The alarm was screaming out loud. With vengeance. As if it despised to see me sleep till late in the mornings. And I hated it back with the same intensity every morning.
But today I was already awake.
In fact, I was awake on my bed for almost an hour.
It was 6.00 in the morning. I slammed my fist on the alarm button like sunny deol belts the holigans in his action sequences.
I checked my cell phone. No messages. No calls. Nothing.
It was Valentine’s Day and I (hate to say this.) am single. :(
Had it been any other day than today, I would have happily roamed around with “Am-single-am-so-happy” tag. But not today. Valentine's day is never a day to be single. Today I hoped not to be miserable, but I had already began to feel so with so much of a early morning thought process.
Still on my bed, staring at the ceiling fan, my mind was running at full throttle.
“I shouldn’t have broken up with her in such a hurry.” I was literally talking to the lonely ceiling fan up above staring right at me, feeling equally miserable. I aligned my pillows to support my back and sat up on the bed. There was a strange feeling in my tummy. I think I was missing Amy. Or was it the last night’s booze and madness. I couldn’t think straight. But my mind was reeling in those flash backs. Amy. Amritha.
Everything was going perfectly fine with me and her. We dated for around 4 months. Then we broke up. Not that I wanted to but it was getting too much her lately. She was everywhere. She even was almost living with me. Not that I regretted that part. The sex was great. But she was becoming more of my mother dotting me on everything than a girlfriend. And that’s when we felt it’s not working out. Or at least I felt so. And she left. And not in Peace.
“Damn, I should have checked the dates.” I was still mumbling. I had no idea that Valentine’s Day was close. I could have made it a few more days with her. Wouldn’t have killed me. I wouldn’t have killed her either. Valentine’s Day would have(read has always ) been a great reason to have some fabulous sex too. “I could have let her go after this day or two huh??” I was self-analyzing my stand. My voice sounded as if I was pacifying myself. I actually was.
I checked my cell phone again. Nothing.
Amy was not my first girlfriend. Neither was I her first. She was definitely in a double digit in my list. “After all these days of sticking around with her, I don’t know why I was in such a hurry to push her away?” My voice was becoming agitated. “Anyways.. I guess it’s gonna be a loonngg and lonelyyy day today.” I concluded while finally getting up from the bed.
I took my cell phone again and started typing, “Care to respond? Call me if no plans.”A few more fidgeting and the message was sent. Seconds later the delivery status flashed on my screen saying, MESSAGE DELIVERED TO TUBBY. I pushed my cell aside and went ahead to freshen up for the day.
Now Playing : Lonely day by system of doom.
P.S : This is a short excerpt of a story that I was writing. Nothing personal. Hope you liked it, though its quite abstract, raw and unfinished. Let me know if you have any suggestions.