Shruti Gupta

Drama Tragedy

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Shruti Gupta

Drama Tragedy

Some Changed, Some not

Some Changed, Some not

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The clock struck 12. My glasses on, phone in front of my eyes and WhatsApp open. Lights are off so that mom doesn't get to know that I am still awake. I stare at the screen waiting for that message to come. A notification pops up. Neither form my baby, nor from my love but from a stupid.


A stupid with not a heart beside his name but a smiley face and an emoji with tongue out. I sit texting him till 3 and then tell him to put his phone down and get lost in his dreams where I await him. To this, he tells me that I always rule there. A smile springs up. I switch off my internet, put my phone beside and lay down to sleep. But open eyes, pink cheeks, heart-pounding and that smile still on, I get to know that he has become someone special.


We meet every day. Same time, different places. And he is always there before me, be it rainy days or chilled weather. I am always late..! I know so much about him and I tell him everything- my period cramps, long week, bad exams and my best friend's recent breakup. I tell him and he replies. I text him and he reads. . . . It has been three years now. A lot has changed and a lot not.


We do not meet every day, but every Sunday. Same time and now the same place as well. He's still there before me, be it rainy days or chilled weather. And as I told you, I am always late..! I still tell him everything- my period cramps, long week, bad exams and my best friend's recent breakup. I tell him but the difference is he doesn't reply now. I do not text him anymore, rather I write letters.


I give them to him and maybe, he reads them but not in front of me. I met him today. It's not a Sunday but his birthday. I saw that someone had brought him red roses. But only I knew that he hated them. He liked blue orchids instead. So I showed up my bouquet (that was an expensive one) and put it beside him.


I placed my letter there as well. I sat there for a while but he did not utter a single word. He did not even read my letter. I thought he'll read it after I am gone. So I stand up and walk away. Oh, I almost forgot to tell you. Before leaving, I had put a stone on the letter so that it doesn't fly away. Cause he has got no hands to hold it. All he has got is a cemented grave all over his body...


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