Talking is a lifeline for an extrovert.
This is a story of an extraordinary girl coming from a middle class family. She was a dreamer, a chatterbox, a cynic who wanted to fly, roam, explore and the list goes on. Her childhood wasn't a fairytale. Her parents were not on good terms, constant quarrel was filling in the home only with negative energy. All this was making it difficult for her to breathe in and now her only desire was to escape to peace. Her rescue came in the form of getting admission into one of the top central universities and thus she embarked a new journey, a journey of interacting strangers, making new friends, searching for happiness, taking decisions and most of the time wrong decision only. But all this was building her to be a good decision maker. Her life was no less than a hustle.
This extrovert hustler fell in love with an introvert. It was love at first sight. He was a dusky, calisthenics enthusiast, an otaku and gradually became the Sun and moon of her life, revolving around him day and night. This is where the problem started budding up because it was an extrovert trying harder and harder to have a communication at least with an introvert who was for the first time in his entire life was talking to a girl. Till his UG, he had no coed . Just imagine, in his PG for the first time at the age of 21 he is interacting with a girl from another religion who is walking straight and proposing him. Guess, what happened next? He rejected outrightly. She went into a shock that a girl can be rejected too. And it was also a shock for him too that how a girl can propose? So, technically both were going through a cultural shock and trying to look in through the prism of how north India is different from south India.
November came. He came too to her in the last week of November and proposed . She went into second shock and couldn't believe in that he is willing to be his guy now. But winter vacation started and they had no time to spend together inside the utopian wall of the campus because they had crossed the wall for their respective home.
For them it was no chat, no talk December. Then January 2019 came and the Second semester started. Now it was exclusively their Semester, meeting day and night, kissing, roaming around, going on dinner date, shopping, just being together and not studying at all. She used to be a chatterbox, just speaking and he being a good listener, just listening to her most of the time. Being with him, she felt free, happy and liberated from the negative energy.
But the dark chilling December came when he told his parents about the girl and expressed his desire to marry her. His mother rejected her on the basis of different religion and different culture, even without meeting and knowing her. How pathetic it is.
New year made its way and then pandemic lead to closure of the University, and she returned home even without meeting him because he had already left a week ago and due to the sudden closure of University pertaining to the pandemic, he didn't come back. She never met him . She never talked him. Ridiculous, no. In the digital era, they were still students of old school.
That happy extrovert ended up loosing him and loosing herself too. Now she became a ball of negative depressed energy swarmed with so many unanswered questions in her head and one question that has made her life hell is “How could he do this to me”?
The feeling of being deceived keeps on taking over her head now and then and stopping her to move on and have a margarita with a straw.
She tried to contact him but he has blocked her everywhere and they never had at least a last conversation about cherishing their happy memorable past and bid adieu forever.
She is still waiting for the answers. Waiting for one small text message. Waiting for one last phone call to bid adieu forever. Her heart is burning day and night to tell him “Let's talk na”.
