After a hectic day at work, I was completely exhausted. Unlike all my colleagues who pack up in time, I always end up eating the cold food in mess that too after yelling at the mess waiters. I more often used to skip my lunch not because I hated to eat alone with mess-boys cleaning the clutter around, created by so-called most civilized defense organization officials, But to spend that extra half an hour talking to her. That day I bypassed the mess and landed straight on my bed. Took out my phone and found 6 missed calls. "Yeah I was 45 mins late", I thought and dialed her number. To my surprise, nobody answered. Dialed again, no reply. The third time my call was answered.
Hi!!! I started.
No reply.
Hello,
Haan bolo, she answered.
Ok sorry, yaar I know I'm late. You know na my schedule is.....she stopped me in middle.
"Papa"
What happened, I enquired.
They hospitalized him. She sobbed.
why? Now I was completely soaked in sweat.
High blood pressure. He skipped the medicine in the morning. She replied in a completely exhausted tone.
Don't worry my dear everything will be alright. I assured her.

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well, it's the bittersweet truth of our life, in reality, you can neither feel nor share the pain of others. the only thing you can do is encourage them by feigning that you are equally hurt.

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After days work, my instrument of happiness failed to function. Rather it multiplied my anxieties.
A brief power nap was the only way left to come out of this state of extreme weariness. I thought and without taking off my uniform and shoes I pulled the blanket over me and tried to flee from reality into dreams.

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A carousel of memories started in front of me. Her papa blamed me for his daughters' rude behavior. I standing there my head hanging down.
Memories of the day when her mother told me that I am the only person on earth she hates.
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But she was the girl who I can go to any level for. These slurs were trophies of Love. And...