refuses. He convinces, she denies. He holds, she drops. Trying everything he could, Rehan falls on his knees, helpless. She hates to see him this way. "Why're you doing this to me?" inquires Rehan. "Because I'm dating someone now. Moreover you have Sia. We should stop whatever it was now Rehan. It's high time." Surprised on mustering enough strength to blurt that lie out on his face, it cracked her up to see him in tears. He decides to leave. Hugs her; maybe for the last time. Her hair, her ivory white skin, her warm hold. Savoring to her touch, he smiles when he realizes, how petite she was to let him engulf her in the strength of his arms. He is leaving now. He turns, to see her. His eyes teary. Sahana still in bewilderment of keeping herself from breaking down in front of him.
Rehan decides to walk home. Quite unlike him. That was something showcasing Sahana's characteristics. She'd said it's therapeutic. Indeed it was; now was it that he realized. Of course, he's hurt. He smiles into nothingness. He even knew through which fibre her blood traversed. Damn it, she still doesn't know she can't lie to me, realized Rehan. He could see how hard she'd been trying not to cry, how hard she'd held him before he departed. Determined, he walks. Sure of confessing to her his love and making her his once again. 'Making her his?' Blah! She was always meant for him. He knows what to do now and waits for the right time. Because now he knows that all he's ever done in his life till now, was make his way to her.
To be continued....
Till then, tener cuidado!