He enters my room, looks at my gloomy face and being the best friend that he is, says, “Sugar, wanna go for a walk?”
I nod. We walk and walk, without uttering a single word. Reaching Marine Drive, we both sit down at our usual place. Everything still unsaid. Sitting next to him, gazing at the sea. Such a known feeling. Just us. I can sense the silence talking. I realise that he is looking at me with a question in his eyes and mind. So typical of him! This stare..
**
I still don’t say anything. Am thinking, “Stop staring!”
And then interrupting the silent conversation, I tell him, “Aditya proposed to me !”
He still looks on, blankly.
**
I continue, “He says we will be great together and all that”
“So?” comes the question..
“So?” I revert.
“What did you say?”
“Nothing, what else could I say?”
“So you said, yes ?”
“No”, I answer blankly.
“You said no!” I can smell the happiness in his voice.
Looking him in the eye, first time in the entire evening, I say, “Yea, I said no.”
“Why ?”
“What do you mean..why ?”
“Why did you say no ?”
“Cause I don’t wanna be with him.”
Why?
“Can’t you just stop asking questions?”
“No, I can’t. Why?”
“What why ?”
“Why do you not wanna be with him?”
“Because.. ” I look below at the sea.Trying to control all the emotions stuck in the idiotic tear ready to roll down my eye. I close my eyes, “Nothing !”
Ignoring my reply, he asks..” Because ?”
Without thinking, I say ” because I want to be with someone else..Okay ? Happy? ”
“Who ?”
“Can we stop talking about this ?”
“Am asking you something !”
“And I am going..”
I get up to make a move.
“Sugar, WHO ?”
I stop and look at him with all the love that has been within me for years.
“I want to be with, The Boy Who Calls Me Sugar.”
**
Sandhya Dubey is studying to be a Chartered Accountant . She is an avid reader. An amateur photographer and has a blog, secretivewriter.wordpress.com.