"…and the way he held her and pulled her, curled her waist round his arms, then kissed her for two long minutes. The movie was rubbish!” he said coming out of the bustling exit hall. The walls around were enveloped by the postures of the very movie, where the hero and heroine were passionately kissing each other. The same heroine whose movies he never missed, he detested her today.
“I loved it dude, it was romantic,” said Nikhil.
“So did I,” added Rajesh.
“And why on earth would the daughter of a millionaire elope with a local goon.”
“It’s called love dude.”
Ishant kept quiet, Rajesh and Nikhil continued gossiping while he tried to ignore them. In the evening, they went to the circus.
“And this is what I call fun, a real fun. The ropewalker! She was amazing. When the magician took out a cat from his hat instead of rabbit, I nearly died laughing,” he said coming out of the exit gate, a few people were around.
“Ish, we’ve watched the same thing more than three times,” said Nikhil.
“What’s wrong with you?’ asked Rajesh.
“But it was funny!”
As he passed through the alley, he saw a couple smooching each other. Gnashing his teeth, he passed by on clenched fist, suppressing a strong urge to rebuke them for acting ingloriously in a public path. The couple paused as they noticed him and continued as he vanished.
It was midnight when he woke up. He visited his inbox once again, now he would feel pleasure reading and re-reading it. Sometimes he wondered how she could write all those in four sentences only. He checked it and rechecked it;
I like you; you are a nice guy, Ishant. It’s just that I don’t want to have any affair with you. I’m not ready for any kind of relationship right now. I’m really sorry, Ish.”
He sighed and rested his elbow on the table, rubbed his warm face, ran his fingers through his disheveled hair, came at the window, looked out, it was silent outside. He took a deep breath and went back again and read it and re-read it.