Another Fiction

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Sadness, when not shared, often becomes like a rock. Sadness, when shared, the rock slowly melts in the form of teardrops. And when such a teardrop fell on the bench making her cheek wet, it’s the beginning of our story.

“Should I wipe the teardrop off from the table?” Rahul said to himself. Will give any kind of message? Rahul was hesitating as he always does. He was hesitating over whether he should give any kind of message or not.

She continued talking. After a while, at last, Rahul wiped the teardrop from the bench. He actually wanted to wipe her cheek, but he thought at this stage, it would be too outrageous.

“Let’s go outside... in the roof. There is no use of talking these matters in the classroom” said Rahul. Crying in the classroom with all other friends looking at you can never be a good idea. And being alone with the girl you like while she shares saddest part of her life made Rahul little bit proud of himself. First time in life, somebody have thought Rahul important enough to tell him all these. People generally do not think Rahul significant enough to talk or share. This incident was really boosting Rahul’s ego.

There was a corner in the college rooftop beside the water tank. If one sits there, no one can spot him (except for some unlikely people roaming in the bushes in the ground far below.) The corner used to give necessary privacy to the lovebirds of the college. Rahul’s heartbeat was pumping as he sat in such a corner with the girl she likes and the girl sharing deepest secrets of her life. Rahul thought that maybe he is not that much insignificant he thinks himself to be. This boosted Rahul much and finally he gathered all the courage to wipe the teardrop off Shreyasee’s cheek.