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04/11/2015

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Soon, my craze for stories ended. The hunger seemed to have died. I knew the writer in me had started to succumb to the injuries that the world could not see. Nobody could feel the painful death. And nobody except me mourned his death. I sometimes wonder how human relationships have such massive impact on their nerves. However strong you are, you shatter. And you shatter terribly. Unknowingly.
It took a long struggle, both internal and external to be again able to pick up the pen. Because to write, I needed to think. And thinking about anything except her was unimaginable. The person, who used to write so high of relationship stigmas and how they are just useless, had himself fallen into the pit of a failed relationship. And to see myself in those shoes added to the agony. One thing of which I am sure even today is that more than the loss of the person with whom you promised to spend a lifetime, it is the sense of defeat as a partner that hurts. It is your amour proper that becomes truculent and comes to forth dumping all the love that you had for the person, propelling you to the state of desolation.
When after a failed relationship, you try to win the person back, it is not the love for the person that makes you do so, but the same sense of defeat that had initially agonized you.
Basically, it is the ‘how’ rather than ‘what’ that makes you uncomfortable.

04/11/2015

18/08/2015

It was a bright sunny day and my friends and I gathered in the park to play. My friend, Rishu, who lived just across the street in front of the park forgot to bring his bat. His parents were working and he used to be alone at his place during the day. He and I decided to go and bring the bat from his room on the first floor which he and his grandmother shared before she was sent to the old age home.

While climbing the stairs, Rishu slipped and sprained his ankle. I advised him to stay there till I get the bat. I reached the first floor and as I moved towards his grandmother's room, I sensed a sudden emptiness. The corridor to the room was brightly lit, a bit more than the usual. I could feel something following me, which I ignored as one of the scary pranks that he used to play on everyone.

"Leave it buddy, it doesn't scare me anymore", I said but got no reply. Though I could see his eyes peeking me from the dark on the other side of the corridor.

"I told you to stay down there", I screamed. No reply again.
I reached the room and pushed the door to open it. The door rushed back towards me and closed. It happened twice before I could feel the goose bumps all over my body. This was unusual as I have been to the room many times. I thought of going back to the park and turned to walk away. A sound stopped me, the crackle of door opening itself. I tried to look through the cracks on the door but could see nothing. I thought of giving it another try. I stepped slowly towards the room, entering with sweat rushing down my face and then to the neck. I saw the bat across the room, went and picked it up. The park was visible from the room window and I could see that Rishu had reached the park. I turned to walk out of the room, took one step and the phone in the room rang. The ring scared the hell out of me but I picked it up as nobody else would have attended it.

"Hello", I said in a crumbling voice.
"Hello beta", said my friend's mom. I could clearly hear her weeping.

"I am in a hurry. Just inform Rishu that his grandmother passed away at 4 today".

I looked at the clock. It was 4.15.

I looked outside the room.

The eyes across the corridor still stared at me.