◇ She wasn't my girlfriend
Neither she was my crush.
But in the list of priorities
She always remained the first ◇
◇ He is mature, I'm childish
He is responsible, I'm careless
He is strong, I'm sensitive
Hence proved, its also can be friendship ◇
...
"Sorry, I'm sorry for talking so much and boring you." He apologized to me.
"No sir, you have told me many good things."
"Good. Now the first thing you need is health."
"Thank you sir." I looked at him for few seconds. I left the hall with a smile on my face.
The fourth door in front of me was also closed, but a new door was opened in front of me by a man whose name I did not even know.
He left me confused. Should I follow my dreams or not?
My life is hopeless. Therefore, no matter what happens to me, no matter what decision I take, no one around me is going to be affected.
This is the only dream I wanted to fulfill in life, I have to fulfill it at any cost.
Cost !
I put my hands in my pocket and took out my purse.
Some coins and few notes.
Money given by amma was also spent. At most there will be money for only one or two days.
I walked with my bowed head, not knowing what to do. I don't even know what kind of work I can do here to earn cash.
On the way to home I looked at the floor and took each step.
Nice bricks. Some have cracks and some have no cracks. Some feel very rough and some feel smooth.
It seems like I took ages to walk to the quarters. I reached in front of the house and heard Rishma talking to someone.
"Arghhh... that punch... you should have seen it. Oohhooww"
Mrs.Masson. It didn't take me long to understand this sweet voice.
Inside the house, Rishma is ironing my black suit and Mrs.Masson is babbling about something.
Rishma's attention shifted from the shirt to my face. "Chris," she said.
Mrs. Masson suddenly fell silent and turned back to look at me.
I smiled at Mrs. Masson saying a hi, and changed my gaze to Rishma. She has the urge to ask me what happened in the audition. Because of Mrs. Masson's presence she stood silent.
"Hello" Mrs. Masson smiled. "Where were you?"
"I.. I went to audition." I said, looked at Rishma, her eyes are asking you got selected ? you got selected ?
"And... I got rejected."
The glow on their face slowly turned off like the street light.
"I'll change my dress and come back." I excused from there and came to the room and closed the door. I took a t-shirt from the cupboard and placed it on the bed. Slowly unbuttoned my shirt.
"I was scared when they beating each other. How fast they hit people. In no time, he was covered in blood all over his face ! " Mrs. Masson exclaimed.
Beating? who?
I listened intently to their conversation.
"Do you know many people were around to see that fight." Mrs. Masson wondered.
"Umm hmm" Rishma replied with a hum to everything she was saying.
"If it was a women's street fight, I would have participated." Mrs. Masson wished. "Aahhaaa. You're not just a teacher, you have an Indiana Jones inside you, right?" Rishma said.
I took off my shirt and put it on the bed.
If it was a women's street fight. I repeated her words inside my head.
That means, there is a street fight going on somewhere near here.
Will I have to be a street fighter again for pennies?
I thought deeply.
Shall I go out into the street again? or not? Yes? No? Yes? No? Yes? No? Yes? No?
For others it's just a timepass, but for me it was a profession. I made a lot of cash doing street fights.
As much money I say will be given in my hand.
I looked at my reflection in the cupboard mirror.
Those scars that still haven't fainted, I felt like that old twenty-year-old boy was standing in front of me. Looked at my rough hands that beat about seventy-five people or more.
While receiving bundles of notes in my wounded blood strained hands, the pain of all those beatings and bruises disappear somewhere inside me.
I took the t-shirt from the bed and put it on.
Came out of the room. Mrs. Masson is still talking out of breath. Rishma listens to everything very interestingly and irons every piece of cloth.
"Where is this street fight going on?" I asked walking up to Mrs. Masson.
She paused her talk and looked at me, "You're back, it's near the college."
"Oh." I shook my head.
"I'm going outside. You beauties continue your conversation." I said and looked at them.
