[Continued from here] [Part 1 here]
The doorbell rang. I decided to stop moping and open the door. It had been hours already; I needed to fix dinner and get some work done. As long as I wouldn't die, I need to survive. That was the only thought driving me for the last few months. For several weeks after that fateful day at the airport, the silence and the guilt had consumed me. I lost him, my job, most of my friends and my own self-respect. But as long as the guilt wasn't killing me, it wasn't paying my rent either. Gradually I decided to move on, get a new job and occupy myself. To the extent that today I didn't even remember what day it was.
The doorbell rang again. It was Shikha, who lived next door. Once, she was a great friend.to both him and me. But she never looked me in the eye again once she got to know why I broke up. She told me she wasn't judging me, but was pained for him enough not to be my friend.
She stood at the door with a few envelopes in hand. The postman had wrongly delivered the mail again. I took them and she left, without saying a word.
I put on the lights and settled on the bed to add up the bills for the month. That's when I saw the white envelope marking my name and address in his handwriting. Written letter? From him? My heart skipped a beat. I could not decide whether to open it or not. My hands were shivering and tears welled up in my eyes. After several minutes of numbing anguish I decided to open it. I wasn't breathing. It looked like a letter. The only thing I could think of was why a letter. Why not a phone call or an email or...
"Happy anniversary...." I started to read.
[To be continued]
The doorbell rang. I decided to stop moping and open the door. It had been hours already; I needed to fix dinner and get some work done. As long as I wouldn't die, I need to survive. That was the only thought driving me for the last few months. For several weeks after that fateful day at the airport, the silence and the guilt had consumed me. I lost him, my job, most of my friends and my own self-respect. But as long as the guilt wasn't killing me, it wasn't paying my rent either. Gradually I decided to move on, get a new job and occupy myself. To the extent that today I didn't even remember what day it was.
The doorbell rang again. It was Shikha, who lived next door. Once, she was a great friend.to both him and me. But she never looked me in the eye again once she got to know why I broke up. She told me she wasn't judging me, but was pained for him enough not to be my friend.
She stood at the door with a few envelopes in hand. The postman had wrongly delivered the mail again. I took them and she left, without saying a word.
I put on the lights and settled on the bed to add up the bills for the month. That's when I saw the white envelope marking my name and address in his handwriting. Written letter? From him? My heart skipped a beat. I could not decide whether to open it or not. My hands were shivering and tears welled up in my eyes. After several minutes of numbing anguish I decided to open it. I wasn't breathing. It looked like a letter. The only thing I could think of was why a letter. Why not a phone call or an email or...
"Happy anniversary...." I started to read.
[To be continued]
6 comments:
interesting.... its difficult to wait!! I want next part asap.
BTW i like dis new template .... the pic is really nice :)
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Btw, don't you think in fiction we miss out on some of the stupidities that real life characters do.. there is some extrapolation that any fiction demands.
Anyhow, waiting for the next part.
PS: Playing with templates ... hmm :)
I liked the one before this the most.. ( black and grey)
oh god!..its jus like a daily soap..wer the episode ends jus wer a mystery is suoppsosed to unfold...
can't wait....
make it soon...:)
OMG cannot wait for the next part...
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Thanks for reading. Sorry for the delay, but hope the last part satisfied *some* of the curiosity.:)
PS I like this template now :)
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