#tinytales

Yes dearest we were a couple, can you believe it, for a whole year.

And yet sometimes I wonder if you have forgotten the process.

Those endless texts where you declared your love most blatantly.

Then came the calls, some of which lasted the whole night.

Not much later, you were everywhere I went.

Such persuasion.

It was a long process and much longer before I finally gave you my heart.

The fruit of your toil.

Sometimes, I wonder if from my vantage point, would I still do the same.

This long year between us has taught me so much about you.

My love, before I leave you, here is the key.

I am unloving you now.

You may again start with the persuasion, if you still desire me.

Who knows I may again place my vulnerable heart in your cold hands.

After all you had succeeded the last time.

You might just again.

The situation is a little tweaked though.

Then I had not known the end, the ultimate result of your persuasion.

I suspect if the task is as easy now as it was for you then .

Where do you imagine yourself the moment you close your eyes?

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Is it under the purple-orange evening skies by the sea shore at that little tea stall, dipping your marie-gold biscuit in your cup of chai and watching the cars align to watch the sunset?

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Or do you find yourself sitting in your favourite café? Surrounded by the warm smell of coffee beans along with the sunlight prying through the peach coloured curtains trying to get a glimpse of watch you have been doodling for so long.

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You may imagine yourself in your cute flowy dress, drowned in a pile of classic romantics and trying hard to not get caught by the cute guy sitting two tables away from you as you look at him from time to time?

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Or do you imagine yourself with your best friends? Singing, mostly off-tune, and grooving to the beats of Ritviz or The Local Train or When Chai meets Toast and having a long road ahead of you?

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Maybe you are at home, sleeping your problems away, munching on junk, promising that you start going to gym for sure "tomorrow".

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Or is it a me-day where you are binge watching F.R.I.E.N.D.S, The Office, How I met your mother and occasionally having a meltdown when you see your crush online and not replying to your texts. "How rude!" you sigh, grabbing the nuttela jar and fangirling over fictional characters and creating unrealistic-cliché scenarios in your head?

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Where do you find your calm in this chaotic world?

Yes, they worked together. Yes, they founded this company together. He was her boss but weren’t they friends too. It had been more than ten years of knowing each other and spending almost all day together. 

He would pass by her glass-walled office and see her always working. He had never till date seen her just idling away her time. He always wondered why? Why is she always working? These questions would pop-up in his mind initially but now he somehow knew that she didn’t have someone waiting for her at home. She would rather stay at work than go home. He wanted to comfort her but then how would he? He was a colleague. Now that he started to think about their time together he could never remember meeting her just for fun. It was always work. His mind wondered, How is he any different? Since his wife passed away he has been the same. It was either work or his kids at home he never took time off for himself. 

But, why is he thinking about this now? Did she remind him of him? Am I alone too? He had this sudden urge to go see her in her office. He stood up, started walking towards the door and then he stopped abruptly. “Why do I want to see her again?” he thought. He looked at his hands and they were empty. “Umm, did I want to talk to her about that memo?” He asked himself. “No, we had already sorted that out” He replied to himself. “Ooo I can talk about the new recruits!” He knew he had already had this argument with her but still he could maybe persuade her more. With a big smile and confidence, Ofcourse. He barged into her office and just stood there in awe. This was the first time he saw her sleeping in her arm chair so peacefully. Her sun kissed face and that charming smile on her face made him want to kiss her good night. “Oh!” “No” “Did I just?” “No no” He kept denying his heart the right to voice their opinion. With all his might, he turned towards the sofa, picked up that little blanket and covered her with it. And, then he left a note for her. The note said, “No matter how much you love your work, it would not love you back. Rest well” and signed his name along with a heart. Left the room patting his heart with sympathy and said. “I know. Let’s just hope for the best, shall we?