Chapter 1
I have always heard that there is no better sign than two humans kissing each other.But when we kissed,I saw that a few faces were irritated on seeing that.
I have always heard that love is universal.But when others learned that we loved each other,we were constantly bullied,even by the people whom I thought were my genuine friends.
That might be because he is a boy and I am not a girl.But those ugly were not enough to keep us away from loving each other.Because we know that love,is universal.
Tears started to roll down through my eyes after reading this suicide note of David.The corners of that paper were red in colour,stained by his blood.I was one that came under the friends that he thought to be genuine.My cry was just like a murderer dropping tears after killing somebody.Yes,it was not an attempt to suicide, it was an attempt to murder!
I slapped on my own cheeks a dozen times,and still my anger didn’t dim out.I didn’t remember that I was standing in a hospital,and when others started noticing me,I stopped it.I was irritated with myself more than anything else.My past was haunting me, because my past was also a reason for pushing him into his death.
My legs didn’t have the strength to carry me,but somehow I gathered enough courage to walk towards the ICU.The only person standing there was his lover, Shankar. There was nobody else who wanted him to live.Being an orphan,I was not expecting anyone else than his friends,but unfortunately he had no friends.Everybody were like me and saw both of them like aliens.
With grief making my head stay low,I went towards him.With great effort, I was able to stitch a sentence.
″How is he?″
″Since we were able to take him to the hospital right at time,there aren’t much complications.Thank you very much.″
How cruel can humans be by saying soft words.He was thanking me for taking David to hospital,rather than slapping me for making him reach the hospital.I didn’t know what to say,and stood silent.The silence in the air was broken by the sound of a nurse.
″A bottle of blood is needed.A negative.″
″Mine is A negative,I will give it.″
And that was it.We were no different.Both of us were so same,that his body would be able to work with my blood.And still I considered him to be different.
The red colour on the tube on my hand reminded me of David’s room an hour ago.The white tiles in that room were completely turned red.Fortunately, something inspired me to go through the corridor at that moment.
″David,have you gone mad?″ I asked David,who was trying to colour his entire room in red,with his own blood.
″Don’t dare to touch me.I want to,I want to die.″ He said,and as I tried to go nearer to him,he started waving the same folding knife,which he used to cut his own vein.I was easily able to take it away from him without much effort,as he lost a lot of his strength along with the blood that flowed out of his arm.I quickly called Shankar,and both of us took him into the hospital.
″I don’t know how to thank you.First you took him to the hospital and now gave him blood.May God bless you.″
Which God? A God who created an entire society with a bunch of fools? I don’t want anything from that God,and I don’t believe that he would be able to give me anything.
″There’s nothing much like that.I just saw someone like me fighting for life and just took him to the hospital.That’s all.″
″But everybody doesn’t have that mindset to do this.Especially when it comes to somebody like us.″
I felt hurt by the way he emphasized the word ″us″.So I decided to make him feel that we were the same.
″There is nothing different between you and me.We are just the same.″
″No bro,both of us differ in a lot of ways.My tastes are different,my aspirations are different,what I want from my partner is different,the way I see love is different.″
″No,love can’t be different.That feeling is just the same everywhere.″
″But there are differences man.You couldn’t understand it.″
″Okay,then tell me your love story.Everything from when you first saw him. After that I will know whether there are any differences.″
″Here?″
″Why not?Anyone,we should stay here tonight because he is in observation. And I want something to keep me away from sleep.″
″But I am not a good narrator.″
″I am not here to rate your narrative skills.I just want to hear your story.″
″Okay.I will start.″
I transferred my entire focus into my ears,ready to hear a story.
″Do you know how you will react when you see your love for the first time?″ He started telling his story in an unconventional way,starting with a question.
″Your heart will skip a beat,and….″ I started to search all those poetic stuffs related to love.
″Bullshit.You won’t feel nothing,absolutely nothing.Your heart won’t skip beats, your eyes would do nothing and you just see another person.″
It was not the answer I wanted for that question,but at last I found somebody who was really honest.I went back to the first time I met my girlfriend.Just as he said,there was absolutely nothing special about that moment.
″And that might have been how we met for the first time.I don’t remember the exact time or place we met for the first time.But one thing’s for sure-we were just two strangers who asked each others name.No traditional nervousness,no sparks exchanged on shake hands,and neither I nor he,thought that both of us are going to be good partners for each other.″
″ What next?″ I had to intervene because he was making some pauses. The story was not bad,but there was some problem with his narrative style.He was making a lot of pauses here and there,and that was making it a little boring.
″Aren’t you feeling bored?″ He read my mind through my eyes.
″No.Not at all.Please continue the way you do it.Otherwise I will feel bored.″
″But,I know very well that the way I am telling this story is not great.″
″No it’s really interesting.″ I replied opposite to my insides.
″It was a nice attempt,but you don’t know to hide a lie.Just give me a few seconds.Let me go and see him once again.After that I will try to tell it in a better way.″
Actually I was doing a very harsh thing here.I am asking a person who is bearing the pain of his loved one in a critical situation,to weave a perfect love story. I wanted to say him that there is no need to tell his story,but before I could make a move, he went towards the door of the ICU.He gave a good look at his love and after a few moments,he came back.
″Okay,I am going to start.″ He said after taking and exhaling a deep breath.
Once again,I transferred my entire focus into my ears.
