The Middle Class Boy

A FRIEND AND A CUP                                                               - Vishal Chandne 

 

 

 

          Megha had been trying to write poetry for a long time. Her mind was literally stunned. She was rotating the pen in her hand, thinking about what to write. May be she was not aware because of her illness. Several times she leant against the tip of the pen on the blank paper pretending to do something. By now she had torn ten blank pages by writing just one word. She had probably never experienced such turmoil. The tension on her innocent face didn't look good at all. She had to give up in front of her confused mind even after working hard for a long time. She closed the diary and tied her hair and put a pen in her hair. To get some inspiration, she started playing songs in her mobile and asked her mother to make a cup of tea. She took cup of tea and went to the gallery,  took off her glasses and put them next to the cup. It was raining. Seeing the coolness in the atmosphere, she was  relieved. She played her favorite song and she was mesmerized in the rain .

           Megha  kept looking at the raindrops in her gallery for a long time, holding them like pearls in her hand. She could feel the warmth of the steam coming from the cup of tea next to her glasses and the cold of the breeze. Even though she had the idea that she was ill, the same mind was stuck in that drop of water. She didn't even notice how long the rain had stopped. Coming to her senses, she picked up cup. She took a sip from cup and put the cup back. Maybe she was suffering from loneliness. Megha, who has always been known as an independent, was weakened today due to this lockdown. She had been at home for the past several months. Being an introvert, she didn't talk much to anyone. That loneliness was bothering her somewhere.Most likely she thinks that someone will understand her. She noticed that the ongoing song had stopped. But the song had stopped because of a call on her silent mobile. She picked up the phone and looked. Seeing the name of the caller, Megha, who had been speechless, stunned and insensitive till now, had a smile on her face. She picked up the phone and put it to her ear. She said politely in her voice, "Hello, how are you Chaitu?"

               For a long time she kept chatting to Chaitali. It's as if she's been talking to her after so many years. She had no idea how much time was spent in smiling chats. Like Megha, she was saying how bad the same lockdown was. She was also saying that there was no indication that the mood would swing. After a long talking, she asked Chaitali,

               "What do you do when you're stressed?"

               "For stress relief, your voice is enough for me." Chaitu answered.

               Now her face was completely bright. She was overjoyed at the thought that she was so important to someone. As she put down the phone, she went back to her study table and sat down. She opened the diary, pulling out a pen stuck in her hair. Megha wrote a very beautiful poem -

 

        "जिंदगी के घने अंधेरे मेे

         पूनम सा उजाला ले आती है,

         

          बडी अजिब सी दोस्ती है जनाब

          दुःख और खुशियां बराबर बाँट लेती है|"

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