◇ 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 ◇
...
"Did I suffer so much to see you like this?" she asked, crying loudly.
"No I--" I started and she quickly walked away not even wanting to hear my voice.
I followed her through the crowd. Crying in anger, she walked quickly.
Breathing very hard, walking as fast as I could I tried to reach her.
"Rishma..." I shouted as loud as I could.
She walked on as if she hadn't heard.
I ran and stood in front of her. "Please listen to me. Rishma I am--" I said quickly trying to make her understand. But she didn't let me say the whole thing and pushed me behind.
"---I don't want to hear anything." She yelled.
"I do everything for us." I continued, ignoring the fact that she pushed me away.
She walked into the alley. She walked aimlessly, not even bothering with the stench coming from the trash that was placed there.
"Rishma..." I called tiredly.
Suddenly she turned around and yelled at me. "What have you done for us?"
"I've done this before. I will get a lot of cash." I moved towards her.
"Chris you.. you... everything..." she whimpered at a loss for words.
"Things are not what you think." I spoke as softly as I could to ease her mind. "You don't know about the outside world. Do you know what people say?"
"Why should you listen to people?" she screamed. "Everybody...says different things... then you only ha-have time to li-li-listen to them all."
I can't say anything against it. She stuttered every word.
"Is money everything to you? In the past you did many jobs only because you didn't have money. Why do you need money now? Am I not taking good care of you?" she asked.
"How long will you look after me?" I asked out loud.
"I'll look after you for however long it takes."
"Nothing will happen like that Rishma. Everything is just your silly thought." Closing my eyes tightly, I tried my best to make her understand.
"Haven't I nursed you for so many months? Still you didn't understand?"
"It's not like nursing just for a month or two, it's all about lifelong." I yelled under my breath, gritting my teeth.
"Just a month or two?" She repeated only those words.
That's not what I meant. She will think through a lot in a moment.
I faced her shaking my head in a no way "No...that's not what I meant...no"
"Just two or three months. Is that all you have to say? It's like hundred years for me." she cried loudly. I stood numb.
"This is what you would say if anyone asked. She is the girl who looked after me for just one or two months when I met accident, that's it?" She said in one breath.
"Nooo......" I also shouted in anger.
"That's not what I said. I can't live in someone else's care for the rest of my life, like I did before. I want to create my own identity."
"Is that why you choose this job?" she asked pointing to where the street fight was taking place.
"Is this the right job for you in this situation? Don't you have any sense, Chris?"
"I know no other work." I yelled at her.
"What curse you have to get knocked down by someone?" She shouted as hard as she could.
"I don't know what else I can do" I shouted dominating her voice.
"You're still not quite back to your old self."she stated.
"Then why did you torture me to go to the audition?" I asked as if I had plunged a knife into her chest.
"I tried to remove your fear and support your passion." She clarified.
"But after every audition, my mental condition was getting worse. You saw that. Why don't you understand?"
I wiped my tears before it touch my cheeks,
"Till now, you never listened to what I had to say. You interpret something... and do as what you want."
"Did you ever hear what I had to say?" She plunged the same knife into me. "Did you believe me when I said I went to Manhattan? You got away with saying something without any seriousness."
"Because I don't like my past. I can't even think about those past life experiences for a second." I explained.
"Then why you want to be a street fighter again?" She asked.
"For money. I can't beg everytime infront of you. I can't pressurize you and your amma. That's it."
"We spent a lot of money together, why are you ashamed now? How will I look after you if you get injured? Doctor Rachel said you have internal injuries. Don't you remember that?"
"I know how to fight. I don't need your advice to live my life." I said in anger.
"I need you in my life." She said.
For a moment my feet glued to the floor.
Without waiting for my answer, she left crying, left me alone in the alley.
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