Traingle 3.

Traingle 3.

A Chapter by Prabha Salimath

"Rekha have you got a call from Divya?"

Yes, I have and you may have got too, I guess.

"Ofcourse honey, how could I not, if I haven't, I will gonna kill her."

Divya, is our classmate, we three finished our college together; Srusti was changed, she joined Bio-technology after first year of our degree she changed quitely, she meets rarely, after few days I heard she was in love with a guy who was her classmate. I didn't know what to say but its her life she has right to do whatever she wish. Not that we are completely separated but still I feel alone; I met Divya and Bindhu then, they are good friends. They treated me nice and we three become real good friends, Bindhu yes she is a bold girl when we were in college but Divya a little more bold than Bindhu. We three had many memorable moments of our college life.

Divya had a boyfriend in college days, Bindhu and I were the supporters to her love, indeed I wasn't interested at all but she would have killed if I say no. I just helped her in writing her notes, I am capable of using either of hands to write. I use left very less, so I wrote all her notes with left hand. Bindhu always suppose to arrange meeting for them by lying Divya's parents. Whatever they happily take their parents consent for their love and I'm happy for both of them. After two months Divya's marriage has got fixed and we have winter holidays then.

Bindhu is happy, "next month is my marriage, then Divya and now I wish yours to fix in the very next month to Divya. Well don't forget today's story honey."

You are so stupid let that and let us enjoy our happiest moment Bindhu.

" No I promised Varun your whole of the stories." She said.

Okay, then lets start the next one, my friend's brother is a person of dashing body like Salman Khan, he always shows his body to all and pretty hansome too. Though I don't like him and his looks. He used to look stealthily and I was really uncomfortable with that. She was very near to our house we were friends though we weren't schoolmates. She is pretty good in her studies so she always asks for my notes, the problem was she sent her brother to give me my notes. That was so horrible, as the days were gone my dad stopped me from receiving notes, he himself started to receive from him.

"Then what happened?"

Nothing he stopped coming my home, but he never miss a chance to watch me, through the terrace where I usually study at eveing. One day, through his sister he sent a love letter. She was very happy, indeed she tried to convince me to say yes.

" Have you said? "

Good if I said yes, it would be a love story Bindhu not heart breaking story.

" So you said no."

Ofcourse I did, that year on Valentine's day I was on the way to school, he stopped me and handed me a card and a chocolate and said I would be waiting for your answer. I was shocked and suddenly hid the card in my bag, eyes were welling and I went to school. After thinking whole day in school, I met my friend, call her out of home and took her to nearby temple.

See your brother proposed me and gifted me this card. I'm not interested in him at all and most importantly I feel him like my brother, like he is to you. So I can't accept it, take it and give it to him and say my sorry.

" How could you call him brother? he proposed you.."

I was in shock he is senior to me and I didn't know how to reject him, so I called him brother. It proved perilous, he cut his nerve, I feared a little but he was saved. For my luck we moved to some other street because my sister's marriage was fixed then and I was free from that fear. I think still he likes me, he sent me friend request a month ago in facebook, I ignored it right now, I don't want any issues in my life so.

" Yes, he is mad, he cut his nerve for such nerd who loves only weird things in life to be alone or even more weird." She taunted.

Yes I always wanted to be alone and I'm fine with that, but for my parents I said yes thats it.

" Life will be so hard honey, that is for your good, you'll have a happy life, what that guy said yes, have you passed the interview? " she asked intentively.

Yes, he said yes, so his parents are visiting us next week.

" Wow, this is great honey, finally you are getting settled in life, I'm sure he is a nice guy. As I heard the stories, all are nice guys, but he'll be the best I feel it. Let us celebrate. "

No, this is not the right time.

" I know you very well you are in confusion, there is always friction between your thought and reality. Don't be so yourself, your life is not yours wholly, you have to sacrifice something in life, sometimes for someone you have to be happy. That is life."

Hmmm. I'll try to do my best, let us take our classes Bindhu, the break time is over.

" Have you finished that story? "

Nothing we just changed our home to someother street, he suppose to wander in our street about a year, then he stopped himself, his sister be a good friend to me and till today she asks me accept her brother even she calls 'Vaini' too.

" Wow, so sweet, if this proposal is disqualified accept him honey, I insist you, you'll be very happy with him. "

No I can't, I called him brother and it'll be wrong thing to generate such feelings for him now. I can't do that.

" You and your bloody principles, you are an old school girl grow up, its 21st century and you gotta change yourself. "

Okay, don't get mad at me, Kiran's parents are visiting next week, if anything goes wrong, if it is not confirmed I'll think of him. Now he is struggling with his career, he is an M.B.A and running his own textile. I'll think of him, if I get chance.

" Okay, then see you after class. " she left to class.


© 2015 Prabha Salimath


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