It happened Jus the other day......

Truly Fictitious.....

She didn’t like pain. She was never one for those morbid, gory movies. Hell, she watched cartoons all her life! They encouraged her to watch such nonviolent things. She had a panic attack when she first saw her friends break-up .She was one for free, happy living. Do no harm to others, peace, et all.
The first time she met him was at an inter-college competition. When he made his appearance by her side. "You know something? There's nothing more I would like to do now than remove my shoes and my tie and run barefoot on the beach, away from this maddening crowd," she exclaimed.

That was the start of their crazy romance. Between two individuals who shared so much and differed so little. Being with him liberated her. It liberated her from her fears, her insecurities and comforted her in a way no other relationship had before. He was the perfect partner - he mirrored her thoughts, her opinions, likes and dislikes and made up for all her own flaws. They shared a love for food,sports, and writing. They were aggressive, creative, successful and brilliant. Her troubled graduation days, deep complexes and fears drove her to seek success. He was a reflection of her, but without those trappings. He complemented her, strengthened her and completed her.

The journey with him was more like a dizzying, wild ride. They did everything together, everything she had ever dreamed of doing. They had serious discussions under trees on park benches, they made out in dark movie theaters, they rolled with laughter on the worst possible jokes, they exchanged secret, loving glances across rooms; there was no end to the music of their love, to which they alone played the tunes.

She was in love for the first time - wildly, insanely, passionately and completely.

By living in their own sweet world, they were probably a lot happier. One month's up and they were not sure if they were supposed to be happy or sad about that. But in this one month, some things have become standardized - an unfailing routine that makes the adrenaline rush to your brain in the morning and puts you in autopilot for the rest of the day. He was in a black mood when he came to her few days ago. While he was happy to spend time with her without the constant prickling sensation of seconds ticking away to exam time, he seemed to be quite nervous. Very soon the things turned bitter for them.

It is a world of inadequacy. Nothing we do is ever enough. Someone is always ahead of you. Wealthier, smarter, kinder, of superior community, blah blah on and on. You are at best second. Always, if you are first today, history will overtake you tomorrow.

She had been sitting in her room without work, loitering in the walkway, the feeling of wind slapping against her face, nervously hoping she could blend in with the surroundings and he seemed rather sympathetic towards her situation. He looked thoughtful and being insisted a couple of times, he blabbered on about their problems concerning their family, personal life, commitment and finally the words that gritted through his teeth, “I am Sorry” . She looked at him shrinking further and further into the bed, puzzled. She opened and shut her mouth like a fish."But I did not want to," she muttered to herself and tears rolled down her cheeks.
He made suitable sympathetic noises and explained .Looking at him enervated her and she was half torn; she shuddered again and continued looking sad. She seemed to have made up her mind that it was all hopeless- he was crazy and she was determined not to let anyone snatch away that misery.

He told her how much he loved her; she nodded and tried to glare at him at the same time. She stared at him for a long with zillions of things running in her mind and suddenly she knew what had happened. That was wrong. It was all wrong. “You are one of the few people in this world who are genuine, why you doing this to me?” she yawped.
He looked to her in panic. “I wasn’t afraid of fighting for you, I wanted you to be respected by everyone in the family. I didn't want to marry some girl my mother had picked , I didn't want to pretend I had everything in my life when I never had anything I wanted. I didn't want to go through a marriage that would tie me down to the very things I always wished to run away from....,” he vent out his feelings and left the room.

He stared from the side door to her. Back and forth. And made his decision:).
At the end of the day's fuss, she threw herself down on the floor, unmindful of the brown patches on the back of her shorts, gulping water.
Now that one hurdle was crossed, she mulled over the hurdles to come……