Young Writers Society

Man is unpredictable and his actions are more or less deceiving, not to his eyes, though. Amidst the community of unpredictable creations of God, there lived two friends of different gender but same disposition.

The boy had compelled the girl’s interest when he had shifted near his house. That had given rise to a friendship that seemed unbreakable. It was not discreet, though. It was known to all and nearly all knew that they were not girlfriend or boyfriend. Except for those who still had this misconception.

Usually, they did everything together- ride to school, play, talk, have lunch and again play.

To the eyes of the common man, their routine seemed monotonous. Only the two knew that everyday there was always some incident which aroused interest.

This, however, changed in days. From that day on, the sun started shining ferociously. From that day on, nights were so silent that each one of them could distinctly hear the rustle of leaves. From that day on, each day appeared like a void that could never be filled with love, friendship and joy.

It happened like this.

The boy had, as a guest, a family friend of nearly the same age. Words couldn’t describe her beauty. Such was her grace.

There was no contender who could match the allure she possessed. Every boy vied for her attention.

Some wake up early so as to have a glimpse of her, watering the plants. Others made it a routine to peek inside the house through the window until they were d=shooed away by any figure of authority. Although they were almost always unsuccessful as drapes obstructed their vision, they never stopped trying, believing that when there is a will, there is a way.

“She has deep eyes, as blue as the ocean. She has a slim waist, perfect complexure, small nose and silky, auburn hair,” one boy, who has had the pleasure of noting every bit of the angel, would tell the others who merely had dreamy fantasies about her.

It was one insufferable evening when the girl realised that enough was enough. Her friend had to make a choice between her and his cousin. Her expression had emerged from the fact that she was jealous of anyone who dared to creep close to her friend. She was not to be blamed for it. It is part of human nature.

As she stood there, she noticed the sky having a riot of colours- blue, pink, yellow and interpreted the colours as different memories.

Needless to say, she was thinking of him, who began to have an altered temperament, since the arrival of the third party.

Furious and anxious, she marched to his house to solve the matter forever. To end the chapter of either their friendship or the interfering girl’s life.

If he had forgotten her, she decided to ignore him till that friend of his leaves.

“I’ll stop talking to him for the rest of my life,” she said, sounding convinced.

Birds had stopped chirping. The sun had gone to sleep. The moon struggled for apace amid the thousand stars that had reserved their places. And silence enveloped the neighbourhood.

‘Knock-knock’ went the door knob. Half regretful, half confused, she turned back. Just as she did, she was compelled to stop. What her eyes registered, baffled her.

(I am leaving it till here for you to guess what she saw)