Sajda was sitting in the first seat of the Company bus en route to office. To describe her way of living will be similar to describe the word loquaciousness that proved she was energetic and go on the run kind of girl. Any damn fellow will be running for her throughout his life just to get mesmerized by her free falling hair and gorgeous eye, the only two things men get most crazy of by seeing any women.
Years ago, when I got first re-located here and took on the firsts of journeys in my third home, my bus, which shifts us from our locality to office and back, the day when my eyes stopped to twinkle and my mind ceased to think post describing her beauty with every passerby, I felt sarcastically that there is nothing extraordinary about her just making me feel the other way inside. I was infuriated most of the times by her so called childish behavior never suited for corporate life. But gone are the days when our colleagues shall be strict and of villainous nature. Industry we are in makes us to work with those characters that are rarely qualified for sixth grade based on their way of living. Being Childish.
Not even I was allocated in my first project I proposed to Sajda. There is one thing I must admit on. Men never think twice before deciding the girl and will never think even once to make them happy. For men, feeling the gal happy is only thing they know. My age was to feel romantic and I was romantic in every way I possibly could. I was never a person who knows to hide the emotions in heart and particularly when the gal who swept you of the feet and made you to jump topsy-turvy sits next to your cubicle, I wasn’t able to and hence spelt the three beautiful words assuring her that life for me was her and I was determined to make her life blissfully happy.
Happiest times were those which not only proved productive in love life but also officially getting our due of recognition. Spending coffee time and travel was most beautiful when we could well imagine years of our future. Literally and metaphorically we were together either in office or through phone calls, even in dreams, dreaming about a love story each of them playing the lead roles.
Sajda improved her way of living while with me from being childish to getting matured when demanded. She started taking decisions of life time which proved great for our future and ironic when we laughed over popcorn thinking the state of childishness she was earlier.
I used to dream about my future, my better half, and the way every fellow dreams of. For most of them it might have been a passing memory, for luckiest folks like me, time will come when we see that as a reality. She loved me as much as I loved her rather I love her. I would embrace her tightly and kiss her whenever I feel deserted. Shoulder for me is the only thing I rely upon to wipe my sadness. She might not be an angel for others, for me she was and is, might be no one borrowed my eyes to see her. We never hesitated to shed our ego to be normal again. There wasn’t a day when I didn't get up with a smiling face to see her smiling face that was ready with a cup of filter coffee.
Those times went on for 4 years. But then, the inevitable happened. She became indifferent, impassive and her cheerful personality had diminished. "What happened to her"? I asked myself...Gradually, she diminished her phone calls to me. I tried cajoling her to talk to me but to no avail. Then, after weeks of cajoling, she finally told me that she had changed (she didn't know why, it just came all of a sudden). She told me that our characters do not match and sad to say that we should not continue the relationship. She implied that I'm a person who does not care much about the world around me (which is quite true as I don't trust friends and I'm quite a loner) She also said that there are small little things that also add up to her discontent. I was shocked and shattered ... I didn't know that she felt that way all this time... Well, I knew about my weaknesses but I thought that she accepted them. I cried and showed not the tears but the affection I still had in my heart. She said that it’s better for us to separate rather than go deeper into an unhappy relationship than is destined to failure (which is, sad to say, true). I am still in a deep depressed state. It’s been 2 years since she broke up with me...
I hoped to be with her again every second. It’s actually not her fault. She was doing the only sensible thing (to break up before we go any deeper). Sometimes, I feel like life is fragile.....
A beautiful thing like love can be ended abruptly that feels like a precious thing had been taken away from me...
