Its strange what a week can do. I was erasing messages from my phone today and stumbled upon a couple I had sent to somebody. A week ago. We weren't the best of friends. We had just begun to know each other. I liked him. We practised for tournaments together. I supported him. I felt bad for him. I tried to console him. He seemed nice. Good. We were friends. Were.
A week in Bangalore changed all that. In close proximity, we drifted apart. He seemed suddenly brash, insecure, defensive, irrational. Everyone thought so. Tried to see his side. Couldn't. Tried to fell sorry for him. Couldn't. He blamed me. He blamed everybody. He was upset. He lost friends. I lost him.
Just for a minute today, I remembered how things could have been. Its not a big loss. I am not sad. Just pensive. I now feel uncomfortable talking to him. I put up a facade. I laugh with my teeth. I speak ill of him now. Behind his back. He probably does that too. We still greet each other.
Just for a minute, I wished nothing had happened. Then I deleted his messages.
Thursday, November 13, 2008
One week ago
Posted by Dhrubo at 2:45 AM
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3 comments:
Sometimes,everything may go topsy turvy in even a single day...One week is such a long time for that matter.
:) It's true - sometimes coming closer to a person is actually a bad thing because you actually end up seeing who they really are...
You're the one I feel sorry for, however.
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