Square One
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Square One
Square one, I often realized lines situating close to the begging and the end. Like every teen I found it very fascinating to think on the unique concepts and making various interpretations in my own head. Yet after a time the concept did not appeal much to me, I closed it in the book that I glance on and walked out. Bargaining my way to one of the busiest streets of this huge city, that I stayed in cherished observing people while I worked on psychology and other behaviors. I always considered people to be the best when kept far and worst when bought close. While I thought deep on those lines unlike my age do, I received a call from a known number but not sure who. Answering the call I realized it was an old lost friend. As usual we spoke like long lost friends, he informed about the work pressures, family problems and other problems that h faced like other working man would in a fast, moving city like that of this. I lent him a patient ear when he asked for a party at the local hub tonight. Not thinking much for the first time I agreed. Agreeing to meet, we caught up late evening when almost the roads were haunted with the stories of old. Getting in the cab we made our way to party. Entering late as usual I sat at a corner while my friend socialized. Catching up on some wine and few smokes I now decided to make my way to the home when I caught a site of an enchanting figure. Not thinking much we met and made it out for the night. After the night it was time for us to part, but as usual with different plans the destiny got us together again where we cluster around the city to realize that it was that boring that I thought it would be across. Suddenly the known places gave new looks. We smiled at each other where my enchantment was a spectator.
My spectator stood by me with all the arms around and joined hands to witness the beauty. Closing the day with a call we returned home and this point seemed that it was an end. Not very sure about the next I as usual carried up my daily routine. Pushing to the library and then to the lonely corner to the busiest street my phone rang again. This time the number was unknown, picking up the phone I heard the voice I spent time few days back. Chatting over the phone, we discussed all about the vacuum we had and finally closed the call. Breaking the vacuum from either side we proposed to look out each other. Planning to settle it was time when we too together the first step of exchanging the rings. Pushing to a station that I wanted I realized for the first time that I could have been such a socialite. A ring was a bold move for me yet after this there was a deep silence. Silence that I could always feel yet I sure from the other end there was a lot of movement. Not restricting for the first time I planned to move with the flow. As we moved there was something different, my senses ran so high that it leads me straight to the heart of my partner. Partner, initially reacted the same as I did. Yet as we moved along the path there arose many problems. I noticed the first change when we had nothing to talk like we did before. Ignoring all the time and chats we had over the pone about ourselves, we now spoke about the friends and then our chats bounded to the latest television shows and current affairs in the market. The chats now seemed only burden from the either side. We now maintained silence over the phone and when we spoke we had a little heated argument. Not realizing when these arguments explored, we started to fight. Finally the day came when we of some reason called out the relation. Sorrow on both the ends, after a night we planned to get along the road of love.
It was funny to explore the same road again yet not bargained much of good, we spent some good time together like before. I don’t know was it a fear to loose or an attempt to hold back. Yet like before the situations arose and finally it lead one fine day to an argument that we could have not sustained. Like very me I called the relation when my partner hold back requesting a movement of thought. I knew it was not right, yet stayed to give a chance. Chanced of surviving the love, we continued again. The things seemed fine for few weeks now. The charm continued over the phone and we meet at the busiest streets to avoid conflicts. All this while now I broke the record to visit the library and observe the identities around in the busy streets at a silent corner of the big city I stayed. This big city has taught me much, and I am sure what I was handling was a part of me growing to match the pace. Finally on a Saturday evening as usual while I sat at a silent corner planned to meet my partner. Meeting, we chatted but suddenly something struck my mind. The behavior now did not seem the same. It was something very different; I wondered was it a gradual change or just parcel of relationship being old. I am sure; it was relation being old as I still saw the new coupe behaving the same as we did while I our relationship was young. Not understanding much I tried to carry on the conversation. In due course of time, my partner got on my nerves when I finally decided to call off and I realized it then what did the famous author William Tennessee meant when he recited, “There is a time for departure even when there is no certain place to go”. Not being sure about the departure and my next destiny, I tried all to retain my partner. When saw that there was nothing that could have been a fix, I freed. After a long time while we glared each other, it was time for the opponent to
speak. The few words that asked were, “Lets get back to the normal, if not please leave with smile”. These words created an urge of tears, not controlling I laughed and few droplets of tears rolled out of the corners of my easy. Wetting the lids I looked at my partner again and this was the time when the words came without any doubt. “Let’s get back”, I knew it was just not the right thing to do for me. I agreed, agreed to be with one that I thought now is just not the worth to be with. Yet as not all are strong, we both decided to bind the knot and be together for a long time with the chats over the phone, my silent corner on the busy street near the library of the huge city. Like a wise mother teaching lesson to her naughty child this city rend over continuously making me understand that whenever you plan for something, always leave a space of wind. Life goes in circles and at last point or the fist we all stand a square one.
Square one, I often realized lines situating close to the begging and the end. Like every teen I found it very fascinating to think on the unique concepts and making various interpretations in my own head. Yet after a time the concept did not appeal much to me, I closed it in the book that I glance on and walked out. Bargaining my way to one of the busiest streets of this huge city, that I stayed in cherished observing people while I worked on psychology and other behaviors. I always considered people to be the best when kept far and worst when bought close. While I thought deep on those lines unlike my age do, I received a call from a known number but not sure who. Answering the call I realized it was an old lost friend. As usual we spoke like long lost friends, he informed about the work pressures, family problems and other problems that h faced like other working man would in a fast, moving city like that of this. I lent him a patient ear when he asked for a party at the local hub tonight. Not thinking much for the first time I agreed. Agreeing to meet, we caught up late evening when almost the roads were haunted with the stories of old. Getting in the cab we made our way to party. Entering late as usual I sat at a corner while my friend socialized. Catching up on some wine and few smokes I now decided to make my way to the home when I caught a site of an enchanting figure. Not thinking much we met and made it out for the night. After the night it was time for us to part, but as usual with different plans the destiny got us together again where we cluster around the city to realize that it was that boring that I thought it would be across. Suddenly the known places gave new looks. We smiled at each other where my enchantment was a spectator.
My spectator stood by me with all the arms around and joined hands to witness the beauty. Closing the day with a call we returned home and this point seemed that it was an end. Not very sure about the next I as usual carried up my daily routine. Pushing to the library and then to the lonely corner to the busiest street my phone rang again. This time the number was unknown, picking up the phone I heard the voice I spent time few days back. Chatting over the phone, we discussed all about the vacuum we had and finally closed the call. Breaking the vacuum from either side we proposed to look out each other. Planning to settle it was time when we too together the first step of exchanging the rings. Pushing to a station that I wanted I realized for the first time that I could have been such a socialite. A ring was a bold move for me yet after this there was a deep silence. Silence that I could always feel yet I sure from the other end there was a lot of movement. Not restricting for the first time I planned to move with the flow. As we moved there was something different, my senses ran so high that it leads me straight to the heart of my partner. Partner, initially reacted the same as I did. Yet as we moved along the path there arose many problems. I noticed the first change when we had nothing to talk like we did before. Ignoring all the time and chats we had over the pone about ourselves, we now spoke about the friends and then our chats bounded to the latest television shows and current affairs in the market. The chats now seemed only burden from the either side. We now maintained silence over the phone and when we spoke we had a little heated argument. Not realizing when these arguments explored, we started to fight. Finally the day came when we of some reason called out the relation. Sorrow on both the ends, after a night we planned to get along the road of love.
It was funny to explore the same road again yet not bargained much of good, we spent some good time together like before. I don’t know was it a fear to loose or an attempt to hold back. Yet like before the situations arose and finally it lead one fine day to an argument that we could have not sustained. Like very me I called the relation when my partner hold back requesting a movement of thought. I knew it was not right, yet stayed to give a chance. Chanced of surviving the love, we continued again. The things seemed fine for few weeks now. The charm continued over the phone and we meet at the busiest streets to avoid conflicts. All this while now I broke the record to visit the library and observe the identities around in the busy streets at a silent corner of the big city I stayed. This big city has taught me much, and I am sure what I was handling was a part of me growing to match the pace. Finally on a Saturday evening as usual while I sat at a silent corner planned to meet my partner. Meeting, we chatted but suddenly something struck my mind. The behavior now did not seem the same. It was something very different; I wondered was it a gradual change or just parcel of relationship being old. I am sure; it was relation being old as I still saw the new coupe behaving the same as we did while I our relationship was young. Not understanding much I tried to carry on the conversation. In due course of time, my partner got on my nerves when I finally decided to call off and I realized it then what did the famous author William Tennessee meant when he recited, “There is a time for departure even when there is no certain place to go”. Not being sure about the departure and my next destiny, I tried all to retain my partner. When saw that there was nothing that could have been a fix, I freed. After a long time while we glared each other, it was time for the opponent to
speak. The few words that asked were, “Lets get back to the normal, if not please leave with smile”. These words created an urge of tears, not controlling I laughed and few droplets of tears rolled out of the corners of my easy. Wetting the lids I looked at my partner again and this was the time when the words came without any doubt. “Let’s get back”, I knew it was just not the right thing to do for me. I agreed, agreed to be with one that I thought now is just not the worth to be with. Yet as not all are strong, we both decided to bind the knot and be together for a long time with the chats over the phone, my silent corner on the busy street near the library of the huge city. Like a wise mother teaching lesson to her naughty child this city rend over continuously making me understand that whenever you plan for something, always leave a space of wind. Life goes in circles and at last point or the fist we all stand a square one.
