Archee Pal

You get a text that the most beloved family member of yours is no more. Your parents gotta rush there and all you can do is watch it all happen in silence. You can't go see the dead body because you're on bed rest. The most you can now do is call the person who promised to be with you when no one else would be. You call them. No answer. You call them again. The call gets rejected and that's when you wait for a moment. But you can't do it for longer. You really need to talk to someone to calm you down. Someone who would calm your soul and the fire inside you. Someone to tell you that life is all about birth and death and a lot more. You call them again and you find the number is switched off. They did it. Yes, because they don't know what you're going through and they don't even want to know it anymore. That's when you'll realise you lost the two most important poeple in your life!

I needed him to talk to me about love tonight. Hey... I don't always demand it but actually... It's raining here. And I miss the love. Ofcourse I hate to have feelings and the 'love' thing over it. But I believe in them equally. That's the only irony of my life. The reason I say I love the rains as equally as I hate them is because they tell me how someone can meet you for the first time in the rain and no one else would take their place now that they're gone. Gone to the places they wouldn't come back from. You miss them now. But then, why do you miss them still? Don't you have someone else already now? Oh... Yes, I've someone. The one whom I texted that it's raining and that I miss him and a lot more. He was being so sweet to reply immediately— with the blue ticks . There's something about this rain and it is that it will always remind you of the love. The past one because the memories never get faded away, instead get clearer. Rai...

How would you feel when this happens to you? When you text them a lot that you miss them and they're checking it all away without any responses. You for and instance feel that they are busy or they might be but then it hits you. The promises they would make at your first date. " I can't afford loosing you " " I would never be too busy to be with you " " I would never miss an opportunity to see you when it rains " You now realise how those promises were so fake and the forehead kisses that they would lend with each promise. No one is allowed to lie. It's so much easy to lie but​ lie is a short term statement. It dies all at once and then it hurts. People stop believing in humanity anymore. Everytime when I now see a different person who tries to approach me, I step back wondering if he would damage me the way last one did. If his words are a lie too. If his promises are fake too and obviously I no more believe in those forehead kisses. ...

Did he know that I needed to talk to him badly tonight? He never takes my calls but he just did and was nice. Of course it was really formal like everytime but it was soothing. I miss the way he would tell me that he loves me everytime we would end a call and now that he doesn't even utter a 'bye'. It's weird how he still doesn't want to return back those love letters I would give him but he doesn't even want to read them anymore. It's weird how he can't stand a day without watching me but I'm not his addiction anymore. It's weird how I know that we love each other and no one says that. It's weird how we both miss ourselves and none wants to be together! We had a super cute love story that was ended by the norms of the society. I now know how age and caste difference can be so much more powerful than the unconditional love.