It was around 8:30pm, he gave a 30 bucks and walked slowly down the line with the unknown track of his path. Don't know which way to choose, but he was sure to dig all those memories he had left in his temporal lobe. His little heart was full of complication story, "It was my fault that I talked with u ! ! ! ","I never wanna talk with, don't dare to call me!", he sat near the platform crossing the masses, the train was 2hrs late. She became zombie, he had a tangible hurt deep inside which made him more excruciating. The time he could recall was the only moment when they both were busy ending night calls, messaging was a favorite time-pass they ever had. There came a time when every moment was precious for them. Those thought was very unreal, and somehow she was never a zombie before.
A girl was coeval & exquisite in her mid 20. Distance played a vital role and it was the reason of bonding them for last nearly 05 months. Innocent of disguise was tyranny for him. Every rose has its throne, and he was quite sure for that. He had a numerous countless thoughts and it was not possible to handle by his tensed brain. He grabbed his smart-phone and the music was only his soul-friend, "That's Why U Go-MLTR", his every-green song. Slowly the waiting room was about to void, he opened the small tourist guide-book of KOLKATA and searched for his foot-steps. He had covered almost all the major regions, city-Metro was closed at Sunday. Since he was from North-East all the people were staring at him as if he was a foreign-tourist, he got a city map. He laid down in a wooden bench with a broken thoughts while she was unknown or not-concerned of him, and he dont know how they got in abysmal situation. He couldn't remember why she was fighting with no-reasons, doing only things out of box & suddenly he stopped receiving emails/msgs. He was fallen from the mountain high, tried to connect but she warned not to call/msgs.
It was a day when he was on his craziest way to fly Calcutta. His friend told him the frivolous impact of visiting her, but he made his mind. He had 7K bucks in his wallet dat was for his new handset. That was eve-night and New-Delhi is a city of chance rick accident. He went city station to purchased a ticket that was double of original price. He messaged her at-least dozen a day, but sorry it was unreachable. She never got a chance to call him, he was on huge shock how could this happen to her. With in a week she twist her back to him. He tried to connect through her profile but was not of any use. He had a petty situation. By hook or by cook he manage to land at his destination. He feels glad to see the giant "HOWRA BRIDGE", it was his first visit, he could see the wooden buses and old vehicles. Yeah his friends were true that KOLKATA is very dirty and peoples over there are shameless, but he didnt had any link with them. His purpose was not to see those slums or crowd, instead searched her location. He called her more than a century but shit ! ! ! nothing last forever... after his days long call she received it, without any HELLO she pour her anger at him."How dare u came KOLKATA huh!!! I don't wanna see ur face, go away its waste of ur time. You were special for me, but now its over". His heart was dimmed and the ray of hope seems to fade while listening her tyranny words.
He was very unknown what was happened to her at that time. Where he gone wrong? Is this a revenge or wat ? Really it was a big hit. The hope was hopeless and faith in her went in vain. That's a huge mystery in his chapter of life. By then he realized that Destiny is not a matter of choice, its a matter of chance. He had a thunder of queries relating those tragedy happened with him. Should He blame in his fate? He was totally numb and switched to silent mode, couldn't outer a single words owing peoples are responsible for what he was/is/will.
A big noise crossed her ear drum and he could see his last LALKILA EXPRESS. That 2 day gave him a new lesson of a new begging to start a fresh morning. He saw KOLKATA STATION for the last time in his age, by then it was already 10:30pm and the train moved towards NEW-DELHI.
A girl was coeval & exquisite in her mid 20. Distance played a vital role and it was the reason of bonding them for last nearly 05 months. Innocent of disguise was tyranny for him. Every rose has its throne, and he was quite sure for that. He had a numerous countless thoughts and it was not possible to handle by his tensed brain. He grabbed his smart-phone and the music was only his soul-friend, "That's Why U Go-MLTR", his every-green song. Slowly the waiting room was about to void, he opened the small tourist guide-book of KOLKATA and searched for his foot-steps. He had covered almost all the major regions, city-Metro was closed at Sunday. Since he was from North-East all the people were staring at him as if he was a foreign-tourist, he got a city map. He laid down in a wooden bench with a broken thoughts while she was unknown or not-concerned of him, and he dont know how they got in abysmal situation. He couldn't remember why she was fighting with no-reasons, doing only things out of box & suddenly he stopped receiving emails/msgs. He was fallen from the mountain high, tried to connect but she warned not to call/msgs.
It was a day when he was on his craziest way to fly Calcutta. His friend told him the frivolous impact of visiting her, but he made his mind. He had 7K bucks in his wallet dat was for his new handset. That was eve-night and New-Delhi is a city of chance rick accident. He went city station to purchased a ticket that was double of original price. He messaged her at-least dozen a day, but sorry it was unreachable. She never got a chance to call him, he was on huge shock how could this happen to her. With in a week she twist her back to him. He tried to connect through her profile but was not of any use. He had a petty situation. By hook or by cook he manage to land at his destination. He feels glad to see the giant "HOWRA BRIDGE", it was his first visit, he could see the wooden buses and old vehicles. Yeah his friends were true that KOLKATA is very dirty and peoples over there are shameless, but he didnt had any link with them. His purpose was not to see those slums or crowd, instead searched her location. He called her more than a century but shit ! ! ! nothing last forever... after his days long call she received it, without any HELLO she pour her anger at him."How dare u came KOLKATA huh!!! I don't wanna see ur face, go away its waste of ur time. You were special for me, but now its over". His heart was dimmed and the ray of hope seems to fade while listening her tyranny words.
He was very unknown what was happened to her at that time. Where he gone wrong? Is this a revenge or wat ? Really it was a big hit. The hope was hopeless and faith in her went in vain. That's a huge mystery in his chapter of life. By then he realized that Destiny is not a matter of choice, its a matter of chance. He had a thunder of queries relating those tragedy happened with him. Should He blame in his fate? He was totally numb and switched to silent mode, couldn't outer a single words owing peoples are responsible for what he was/is/will.
A big noise crossed her ear drum and he could see his last LALKILA EXPRESS. That 2 day gave him a new lesson of a new begging to start a fresh morning. He saw KOLKATA STATION for the last time in his age, by then it was already 10:30pm and the train moved towards NEW-DELHI.
