On the brim

Something must have instilled the hesitancy between the two friends, to which they were not used to before. Though they were hiding it from each other under pretense, they only could sense it. So they wanted to be done with this affair as early as possible, not to delay it until they are completely entangled in the game of love, and mainly to save their precious friendship that was built over years. They talked incoherently and wept together for the imperfections of the human soul. They both didn't like it to be that way. Still some stupid sensuality held them guilty. They gave instructions to each other to revert to be simple friends without much hurting.

The gentleman being well disciplined whipped himself not to do, what he was not suggested to do. The lady, who was though as disciplined as her mate was, couldn't come out of this emotional whirlwind because of a selfish hope. Fools, Empty heads! All women are so. How much ever they get offended, they continue to wag their tails and lick the boots of their masters (Ladies, these opinions are not mine, but of a sufferer). At first, even I didn't see any offense in this affair. These women are much complicated than the Life itself. (Sounding like Bertie??) But now I understood what it was. I'll tell you later, how it was shown to me.

When they re-discussed about their emotional status, the man was upset for she was not yet recovered. He was irritated and angry with her for loving him, but still composed and explained her why he was against this. He said,

Dear, I am not prepared to have another wound, at least one that comes from you. Please believe me, I really love you. More than anyone. But this love is not what you are now expecting from me. Remember Esmeralda! Like the fingers of the same hand. Like brother and sister. That's how I would love ourselves.

To this she replied,

Well, my dear friend, do you know what you are doing all the while to restrict me and yourself from causing wounds to each other? You are not being like my friend and my fellow finger as you promised but purposefully ignoring and hurting me so that I could hate you. But I saw your struggle. I saw how much you hurt yourself when you are hurting me. I saw everything. Now I started loving you more. Not as you are fearing about. But with a typical human heart, I love you for the similarity of the pain we are suffering like brother and sister.

His reply was this,

Friend, I used to be proud of you and boast of it to others. How we used to sit together and share things over. Even when we shout at each other and swear not to reconcile again, I know, it was not true. How peaceful I used to feel when you were with me! But now, I am too worried to speak anything. I should check if it would effect your feelings before speaking anything. Believe me, I am even scared to hold your hand which was just nothing for me before. I am somehow feeling guilty for all this though I am not for sure guilty. My friend, be kind and be like my good friend. Care me, but as if you don't care me (This phrase is stolen from my friends) Be angry with me when you are hurt not with pain but with real anger. Hate me for the stupid things I do. Then I would come back and ask you to forgive me. I love to do it. May be, that's why, I used to tease you. Do you know, now I want you to tell me about your crush and how you are mad about him as you used to tell me, then I want to discuss with you if he is OK for you or not. I am dreaming for something like that to happen. Don't analyze too much of my words. Many things are beautiful, when you perceive them with simple heart.

She replied,

Dear, I want to let you free, from my love, from the origin-less guiltiness you are experiencing and myself too. Till now, I didn't understand how our friendship could be a block. I considered it as an advantage, because it isn't formed to serve the purpose of something else but built by us with pure intentions. And we both knew it. Thrashing my hopes on you, you are expecting me to think of somebody else. Isn't a delicate way of rejection? Genius you are.. (Did you get it now? This is the offense I talked about earlier.) Forget it. Forget it forever like nothing happened. Let's weep together once for all and forget it. I like this friendship of ours as much as you do. I am also proud of it. I want to hold it higher in my life not in reach of its impurities. If something dirty has already stuck to it, let us clean it. No trace shall be left. No trace, anywhere. Let's freeze it in our simple hearts.

Now, the authoress of this story has nothing to continue, but feels happy to let their friendship overtake everything else. She is not sure if she is really happy with this ending or still pities her characters.