Irresistibly & Irrevocably! - Part II

She shut the door behind her and with a faint thud, sat on her bed. Sighing deep, Jen tried to relax her perplexed mind. For now it was stuck in a situation more complicated than those complex macromolecular structures in chemistry and she had no reference book to her rescue, this time.

She was puzzled, while on one hand Jeny recollected Sid’s words that spoke highly ill about love and relationship, it pricked her, yet on the other hand she couldn’t deny the intensity of emotions that those three words carried.

While she desired to ignore every disturbing thought that hit her and focus only on the better blissful part, her brain had this disobliging habit of forcibly getting her to reason out things she didn’t want to.

Relationship is nothing that I can deal with. To add to it, this is the board year. I barely get time to even flip through a novel, how on Earth will I manage a commitment,’ Jen spoke to herself.

Her school bag reminded Jennifer of school next day. She couldn’t let the things be as weird as they had been ten minutes back.

After around two long hours of debate, finally her heart took over as her brain surrendered to rationale out any further. ( Yes, that is another symptom of love fever) the only problem that now popped up before her was how would she let Sid know about it. A tete-a tete confession would be too audacious a plunge for our shy Jennifer.

“ Maybe a call or a simple short text would be a finer option”, she wondered.

Rummaging through her handbag, she quickly took out her cellphone

and while she planned out things in her mind, her phone rang. Needless to say, it was Sid.

I still marvel how miraculous things as such begin to occur as soon as you’re in love.

“Hey Jen”

“Hi, was about to call you.”

“Okay. Any specific reason?” he questioned, hinting at the obvious.

“No, just like that.”

None of them could think of something reasonable to talk about. After talking for another two minutes, the two of them decided to hang up.

“Bye,” greeted Sid in a weary voice.

“ I don’t hate you either, Bye.” came from a shaky, nervous voice on the other end.

Before any further questions could be raised, Jeny disconnected the call, leaving Sid with a brainstorming session in his head.

“Now, how am I supposed to decipher what Miss Magdalene’s I don’t hate you either hints”, he fumed.

Does that mean she loves me? Or is it one one of her silly ways to sophisticatedly refuse my proposal? Did Jen mean she likes me as a friend? Why did she have to be a typical girl when it came to responding to a proposal?

Just then Siddhanth received a text message that cut out all the confusion,

“I Love You too, Sid.”

[ This is a joint effort by Pratidhi Chowdhury (yes, that's me!) and Megha Gupta ]

Anguish Of The Heart!

I often fly to the past, 

a sweet picture runs before my eyes,

Gradually the picture blurs, fades away,

And silently my heart cries.

I ponder I've traversed a long way

From that lovely past to the lonely present

& without those hands firmly gripping mine

I feel like a full moon reduced to crescent.

Its ironical how life has its own story

of joining paths and a million heartbreaks

Insane is the heart that loves,

Despite the heartaches.

-Pratidhi Chowdhury

Cupid's touch!

            "Even if my heart should call out your name, even if these arms should want to embrace you, and even if I'm all cried out and in pain, I’ll never fall in love that way again."

She kept repeating the same in her head over and over again but all in vain. Saying you’ll never fall in love again is synonymous to saying you’ll never smile again. No matter how hard you try not to, someone is going to come along and make you. Stumbling upon love once makes you wise enough to want to stay away from it, yet as they say you don’t fall in love consciously, it just happens.

Love hurts and scars and wounds but no heart is strong enough to take in that lot of pain. She was no different. Being deserted by the cupid's soothing touch often leaves you in excruciating pain or even worse, all numb. She wanted to deviate her mind and concentrate on things other than him. Yet her freethinking brain seemed more adhered to her heart than to her head. A battle she didn't feel worth fighting. She wanted to call him, tell him she was glad he was there, that he cared and pampered her, but words to him no longer fit right in her mouth, silence was the only acceptable state her heart would grant. He would never know for she refused to showcase her emotions in his presence or maybe she was still uncertain about it. All the words he could have had, all the phrases he might have danced to, the smiles which would have been imprinted upon his heart, would never be. And his lips would never be able to reply to the words she could not say.