“So do you have a boyfriend? Back in India?” he asks.
“Yeah and No!”
He gives me a puzzling look and laughs saying, “Can you be clear in this at least. Break up, huh?”
“I liked a guy. He liked me too. But he left me for his ex. I know it is pretty rude, but please don’t tell anything like that to me straight on my face. I’m having a tough time trying to get over this and I am not ready to listen to the usual lectures about how I’m being the fool here!”, I say in a hurry.
I decide not to narrate the entire incident to him. It is something that I’m still trying to put behind me. And this can wait. Maybe, I am weighing my thoughts whether or not this person deserves to know about my screwed up past!
Of course his curiosity didn’t stop him there and he asks, “Are you going to India now to meet him by any chance?”
“Maybe! Hey, what do you think? The guy who blocked my contacts everywhere and the one asked me never to try and reach him and expected me to take this change all in one day would want to meet me?”
“Seriously!!”, he pauses giving me a are-you-mad stare and continues to satisfy his curiosity. “Who is he? I may know him.”
“Come on, I don’t want to tell you anymore details now.”
“Okay, you don’t have to. I will get it from you later”, he says grinning.
I lose my patience, slightly getting frustrated I open my mouth to ask him to stay out of this and then I pause. In the dim light, all I could see of him was his clumsy appearance and how he never bothered about taming his hair nor trimming his beard. How could I possibly like spending time with someone, about whom I once thought making a sane conversation was never possible and always found excuses to avoid it.*What was I saying anyway?*
I slowly look away from his eyes ‘cause I didn’t want him to know that I’m staring at him for no reason. Of course why should I, when I am telling him how torn apart I am when the guy I liked left me for another. I finally gather my thoughts together and say, “I just can’t get over it!! End of Conversation!” *Wait what am I trying to get over?*
He laughs again. Coming a little closer to me he says, “Come on, everybody moves on. Would you not like another guy here? I bet you will soon”, he says with such confidence. “So quit the drama and move on fool!”
Little did I know that I am already looking at my reason to move on. I never knew that I would end up talking so much with him. But that’s who he is - A warm personality with always so much to talk whether it makes sense or not. One of the many reasons for people to like him despite his complete weirdness.
I hated him for his judgment on me. ‘Hey! You can’t ignore the truth.’ But I knew I have found myself a friend here in school, here in the new side of my world.