It Might Be...

"Hey, do you know Rohan has got a job?"

The words began to echo in her mind. Few images along with some soothing voice flickered on the wall against her like a montage---

A boy and a girl under a people tree...

"What will you do first after getting a job?"

"I will propose to the girl for marriage whom I love."

The girl's eyes numbed, she was not expecting this answer. He said, "It's the most important thing for me."

"Really?"

"Any doubt?"

"Do you love me that much?"

"Any doubt?"

"Uff...Can't you ever give a straight answer? Can't you directly tell that..."

"The 'indirecticism' is the essence of our love. We don't need to tell anything directly, we can read each other's hearts. We didn't even have a formal proposal but still, we have passed seven years of love."

"And it will continue for the rest of your life."

The phone rang. She looked at the screen and discovered the most awaited call for the last year. The images kept on flickering. She thought it might be...

"Hello, Kavya, next month I am getting married. I know things are not the same as before but still, you were my best friend. I want you to come on my special day."

The flickering images scattered...