The Girl In The Black Saree

“Kya huw tera wada, woh kasam, woh irada”

I was never in love with the girl in the black saree.

I’m not really sure how to explain to the world what I felt for her. It was a relationship with a different dynamic altogether. You know, when there is someone of the opposite sex you just connect with instantly. You feel like sharing all your emotions, your life with her without having to fall in love and shit. THAT was my girl in the black saree….

We used to chat intimately every single night and our topics would range from simple “what-did-you-have- for-dinner” to personal problems. She helped me, I helped her. Life felt good. There was selfless give and take.

She is beautiful. Beautiful…. It makes me happy just to see her smile. She's got the most expressive eyes I have ever seen…..

I don’t understand this universal rule of all good things coming to an end. It’s like some sick joke the universe enjoys playing. Things with the girl I truly cared about started deterioration. Maybe it was the distance? Time? What was it? I still cannot figure. We couldn’t chat as often as we did. Slowly, painfully we let go of each other. We moved on with our lives. It’s actually very heart breaking because I really cared about that girl. Didn’t she too? I feel helpless...

If she is reading this then I would like to tell her that I simply miss her. I miss our friendship more than anything else. Please, please come back. J I really, really would like to have you back in my life.

Oh by the way, I have never ever met the girl in the black saree.

Later.

P.S.  The second line in this post is a lie. J