Hi friends! I’m participating in the #DecadeHop the prompt for which is ‘decade’. I’m attempting to write a piece of fiction. Do give it a read and let me know what you think about it.
Namit was feeling apprehensive ever since the invite for a reunion started doing rounds in their college Whatsapp group. It was strange, he mused, that the immensely popular General Secretary was getting jittery at the thought of visiting his alma mater again after a decade. Why was he a bundle of nerves? He had moved on, or so he thought. Or was that episode etched deep onto his memory and still raw?
Namit, with his Greek God looks and a body to match could still make hearts melt with a smile. Back in the day it did more than that. His charm enveloped his peers and professors alike. Girls competed for his attention, boys partied hard with him and his incomplete college assignments often got unfairly pardoned. While everyone was trying to figure out what to do in life, his role was decided. His father had expressed his wish to induct him in his thriving pharmaceutical business and Namit had agreed.
Did this struggle-free life elucidate why he got a bit rough around the edges? His final year saw Namit surprise himself with some pointless stunts that fortunately didn’t reach the college authorities. He turned up drunk for his lectures and hid at the back, burst crackers in the library and made cheap graffiti on the girls’ hostel walls. His devil-may-care attitude started hurting everyone and his once staunch friends slowly started distancing themselves from him. He was all set to go down the spiral had he not come across that face, that angelic face, that changed him completely.
Despite the enviable adulation he received Namit had never known love. Those eyes, those lips, could there be life without them? The overpowering emotions he felt within left him utterly bewildered and he went on a wild goose chase to locate his object of affection. Soon, he became a permanent fixture in the First year corridor. He merely stood there silently, watching. Every time they crossed each other his heart skipped a beat. Should he say it or shouldn’t he? The decision was never made and he never garnered any visible reaction.
It must’ve been destiny that one day they ran into each other in the deserted college garden. Their eyes met first. The still air between them suddenly felt charged as their feet involuntarily dragged them towards each other. ‘Do we both feel the same way?’ Namit wondered as they came daringly close. His mind and body seemed to exist as two separate entities as he ventured ahead to do the unthinkable. The fear of being seen hung low upon them but that one desperate, stolen kiss bound them together, forever.
Their heightened carnal desires made them feel miserable whenever they were away from each other after that. Throwing caution to wind they clandestinely devoured each other a couple of times. Being in each other’s arms made them feel loved and complete. There was no fooling themselves though. The world wouldn’t understand and the stakes were too high. It was extremely hard but as the year drew to a close they reluctantly decided to file these memories in a secure place in their hearts and let each other go. When Namit passed out of college his eyes were moist for a reason nobody knew.
With a zeal unbeknownst to him and after a lot of contemplation, an inquisitive Namit finally attended the reunion with his family. A decade later, everyone and everything seemed new and different. While his toddler son wrapped his tiny fingers around his forefinger and pulled him in random directions aimlessly, his eyes frantically searched for that familiar face. Sure enough, there it was, walking towards him holding a baby girl in his arms. Greetings were for others, their eyes spoke volumes.
“How’ve you been, Kunal?” Namit asked tentatively. Kunal only smiled.
Their silent love for each other hadn’t diminished in the last decade. They were leading a normal happy life for the world and they understood why. Family, friends or society didn’t need a peek in their private lives. They had turned their backs on each other once but not again. How would it work? They didn’t know yet. Not every love story needs an end or closure. An honest acknowledgement from each other would go a long way too.
“This post is a part of ‘DECADE Blog Hop’ #DecadeHop organised by #RRxMM Rashi Roy and Manas Mukul. The Event is sponsored by Glo and co-sponsored by Beyond The Box, Wedding Clap, The Colaba Store and Sanity Daily in association with authors Piyusha Vir and Richa S Mukherjee”
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