[Part 1] Typing the last mail for the day, I unlocked my phone to check the time - 6:27 pm. I had not gotten my bike to office and booking a transfer on a carpooling app was the most important element in my task list. Earlier in the day, I opened the app to find a suitable ride. The only thing that caught my attention on the profile was 'Route 90% matching'. It gave me more joy than a right swipe and match on Tinder. The luck is always harder for boys. After a few rounds of messages on the app, she confirmed thrice if I were joining. "I'm making sure because I'll have to pick you up from mid route," was her justification for the repeated questions. The ride was joined. Finishing my mails and work for the day, I had exactly three minutes to hit the send button. It was 6:29 pm and I ride was scheduled at 6:30 pm. I packed my bag, ran down the stairs of the office building, and reached the nearest traffic signal for the ride. Not sure what her name was, nor the bike/car type, I called to check on her, just to ensure I did not keep her waiting, since she took a detour for my pick up. I hopped onto her pink scooty, getting reminded of the school tuitions where I would have the similar one of my own. A conversation started with me guiding her through the best route to reach her place, and mine, half the destination. "I'm not we'll versed with the routes here," she claimed. The conversation took us much ahead than the route we had set on. Calling her a friend would not be fair and a best friend would do injustice to the emotions. From the first time we exchanged Hi and hellos, to the night we lay next to each other, fingers clung onto the other's, the bond called for a name that no labels in the world had. She was not one amongst them who would ask, "what next?" She was not the one who would get straight to the point. There was something about the long talks beneath the blanket of starry nights where even the silence would glitter. I never bothered to ask her what we were and neither did she. All she said once was, "there is a spark between us." #fwb#uncalledlove#love#affair#mirakee#writersnetwork
I hugged him and said let's be friends again, and that hug costs me unbelievably like I'm still paying for that in one way or another. And then there's that person smiling, laughing, enjoying with me as #FWB. In the sense of mine it's still aching, somewhere.