MY CRY BABY

The characters in this story are inspired by some people I met in this journey called “Life” but the story is completely fictional. 

Hope you enjoy as much as I did, writing it.

Part one

It was raining heavily and sitting in the airport, waiting for my flight, all I could remember was her. My Cry Baby. Things are going completely wrong now and she was the only one I have always hung on ever since I can remember. I really hope she would forgive me soon and fix me up.

I can undoubtedly say that she was the best thing happened to me. I just completed my +2 and was in a state where I thought I knew everything. My group of friends introduced me to the world of internet, which was really a big thing then. It was completely new experience and literally had answers to every single thing. When I was in late teens, of all the people I acquainted online, she literally was my best friend forever.

We started texting each other when my holidays had just begun and her final exams were few weeks away. Being in different states and in different fields, it was bound to happen.

At first, our conversation was, hi! hello, and how the day went. I still wonder how the bond between us grew so thick. As both of my parents were working and me being a single child, there wasn’t much to do at home after my skill development classes and I looked forward to our texting almost each and every day.

As her exams approached, we exchanged our mobile numbers for her convenience. Her exams went up to a month and it was kind of boring to me and I missed her terribly. Texting her became a habit. Even through her minimal replies, we knew what happened in other’s life.

The completion of her college exams and my joining in a reputed engineering college was indeed blissful for me. Those days when I could let go of myself and just enjoy, life was indeed simpler and more beautiful then.

It was also at that point in time when I truly came to know about her nature, her behaviour, and everything. She taught me the first lesson about the complexity of girls. I could hardly understand her, she was emotional one second and apathetic the other, childish but mature and hated being criticized but analyses things when her mood is better. Typical Cancerian. Her silence when she is inside her shell upset, is quite famous I guess, because to convince her was literally a mission impossible.

Even with all the complexity, I could never let her go. It was always hell when she was in her famous silent mode. When I look back at all those years, I still feel she is a mystery to me.

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Next part:

Part two