Relationship is a word that has
multi-dimensional prospectives. My tenth class result was complimented with a
new mobile phone. It was an act of respecting privacy by my parents, who then thought me to
be matured enough.
SMS was an effective tool used to keep in
touch with people. Men like me, who had a very low eye contacting skills, were
helped a lot by this. The person chatting with you never saw any cheesy
expressions on your face, and you get a lot of time for creating punch dialogues.
The telecom providers too facilitated this with a lot of cheap SMS offers.
Messages were sent and received in hundreds.
People seemed to honor this service by recognizing it as a hobby. But one of
the numbers in my inbox surprised me. Initially I thought it to be ‘make a
fool’ approach. But this girl with a beautiful voice put me in a crisis. She
was unaware of the fact that I was still a Cartoon Network addict who never
missed Tom & Jerry shows in the evening. The notion of romance appeared to
be too terrifying except when expressed by those bubbly cats.
Of course I was eager to receive her messages, but
stammered unreasonably after reading it. The idea of a girl in love with me was
encouraging but , I was not prepared to handle female emotions and thoughts,
when I was myself stuck in a out-of-control mode. Helplessness is a state of
conscious syncope, where only your friends held the key for hope. This incident
was shared unconditionally.
The
news of a girl sending me messages had almost paralyzed half of their thinking
capacity. Collective approach resulted in multiple brainstorming sessions,
where different solutions were put in. Majority of the solutions were in
support of the girl, but I was not ready to get stammered any more and was
wavering.
This guy who had a dominating knowledge in
girl psychology put up a striking idea. Girls always want their boyfriends to
be of an acceptable standard. Once they doubt you to be treacherous or thought
you to be a bag of unexpected dangers then you are out. This trait was taken
advantage of.
A phone call was made. Hearing her innocent
voice wrapped in hope made me reluctant in executing the idea. The propounder
of the plan took the plunge and there was a nice re-establishment of familiar
words in a very low grade manner. She went quiet, but showed immense guts in
hearing all the well structured spontaneous eruptions of high grade insult.
I expected the plan to be a success as there
were no messages there after. A call form her number again was of zero
probability, but this girl seemed to be outside the limit of logical approaches,
because she called back in two days. She talked very politely and to my
astonishment she was very resolute and unwavering with her decision. She declared
unceasing messaging thereafter.
The next better solution was considered. A
change in my number. The alteration of my number was undertaken with extreme
confidentiality. I was saved. I had thoughts about that girl but never a second
thought on my decision.
After a long gap when you apologized and
introduced your boyfriend to me, I was glad that I had a place in your most
remote memories. Accept my late apologies for what I had done. Let me take
this opportunity to upgrade our relationship, by making you my first adopted
sister. And be grateful in saving you from a lifelong hazard.
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