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You, me and the classmate!

Another attempt at a short story

Title – You, me and the classmate!

‘Who the hell is he and what the hell is he talking about? ’ asked a fellow student sitting next to her
‘No clue!’ She answered… She actually did not have any clue!!
How the hell she was supposed to know? This was just the first day both of them were in that classroom. So she just said ‘No Clue!’

‘How the hell do you tolerate him?’ asked one of her classmates.
‘No Clue!’ she answered. She actually did not have a clue. It was just few days since she started knowing him as a fellow student. He kept reminding her of someone from her past. May be that kept her from giving up on him. But for all said and done, she really did not have any clue. So again she just said – ‘No Clue’

‘Hey, he is actually a nice person once you get to know him…’ someone said after one semester of college.
‘May be…’ She said. That’s all she could say. She herself was not sure if she still knew him well. Everyday there were surprises; some pleasant and some not so pleasant!! So she just said ‘May be…’

‘He is a great friend to have… Guess you were the only one who knew the real him’ said one of their common friends. ‘Initially we were really convinced that you were out of your mind to be friends him’ – That friend continued

She smiled….. She could not say what she really wanted to say but if she had this is what it would be

‘That’s true! Who in their right mind decides to attend college with their husband as their classmate. That too after just 1 and half year of marriage!! I always knew that great friend you talked about and I am just getting to know that classmate of yours!!’

Suri
Feb 2013

The Apology

An attempt at short story writing..Title – The Apology

He offered her husband his own milk sachet… He was just trying to make amends for his earlier behaviour… But she was not impressed.

Her husband was smiling… He was surprised at this whole thing. He was not sure if the person offering him the sachet was the same one who accused him of being a thief just few minutes back…

Guess somewhere inside, he was also smiling. He was not able reconcile with his conscience. He had just accused a man of stealing his passport and now he was trying to apologize by offering the man his milk sachet…

She was just furious… Not just with him but also with her husband… For her, he was rude and her husband was just too nice… Life as such had not been fair to her… She had stopped believing in the goodness that life had to offer. She just wanted to set the records straight but somehow the sachet had stopped her from doing that.

Her husband was still smiling. He was somehow able to see the irony of it all. Life has not been very easy on him too. Not just today, when someone accused him of a thief but throughout past few months. Life gave him nothing much to work with and now life was offering him a milk sachet. Somehow the milk sachet meant a lot to him.

‘This milk sachet seems to be life’s way of apologizing to both of us’ he said to his wife. ‘We have to accept the apology and move on’…

Just as they were about to get off the plane, he said to both of them – ‘ I am sorry … really sorry … Life lately has just been crazy for me… Sorry for taking it out on you two’

Both of them just smiled and just said – ‘ Trust us, we understand. Apology accepted!!’

Suri
Feb 2013