Confession

On that hot summer day in June, after your last lecture at 3pm, your dad couldn’t come to pick you up for he had some meeting back at office and you hired a rickshaw to get back home. I had followed you throughout the way home to ensure the security.

You were late in first lecture of Business Ethics and you had to wait outside the class alone for entire 45 minutes. The teacher never banned your entry after that day, although you were late more often. I had threatened teacher anonymously, not to close the door during his lecture or he’ll have to face the consequences.

I was always late in subject selection on the start of every semester and would pay a handful of fine each time. I wasn’t dumb, I just wanted to go after your choice, to spend time around you. To see you rolling that ball pen between your teeth, arguing with teachers and enjoying this false feeling of you arguing with your parents in my favor.

We used to play cards on Tuesdays and Thursdays because there was gap of 2 hours between lectures of Digital Marketing and Risk Management. The loser would take everyone to pizza and I was the loser, the entire semester. I used to intentionally play foolish to take you on a secret pizza date.

Remember that last trip to the lack? Your foot tripped and you fell down into the water? It wasn’t your foot, I had pushed you down the rock to rescue you in the water. To get closer. To Touch the same water that had just touched your body, to make you push yourself towards me and put your arms around my neck insanely.

Remember that job fair on graduation day? We were selected into same company but I never joined. It was too heavy for me to be around you. Knowing, you had shared your pillow with someone, made breakfast to someone and let him explore your body and soul and I would be nowhere in your books anymore but a colleague.

Remember that last meeting? You asked me to pray for your future as you were gonna marry that stranger following your parents will and I promised to do that? I haven’t, till date. Now that I know you’ve been buttoning up someone else’s shirt for 2 years, yet I fail to pray for you. I still expect you back.