Aranya Das

Drama

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Aranya Das

Drama

Broke Up or Still Breaking - 1

Broke Up or Still Breaking - 1

2 mins
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'I wish we could get married.'

Edit. Edit. Edit. Edit.

'Have you moved on?' 

Edit. Edit. Edit.

'I wish you were with me.' 

Edit. Edit.

'Please give me one chance.' 

Edit. 

'Please think about it once.' 

Delete. 

Exit Chat Thread. 

Close WhatsApp. 


Open WhatsApp. 

Write. 

'Hey! I think I'm high. I had a beer. The filthy bitter...' 

Laugh emoji. Laugh emoji. 

Send. 


I knew how much he loves beer. I wish he reciprocated at least half of that amount. 

Nine months from now, I'm going to be Thirty years old. 

Thirty!

Most importantly, Thirty and Technically Single. 


Six long years have passed which is, sadly, more than twice the number of years my first relationship survived. 

First, because I had two. 

Two failed relationships without any regrets but one failed love with all the ruptures and relieves - simultaneously. 

I have thought a lot of times to find someone, adjust and get married as almost all of my friends were getting married one after another but won't that mean cheating the person? Most importantly, cheating myself?

I haven't moved on from him. 

No. Not an inch.

How could I just get married to someone else with an ocean full of love for him in my tender heart and naive mind? 


One evening, three years ago, I even downloaded three matrimonial apps but couldn't gather any courage to create a profile though I'm someone who believes in creating one new account for Amazon/Flipkart every time rather than try retrieving the old account. I'm that quick to register myself - with five Gmail accounts - two active and three created because I forgot previously registered ones. Too lazy to retrieve. 

Probably, Universe too got lazy to retrieve my love. 

(Sad emoji. Sad emoji)


I couldn't just get myself registered and move on forcefully. 

Probably, there are thousands of broken hearts trying to heal and deal but I'm weak when it comes to my autumn which never really arrived.


My scintillating sun has been well clouded since the day my heart broke. 

I dealt with breathtakingly bitter life experiences without anyone spotting any difference. But when it came to matters of the heart - I'm sorry I'm delicate and ailing. 

Hence, I couldn't come to terms with the fact that I too, should get married and have somebody roughly to call mine.

I still dream of clear blue autumn skies reminiscent of him.

An Ex-Almost. 

An Ex-Something.

An Ex-Maybe.


*Ping* 

'Beer is Love, Aru!' 

Read. 

Smile.


Type. Delete. Type. Delete. Type. 

'So are you Autumn!' 

Send.


Double Tick. 

Seen. 

No Reply. 


Exit Chat Thread. 

Close Whatsapp. 


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