The Ode to my Love -II

"END IT????", She asked with a deep heavy tone..

“End this conversation for now”, he replied giving Sneha a sense of relief.

“You always do this Rohit, I’m not going to end this conversation mid-way… no matter how tough the talk will go, we’ll talk and settle it down right there. We decided that, didn’t we?”

“Not now Sneha, this is not the time. I have my meeting in 40 minutes. Why do you do this at this hour?”, Rohit replied seemingly irritated. “You know mornings, I like it quite without much of noise”

“So now my words sound noise to you.!!! Great Rohit, I have my work too but I wanted to solve this because this is important to me than anything else in this world. But it doesn’t seem the same for you.”

“No matter what I’ll say right now, you won’t listen to me and misinterpret me as always, so it’s better that we shouldn’t talk now. We’ll talk about this at a saner moment”, he left collecting his car keys.

The bell at that car keys, that Rohit hate but Sneha’s love for bells has kept it there, reminded her the first time they went for a ride in that car.

“I don’t think so he’ll come and ask you for a date. If you like him then ask him for one, no?”, Ritika, Sneha’s best friend asked.

“Me??? Like really, Ritika? Out of everyone, you are saying this. You know me to the core and still you are asking me to go and ask that arrogant Punjabi for a date, no ways..!!!”,Sneha replied.

“I know you to the core, that’s why I’m saying. He’s the only guy about whom I’ve listened from you. And he’s average looking as well” Sneha gave a glance. “Ok.. Ok.. Good looking, then what’s the harm? You can also live your life”

 “Let’s see what happens” she replied.

Rain poured heavily that night and Sneha was standing in the parking lot with her scooty broke, she tried many times but it wouldn’t start. Drenched under the gift from the God of Monsoon, she was calling her friends but as the destiny have it, there were no networks. And then she turned towards the light coming from a car and the beaming light has let her hands on her face and she couldn’t resist but to ask for help unknowingly who is in that car.

Seeing Rohit in the car, Sneha hesitated at first but then realized that this is not the time for her to show her princess attitude. “My scooty got stuck, could you help please?” He tried but it won’t work. “ I don’t think so it will work, we’ll call the mechanic tomorrow, for the time being I’ll drop you, it’s raining heavily.”

“I can go on my own, thanks.” She replied with a bit of hesitation.

“I know your ego won’t let you come in my car, but sometimes we have to move over our ego and do what is necessary”

Sneha was thinking about the things happened this morning,"He was right, I should have behaved, he doesn't like to talk in the morning. I know that but still I do that, I'm an idiot.. Let him come today, I'll talk to him in the evening and we'll be back to our lovely days again", she was talking to herself.

 “I don’t wanna fight especially at this time, you know how tough it has been for us to make our parents agree for us, after so much hard work we have managed to bring them along. Now, I don’t want it to get all messed up again and this time because of us. Remember Sneha? Sometimes we have to move over our ego and do what is necessary. See you in the evening. Take care. I love you a lot.”

Rohit was about to send the message to Sneha so that they can get over with their fight and finally get married after their long fight with the society for their inter-caste marriage, with their parents for their love and with themselves after being so different from each-other.. But he couldn’t due to his divided attention on the wheel he met with a tragic accident and their love couldn’t get to each-other.

Sneha is still waiting for that evening to come when Rohit will turn up and tell him that how much he loved him and Sneha could rest in her arms forever. That message is still in the draft, to be sent entitled to the recipient “LOVE”.

PS: All of us somewhere now and then do this, we bring our ego in between and don’t express our feelings, don’t let the other person know what we feel about them and neither do we understand that we need to understand other’s point-of-view as well. Go and talk to them, talk to them before it’s too late to tell them how much they matter, how much you love them. Sing your ODE TO YOUR LOVE..!!!!