He woke up that afternoon and he looked around. He was stinking. He saw a little whiskey left in the bottle. The things he vomited had dried but the floor smelled horrible. He somehow got up, feeling weak. He didn't have any energy to see his phone but he somehow did. There were two missed calls from his office mates. Some new messages, mostly from the service providers. He somehow browsed the messages and deleted the conversation he had with her last night.
Things were always complicated between both of them. He had already been rejected twice. He cried when nobody was around, for he was supposed to be grown up. However, he managed to somehow stop the friendship from breaking up. Although he was supposed to be a 'just friend' she would always call him up when she wanted to kill time. He used to pick those calls up, even after being busy at times. However, things were not the same the other way around. If she wasn't in a mood to talk, she would barely pick his calls up and if she did so, she would show absolutely no interest in talking to him. He would be down at times but would be rejoiced once again when he would see a new message from her. He fell deeper and deeper in her love and he never realized it.
The conversation on the previous night was a bit too intense. He literally begged her to reject the guy whom her parents had sought for her. The latter one was well settled with a job in a software company in the US. He could give her the life she wanted and as expected she decided to accept the proposal. That night she was with her fiancé and she texted her that she was happy to accept the proposal. She told him that he was one of the best friends she ever made but she couldn't ever imagine him as her life partner. When he begged to reject she told him that he could never secure her future the way her fiancé could.
He couldn't take any more of it. He looked at the bottle of 750 ml. Royal Stag. He had almost half of it left. He poured whiskey in large quantities and drunk them neat. He didn't realize when he crossed the limit and he begun vomiting, blurting out "Anamika, I can't live without you". His eyes were moist and he fell on the stuff he vomited and he didn't realized when he dozed off.
"Enough is enough" he said to himself as he picked up the bottle of whiskey and the glass. He wiped the floor and changed his clothes. He was fed up of the life he was living. He went to the bathroom, took a bath and then looked at himself in the mirror. "Rahul, nice guys get screwed just because they are nice. You possibly didn't have the right moves or may be she never deserved you. It's high time you move on". He looked up at the shelf. There was a bottle of brand new whiskey he bought last week. He took out the bottle and dumped it in the dust bin. He switched off his mobile phone and switched on his TV. Luckily, he found 'Tom and Jerry' on cartoon network.
He remembered those moments of his childhood when he had a complete carefree life. Mummy ensured tears never invaded his eyes. Mummy took care of everything. The very thought of those moments brought a smile to his face. He switched on the mobile phone again and called up his mummy. After a 10 minutes talk he told "Bye, love you mom". He switched off his phone again and looked up to the wall clock. It was six. The sun was slowly approaching dusk. He took his car's keys and decided to spend the evening at the beach, watching the sunset.
On his way to the beach, he breathed fresh air once again. He felt the coolness of the air, which he hitherto failed to notice, possibly because he never had enough time to get out of his reverie of sorrow. He looked at the balloon seller at the traffic signal and he smiled. He reached the beach at six thirty. He sat down on the sand, closed his eyes and enjoyed the breeze. He felt alive, a feeling he was missing from a long time. Finally he was over with her. He was over with all those mood swing. He was over with those moist eyes. He was over with those hangovers. Finally he was over with punishing himself.
Things were always complicated between both of them. He had already been rejected twice. He cried when nobody was around, for he was supposed to be grown up. However, he managed to somehow stop the friendship from breaking up. Although he was supposed to be a 'just friend' she would always call him up when she wanted to kill time. He used to pick those calls up, even after being busy at times. However, things were not the same the other way around. If she wasn't in a mood to talk, she would barely pick his calls up and if she did so, she would show absolutely no interest in talking to him. He would be down at times but would be rejoiced once again when he would see a new message from her. He fell deeper and deeper in her love and he never realized it.
The conversation on the previous night was a bit too intense. He literally begged her to reject the guy whom her parents had sought for her. The latter one was well settled with a job in a software company in the US. He could give her the life she wanted and as expected she decided to accept the proposal. That night she was with her fiancé and she texted her that she was happy to accept the proposal. She told him that he was one of the best friends she ever made but she couldn't ever imagine him as her life partner. When he begged to reject she told him that he could never secure her future the way her fiancé could.
He couldn't take any more of it. He looked at the bottle of 750 ml. Royal Stag. He had almost half of it left. He poured whiskey in large quantities and drunk them neat. He didn't realize when he crossed the limit and he begun vomiting, blurting out "Anamika, I can't live without you". His eyes were moist and he fell on the stuff he vomited and he didn't realized when he dozed off.
"Enough is enough" he said to himself as he picked up the bottle of whiskey and the glass. He wiped the floor and changed his clothes. He was fed up of the life he was living. He went to the bathroom, took a bath and then looked at himself in the mirror. "Rahul, nice guys get screwed just because they are nice. You possibly didn't have the right moves or may be she never deserved you. It's high time you move on". He looked up at the shelf. There was a bottle of brand new whiskey he bought last week. He took out the bottle and dumped it in the dust bin. He switched off his mobile phone and switched on his TV. Luckily, he found 'Tom and Jerry' on cartoon network.
He remembered those moments of his childhood when he had a complete carefree life. Mummy ensured tears never invaded his eyes. Mummy took care of everything. The very thought of those moments brought a smile to his face. He switched on the mobile phone again and called up his mummy. After a 10 minutes talk he told "Bye, love you mom". He switched off his phone again and looked up to the wall clock. It was six. The sun was slowly approaching dusk. He took his car's keys and decided to spend the evening at the beach, watching the sunset.
On his way to the beach, he breathed fresh air once again. He felt the coolness of the air, which he hitherto failed to notice, possibly because he never had enough time to get out of his reverie of sorrow. He looked at the balloon seller at the traffic signal and he smiled. He reached the beach at six thirty. He sat down on the sand, closed his eyes and enjoyed the breeze. He felt alive, a feeling he was missing from a long time. Finally he was over with her. He was over with all those mood swing. He was over with those moist eyes. He was over with those hangovers. Finally he was over with punishing himself.
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