Clouds clattering, Zeus unleashing his thunderbolt. Rain pouring down in its full force. Water pouring on the ledge of the balcony as I stand there and sip on hot coffee. While the coffee gave me warmth on the inside, the droplets of water freshened up my face. I watched as the rain clouds covered the blue sky. I stared into the sky and went into a deep chain of thoughts.
Not more than five months back, I had the perfect life. Despite a miserable 4 academic years, I had secured to get a campus placement at Hi-tech Analytical Services as an Aeronautical Analyst with a package of 2.67 Lakhs per annum. I had the perfect girl with me. I dedicated every single success in my life to her. I had successfully quit drinking and smoking. I was concentrating hard on my studies, determined enough to get the Bachelors Degree at the end of the semester. Less time spent on Facebook, more facing the books. Life rocked. Perfect degree, perfect job, perfect girl.
I stand here now in the balcony, without the perfect girl, the perfect job and above all the degree. Darkness loomed over me. I had failed. I was the cause of my parents disappointment. The past three months have been spent in picking up pieces. Pieces of my broken heart and shattered life, trying hard to put them back together and form a Mosaic. Mosaic - A piece of art formed by arranging different dis-jointed pieces. Three months hence, still trying unsuccessfully. That little void is still there. I can't find a perfect small piece that will complete it.
But being the optimist that I usually am, I am sure I'd bounce back from this low point of my life. I always feel that hard things are put in our way, not to stop us, but to call out our courage and strength. Have patience with yourself. Do not lose faith while considering your imperfections, instead start remedying instantly. And my mumma always taught me, "Failure is success if you learn from it". I truly believe those words.
The chain of my thoughts was broken as my cellphone rang. Diya Calling. I picked up and heard sobbing on the other side of the phone call. I asked her to stop crying and explain me, what the matter was. She was stuck in the traffic jam and she wanted to reach home. She is such a cute, sweet and polite girl. One of my best friends. She was the one who helped me the most when I was courting Arpita.
I instantly changed and went out. It was still raining. I was drenched completely and I might've hardly crossed about hundred yards. I still drove ahead. I reached near Express Hotel and there she was standing with tears in her eyes. But she smiled as soon as she saw me. We greeted each other. Traffic hadn't moved ahead for about an hour. Water logging was about knee deep. I had parked my vehicle a bit far and a safe place, where the water logging was minimal. I asked her if she'd be comfortable sitting behind me. She almost giggled while crying. We drove away and half an hour later I had made sure that she was home safe. I took an auto from her place and got back to where I had parked.
I reached back home, dried myself. I plugged my cellphone to the speakers and put some music. Maroon 5 - Moves Like Jagger. Half way of the song, the music stopped for a moment. Beep. Text Message : Diya. It read, "Thank you so much, Chintu. You are seriously a great person and an awesome friend. Thanks once again". It left me smiling.
If I ever narrated this incident to Aashi or Nitika, their reaction would be something like this, "Tharki sala (Horny Bastard)". Haha. But, its nothing like that. I just like to help people out in there time of need. Be it a guy or a girl, I love it when they rely on me. I always want to be that friend who was ever present. The feeling it gives, is one of my Drugs.
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