Well, to introduce her, still uncertain about how to do that. How can I say, a friend, a colleague, or someone who taught me that it is dicey and foolish to help someone whom you don’t know. I think I need a lot more words to depict her in fullest. For the sake of convenience let’s call her X; the alphabet that always denotes the unknown, coz even after being with her for quite sometime she is still an X for me.I met her months back, accidentally. May be pre- destined, yet the memories of that burning thoughts still hurt me.
Being first to the city she was badly in need of a help. As the request came from a colleague of mine, I couldn’t deny it.I managed to do that well. Everything could have ended then there, but some how that friendship grew, may be to give me a deep wound later.
A friendship draped in sisterly care; that was what I felt for her. But I was wrong…
I can’t exactly stay how I started moving away from her, may be the indifference in her attitude, which was a bit painful for me at the beginning, but later got used to it. She became close to others, and our relation ship shrunk to “Hai”s and “Bye”s. But I was glad that she managed to get some good friends in the city where she was totally new.
My silly thoughts never found the threat that hided behind that indifference. I didn’t even know that a treachery was getting cooked up behind me. How could I be so childish? Why did I become so caring and protective about her? Even now I wonder, may be coz I believed her blindly. I liked her.
Everything turned upside down no time. The likes turned to dislikes overnight, when the stinking sack of arguments was opened before me. Something that I told her once, as a protective shield, was ridiculously misinterpreted. But Why?A truly, bogus statement that I couldn’t even dream about such things. I was totally trapped in the web that she had made.
Backbiting, that is the most dreadful experience that a person can get, as you get cornered by others, whom you considered as your dear companions. So I didn’t even try to defend me coz one against a crowd would never work out.
She couldn’t grab a victory, as the sharp stiletto of backbiting made ready for me couldn’t pierce my heart, but left a visible mark on it, may be to remind me about the care that I had for her!
To help others again, now I need think twice about that…