Frothy waves of the sea ... teasing
the shore and scampering back. Reminded me of my childhood when I used to ring
my neighbour’s doorbell and run away before anyone could open the door. All
its mightiness and yet the sea did behave like an impish child at times.
We were building sandcastles by the
sea. Aryan and I. I was making a horrible house while he was making a fine
fort. Awful attempt of mine, earnest effort of his.
“Aryan! I can’t seem to get the walls
right. It isn’t fair that your fort is coming out so well. Help me with my
home.”
Without looking up, he said “No.”
“You heartless cold creature!”
“Thanks!”
“Why do you take pride in being called
an iceberg?”
“Saves me from unnecessary drama. The
less you care, the less you are hurt. An attitude that you really need to
adopt.”
I just sat helplessly and stuck my
tongue out at him.
Sensing it somehow, he said “Yes, see!
That child inside you isn’t letting you build your sand house properly.”
In what I hoped was a sad voice, I
said “You won’t help me? Is that what friends are for?”
He looked up at me. “Friends? Is that
... Is that just what we are? Wow!” And he continued with his fort.
“Ummm ... But then what are we?”
I don’t know why and how but the
moment just paused in the air. I couldn’t pin it. His hands were busy and yet I
could sense his mind being busy elsewhere. I didn’t say anything further. After
nearly half an hour, we both had finished our architectural attempts with the
sea sand. And we were now perhaps thinking of appropriate words to break the
uneasy silence. What could be said that wouldn’t be ... and a dog came and scrambled
our thoughts. I mean the ‘sandcastles’! We both broke up in laughter! An hour
of handwork all ruined in a few seconds.
I smiled and said “Ok Aryan, I had
better get going. “
“Sure. Take care. See you.”
And we parted ways.
Aryan and I had got acquainted with
each other on a social networking site. From sharing opinions to jokes,
discussing current affairs and occasionally some gossip as well, our chats
never restricted themselves to any particular topic. What I liked most about his
was his practical nature, nonchalant attitude and the most remarkable, his wit.
Over time, the jokes shared between us got raunchier and ever so slowly the
curtain that keeps the formal separate from the candid slipped off. I now
discussed almost everything with him. All my worries, beau troubles. He
listened patiently and somehow that made all the difference. Telling him my
troubles made them vanish from my mind. He too shared his work schedules, his
girlfriend and family matters with me. And then one day, we met. At a cafe.
He was the tall, dark and handsome guy
of any girl’s dreams. For all his wit and talk, he was even better in person. I
thought of all the personal things I had shared with him and my face coloured,
much to his amusement. We talked and laughed and enjoyed our time together.
Each time that he spoke of his girlfriend his eyes twinkled up and each time
that his eyes twinkled up they touched my heart. I don’t know why. As if his
smile was a candle flame and my heart was a mirror. I told him of my boyfriend,
his fickle childish nature and he laughed, though I don’t know if at me or at
my boyfriend.
Over the span of a few months,
circumstances had changed. He was still with his girl while I had broken my
heart, nursed it back and was moving on with life. And we met a few more times.
Like today. But today was different. I couldn’t answer him. He was more than a
friend. But then what do you call someone who is more than a friend? Given all
its words, the vocabulary failed me.
I reached home and kept my handbag on
the table. The mobile buzzed and I picked it. Aryan had messaged me. And as
usual, as ever, as always, his message brought a smile on my lips.
I don’t know whether you will agree
with him or not but his message read “Accomplice? :P”
