December blues...

05^th December, 2016.

So! The year comes to an end, again, and here I am, again! But to be fair, I guess this was way overdue, like those silly little meetings with your friends; this is something of that sort…sort of!

I’d go on and on about this, but that’d defy the purpose or the intent of this particular blog, so let’s cut to the chase; my exams are over and as always, life and boredom comes and bites me. So here’s what I’m gonna do. I’m gonna write, for the next few days, some short stories, poems, micro stories and even micro poems, one per day…and I will try not be cheesy (which I doubt very much). So let’s start with the first one, eh? Oh and one more thing, these are pure brainstorming, like there’s no prior base, it’s all on the flow...

Varun was always around whenever she needed him. Or when didn’t need him. She really wasn’t sure about this as she never said a word about it. Unlike most the people would do, she kept herself to herself and never spoke much about any inconvenience she might face, but he’d be around. As if by some strange providence, Varun would always know that she needed him.

Like that day in college when she lost her I.D card somewhere and was almost devastated when she couldn’t issue the only copy of ‘God and the State’ by Bakunin  from library for her final term. Varun was just passing her as he saw her fumbling through her handbag for the card and was trying to reason with the librarian, who was essentially very helpful but at the same time was bound by the college rules. Varun saw her in despair and would have crossed her, well, who wouldn’t, given that it was the final term and none would lend their card for book issuing; but then, that wasn’t Varun’s nature. Inherently he was the ‘good kid’. So he approached her, asked her what’s wrong and as sheepishly she explained her despair, he gave his card to her and left the campus.

Or the other day when she stayed behind in college after classes till 8 in the night, finishing her work when her friends went to attend a beer infested party at someone’s apartment. It wasn’t that she was in a hurry to finish the work; she was just asocial in these matters and figured it was a wise decision to stay back. Wise would be an overstatement here as right after 8 she wouldn’t find any transport towards her P.G and even if she did, the auto-drivers demanded ransom instead of fares. Just as she was contemplating whether she should call her father to come and pick her up or head towards the P.G on foot, she saw Varun coming out of the reading rooms with a pile of papers under his arms as he struggled with his glasses and the laptop, always the mess.

They both saw each other, she said nothing, just smiled, and he understood and offered her help, asking her if she would mind him walking with her. The P.G wasn’t much far (by his calculations) but the area wasn’t what one would consider decent in a very general tone, plus one shouldn’t trust the roads these days. She agreed, but kept herself composed. They walked, barely exchanging words, just the normalcy for courtesy. 45 minutes later they were at the P.G’s gate, Varun bade her goodnight, she thanked him and that’s about it. Nothing out of the blues, no ‘do you want to come in’, nothing. It wasn’t their nature.

So that was Varun, always around when she needed him; you’d expect that they must have exchanged phone numbers and whatnot, well, they did. It happens! Naturally as they started conversing, at times Varun would know that she would need him to listen to her or to leave her be, depended on situation. He acted accordingly. And this went for a good long time.

The only time Varun wasn’t around was the day when he died.

Only that day she asked something off him. She said – “Say something. Anything”.

end.