Remember Me.

Leaning back he watched the last few drops of the shimmering wine, slip down the glass. His head was zooming. Taking a large puff from his burning cigar, his own soul, he made swirls of smoke fly up in air, and smiled watching them rise up, and then vanish in to the haziness of the room. Far away in the mystic tunnels of his brain, he could see himself lying on the bed, with Aryan, few hours before the exam, both of them smoking with only one stick, turn by turn. His smile faded away, as he zoomed back in to reality, the empty bed and just himself alone in the room.

He got up impatiently from his chair cursing his loneliness, as his gaze fell across to the photo frame on his study table. He arms in arms with Aryan and Eva, he picked the frame up in between his shivering fingers. How happy the three of them seemed to be, unaware of what life had in store for them in future!!

The frame slipped from his hand and hit the floor; smashing itself in to pieces .Alas the mean angels themselves were jealous of the three of them. He sat down on the floor watching the pieces scattered; he felt that the only treasure of his life was looted away!

He was lost somewhere near that lake in little winging, where the three of them had once sneaked over for an outing. Sitting next to each other, their feet in the gushing water, gossiping about some idiot professor in the college. Eva had suddenly kept her palm on his, unintentionally, and his heart had just started jumping and in the very next moment he saw her arm around Aryan’s shoulder. He could remember how his insides had gone on fire…

The burning cigar touched his finger, when he was thrown back to reality again, and felt his heart breaking, as he faced his empty walls, the hollowness inside him, the emptiness crawling up, pulling him beneath the surface. He lighted one more cigar and puffed, and the 4 inch stick was put on fire to burn his insides in to ashes.

He closed his eyes again, to jump in to his little fantasy world, and he could see, the three of them waiting impatiently for the result. As soon as it came out, Eva was first, and these two had managed to just bowl the passing line. She had jumped up and hugged him, how heavenly had he felt. She felt so soft, her body so close to him. His heart beating in synchronization with his, he had already gone in to some other world, when he realized that she had left him and hugged Aryan in turn, his eye balls had almost popped out of the sockets to see that. He opened his eyes now, back in to his shell-his dimly lit room.

He couldn’t understand why had he become jealous, when everything was right on the track, they were the three musketeers of his life, Arthos, Parthos & Aramis, the guys whom he loved more than himself, who added all the color to his life, who gave his life a meaning. It was then he realized the loop in the whirlpool- did he have something special for her??Could it be possible? Harry and Eva...? He decided to call Aryan...

Hello, hey what’s up?

Shut up u jerk; have got something important to tell you...

What??You pissed off in your pants..??

Shut up Aryan...

Okay, listen... even I had to tell u something..

First me...

Nope, listen 2 me, I m going to propose her tomorrow, I just hope she doesn’t need too much of time...

What? Whom?

Eva ... who else...

Screw you asshole, how could you even think so..??

What is the problem in that..?? It’s been long time she is checking me out, now it’s time for me to step forward...

You nuts or what??

I am serious...

How could u hide it from me..??

I didn’t hide it, I told you, and you are the first one to know this dumb ass

Are you serious about her??

Nope, the usual ..

You are kidding, right? You aren’t going to treat her that way?

Why? What’s wrong?

Everything about it..

Shut up; dude...you messing with me because of that chick??

No it’s not that...

Then you can also come next if u want to, I don’t mind…

The telephone bell started beeping as soon as the sentence finished…

He was awestruck, the floor beneath him shaking, his head stirring, everything seeming so unreal, so bizarre, he had to choose between the both of them. His brother or his girl(at least he thought so). He could feel the tsunami rising in his heart.

He had spent almost a month now from that day. He tried to persuade Aryan to not to use her, but couldn’t make the difference, he couldn’t even spill the beans to Eva, he was in between in both of them, his love and his friend, with a choice to cheat one of them. He felt he was suffocating; the never ending trauma was killing him.

And today was the day when Eva had invited Aryan to her place, the day he feared

He walked out, up the staircase, to his terrace, a fresh chilling gulp of air stuck him hard on his face..

He had to choose in between Aryan and Eva. He held his head in his hands, and then it struck him; he struggled for a moment to find out his cell. Called up Aryan, and before the guy could start up with any of his nonsense, he said -

I love u brother but I think I also love her. Please take care of her and “REMEMBER ME!!”

Are you drunk?

He threw the cell away in darkness, and smiled, at last he had finally got the way out. He saw the cigar in his hands, took a last puff, last puff of his life of 18 years, a tiny yet amazing life, and made smoke swirls, as the swirls started vanishing; he came close to the boundary. His whole body trembling with fear and rage, his nerves tightened and sweat drops trickled from his forehead and as the last swirl disappeared. He closed his eyes and jumped, the gravity shifted beneath his feet, the burning cigar still in his hand, his only ultimate partner.

It was said that, on that night, two people died, one a lost lover, and the other a true friend of a selfish brute.

Can these unsorted feelings be such a serpent that they suck out the color of someone’s life??

I leave that answer to you!