Friday, 4 April 2014

The Guide [Part-7]


~"There are times when you're done with your life, when you want to scream and shout and end it in a moment."~

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I took the ticket to the next train to Shimla. I had to wait for a couple of hours at the Railway Station. Every face passing by me had a different story to tell. Maybe some were strong enough to face it and some were good enough to hide it. But everyone was dealing with a different devil in their life.

I took a decision. I had to take it. I didn't want to but I was forced to take that step. I decided to end my life. Suicide, it was. I had no one. I was a ditched soul. Everybody I loved went away. Maybe it was my fault. Maybe I was bad at relationships. Maybe that's the reason everything feel apart. I should have helped my parents out. Had I not ignored Athira and Viyaan, maybe that didn't happen. But still, how could they do this to me. How could they cheat. With every passing minute I was drowning in an ocean of seclusion. I couldn't live with this pain, forever. So it would be best to end it now.

Before ending it, I wanted to visit Shimla. I loved the place more than anything. I wanted to recall the childhood memories. We used to come here, back in my summer break when I was a little girl, when we were a happy family. I wanted to relive those memories. On one of our school trips, we came to Shimla, that was when Viyaan kissed me for the first time. I had made many memories in this city. And before leaving, I wanted to go back to the best time of my life. Maybe not the existing real life, maybe the memories might give me a bit of happiness before I reach my destination.

The wait had come to an end. It was early morning. I could hear the train coming to the platform. I got up and picked up my stuff. The train was there. I took a deep breath and stepped inside. I was going on a journey with no return ticket. I had to change my train from Chandigarh station. And I did so.

I took my seat. After a while, a guy came and sat at the opposite berth. His smile was really charming. He had a big camera in his hand, DSLR probably. He gave me a smile and I smiled faintly. His little dimple was visible. He adjusted his specs. He seemed to be like a guy with a high intellectual level. Looks could decieve but that was what I could make out from his looks.

I was lost in my thoughts. That journey was long. I didn't want to reconsider my decision. After a while, a tear started rolling down my cheeks.

"Hey you alright?" That guy from the opposite berth said.

"Yes, completely." I faked a smile.

"Are you sure? You can tell me something is wrong. Alright?" He said with a voice full of concern.
I nodded.

I didn't know when I fell asleep. I woke up to the sound of someone saying, "We're at Shimla. Wake up." That someone was tapping on my shoulder. It was that guy from the opposite berth.

I rubbed my eyes and saw outside. We were at Shimla. I thanked him. He picked up his stuff and was about to leave. He said, " Take care pretty girl. Don't let those tears bring you down."

Was he trying to flirt?
Probably not.
He seemed to be like a guy who had a girlfriend and he loved her with all his heart. He looked pretty decent.

And he went. I was picking up my stuff when I realised he had left something at his seat. It was some sort of a letter. The logo said it was from London School of Photography. Seeing his DSLR made me think that it might belong to him. It wasn't right but I opened it. It was an acceptance letter.

It said, "Congratulations, Hriday Sharma. You've been selected at the London School of Photography", and it went on. I looked around, he was no where to be seen. I had to give this to him. How could that guy be so careless. This was such a big opportunity and he didn't even bother to look again once.

Hriday Sharma, I have to find you before I die.
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