Life is.. well, life.

Please read the previous part (Bloody Hell!!) before you read this.

It’s been more than a week since the most special Saturday in my life. I remember every movement, every sound of the dream sequence of events that happened that day. But, today, somehow I get a gut feeling that very soon it’ll become a hazy memory which I’ll want to forget.

Hmmm..

She got home late that night, and sent an SMS that she had reached fine. I saw the message in morning when I woke up. Believe me, there is no fresher feeling than to receive her message the first thing on a Sunday morning. I replied back almost as soon as I woke up, even before I switched on my computer. And, I got her instant reply. She hadn’t been able to sleep well, and she said she’ll talk to me later after freshening up. I looked forward to chatting and talking with her as soon and as much as possible. But it wasn’t to be.

No news from her till night, when I got impatient and called her. She told me to stop fretting, we were not a couple yet, and that she just had been busy all day, cleaning up her hostel room etc. “Alright. Fair enough”.. I thought.

Weekdays started. Three days passed before we really got to talk much. Both of us got busy with our colleges, assignments, etc. It wasn’t like I couldn’t live without talking to her, but there was this sudden empty feeling every night before I went to sleep when I wondered.. “And another day just got over, without any laughter or happiness”. I hate weekdays.

Thursday comes and I get into active mode. Obviously, I didn’t expect her to come to Bombay again. I asked her if she was free this weekend and if I could come down for a few hours. Fortunately, she was free and more or less, in agreement.

In simple words, I was excited. My first trip to an outside city just to meet a girl.

And then, Friday night happened. She told me on chat she couldn’t meet me this weekend. She wasn’t feeling okay. It wasn’t clear to me if she wasn’t okay healthwise or she wasn’t okay with meeting me? I offered to call and talk to her, but she said she just needed to sleep and logged off.

Saturday morning comes, and goes, evening comes, and goes. One day out of two wasted.

Desperate for an answer, I emailed her.. “Why don’t you tell me what’s going on? Why didn’t you come online or call me at least??”. After five minutes, I was thinking.. “Oh god, why did I write that? What if she was actually busy! I am such a cynic! What will she think about me now!!”

Sunday morning, 7 am: I am wide awake, checking my mail as soon as lan-ban got over. And I have her late-night reply. She had extra classes and labs at college. And no, we couldn’t meet on Sunday either because she was too tired.

Again Monday comes, gets over in a flurry of classes, one dumb lab, with dumber lab partners. No communication with Susie. I hate Mondays the most.

And as I lay awake on my bed, tonight, Monday night, I can’t help but reminisce about the week gone by. I haven’t been so happy and so sad simultaneously. Why do I get this weird feeling that she is trying to avoid me. Life seems so empty, so boring. Was I better off before the special Saturday? Maybe I expect too much. I don’t know. I am just not feeling good about this. Life sucks.

And then, the phone rings… “Susie calling…"