I was chilling at home, listening to my favourite Johnny Nash music while looking out of my window. I saw him. May be, he was going to his house.
He smiled. His smile is contagious, may be for me, because I see that genuine honesty in his vibrant smile. I smiled too.
He came near the window. I waved my hand to come inside. He comfortably said, "Nah, it's okay!".
"I want you to come home, today, at 9 PM in the night" he said.
When I asked why, he said there's a Pooja (prayer) at his place. I said okay and we bid each other with a smile.
I was confident that, I wouldn't go. I was searching for the reasons to say.
I was back to my Johnny Nash songs.
He called me in the noon again, reminding me of the pooja, and that it would be done by 12 PM in the night. My parents knew him, so not a problem, they would let me go. But, still, I didn't feel like going.
It was evening, my dad returned home and asked me why didn't I go. I didn't have an answer, I kept mum.
I went out and came home, went straight into my bedroom, opened my closet.
I thought and thought and realized that, indeed he is my best friend, how could I hurt him, by not going, just because, I was on medication. He knows what I'm going through, but he doesn't have any problem with it. He still invited me, right? I had to go. I went through all the dresses and zeroed onto a Pink and Black dress with a Mix n Match dupatta.
I got ready, all dressed up, bushed my hair and all.
It was 11 PM, I still didn't go. Somehow, something was stopping me. He was calling me again and again. I didn't answer his call.
I texted him back "Where are you?". I know, I was being stupid and dumb.
Time flies, right. It was already 11:30. His continuous calls made me feel guilty. I couldn't avoid his calls anymore, I had to answer him. I said "hello", by the time I answered, he disconnected my call.
With his phone number on my dialpad, with a feeling, fighting within myself whether to call him or not, I kept staring at my phone.
Few minutes later, he came directly to my place, and a gush of nervousness came over my face. He was angry. He didn't say anything. He asked me "why didn't you come?". I went up to him. In a trembling voice, I said "I wanted to, see am all dressed up". "Then, why didn't you?" he said in a high pitch.
"I don't know!", I said. I started crying. He came close to me, held my hand, and said "It's okay!! It's completely okay!! Don't cry. I don't want you to feel bad. I was worried about you, when you didn't turn up. So, rushed to see you".
I stopt my crying after a while, and gave him the gift which I bought for him.
He laughed at me and my dumbness. He opened the gift and loved them. They were 2 pairs of footie socks in blue and black, his favourite colors.
He said "Thank you!!!!" and smiled at me. Ah that smile!! I love it, especially when I see that Love in his eyes.
He held my hand tightly and said "Come, lets go home".
And finally, breaking my inhibitions, I stepped out confidently with him, smiling, wiping away my tears..
He smiled. His smile is contagious, may be for me, because I see that genuine honesty in his vibrant smile. I smiled too.
He came near the window. I waved my hand to come inside. He comfortably said, "Nah, it's okay!".
"I want you to come home, today, at 9 PM in the night" he said.
When I asked why, he said there's a Pooja (prayer) at his place. I said okay and we bid each other with a smile.
I was confident that, I wouldn't go. I was searching for the reasons to say.
I was back to my Johnny Nash songs.
He called me in the noon again, reminding me of the pooja, and that it would be done by 12 PM in the night. My parents knew him, so not a problem, they would let me go. But, still, I didn't feel like going.
It was evening, my dad returned home and asked me why didn't I go. I didn't have an answer, I kept mum.
I went out and came home, went straight into my bedroom, opened my closet.
I thought and thought and realized that, indeed he is my best friend, how could I hurt him, by not going, just because, I was on medication. He knows what I'm going through, but he doesn't have any problem with it. He still invited me, right? I had to go. I went through all the dresses and zeroed onto a Pink and Black dress with a Mix n Match dupatta.
I got ready, all dressed up, bushed my hair and all.
It was 11 PM, I still didn't go. Somehow, something was stopping me. He was calling me again and again. I didn't answer his call.
I texted him back "Where are you?". I know, I was being stupid and dumb.
Time flies, right. It was already 11:30. His continuous calls made me feel guilty. I couldn't avoid his calls anymore, I had to answer him. I said "hello", by the time I answered, he disconnected my call.
With his phone number on my dialpad, with a feeling, fighting within myself whether to call him or not, I kept staring at my phone.
Few minutes later, he came directly to my place, and a gush of nervousness came over my face. He was angry. He didn't say anything. He asked me "why didn't you come?". I went up to him. In a trembling voice, I said "I wanted to, see am all dressed up". "Then, why didn't you?" he said in a high pitch.
"I don't know!", I said. I started crying. He came close to me, held my hand, and said "It's okay!! It's completely okay!! Don't cry. I don't want you to feel bad. I was worried about you, when you didn't turn up. So, rushed to see you".
I stopt my crying after a while, and gave him the gift which I bought for him.
He laughed at me and my dumbness. He opened the gift and loved them. They were 2 pairs of footie socks in blue and black, his favourite colors.
He said "Thank you!!!!" and smiled at me. Ah that smile!! I love it, especially when I see that Love in his eyes.
He held my hand tightly and said "Come, lets go home".
And finally, breaking my inhibitions, I stepped out confidently with him, smiling, wiping away my tears..
