I had left everything to God. I remember that day in August where almost against my heart I had fallen in love with you. I remember that day in March when I first got to hear about your engagement, and with a strange quietitude comforted myself that it can't be true. I remember the day I accompanied you on the journey to your friend's home, which was offroute my own home, and while we were seated in the bus, I, with the pretext of checking whether your watch dial is black or white, glanced at your finger and was relieved that no ring adorned it. And then you yourself told me. And then the mail came. That you had your engagement. And at night you called. To ask why I hadn't wished you.
Then, I who didn't visit a cyber cafe for 1 month after getting the news...why had I to take the net connection at home with so much haste? And why did you get online on the very first day? And why the same tagline once again darling? Well timed silence hath more eloquence than speech...whom are you torturing? Me or yourself?
In the mornings, why is it that you don't have a tagline, just the busy status. And why in the middle of the night you are online with the phrase we both had loved and discussed so much. Our friendship was a bliss, wasn't it? And everything on earth is predetermined, isn't it?
