Session 2:

Date: 2-12-2017

I sent him some text messages the second I woke up next day. I did not get any reply. I tried calling him, but his phone was switched off. I tried calling him at ten in the morning. There was no response. His phone was still switched off. I got worried. So, I informed my parents where I was going and took a cab to his home.

I was shocked, when I reached his home. There were lot of cars. Everyone carried a garland while entering his house. It was a funeral. Many things came to my mind, but I tried ignoring all my thoughts and started walking towards his home.

As I walked inside, I saw him sitting in one corner of the hall completely devastated looking at his mother dead body. I did not know what to do. I sent messages to my friends about the situation. Then I walked towards him, sat with him and comforted him.

After that day, he was completely lost. of course, who won’t be. He loved his mother so much. He was so attached to his mother than his father. She was the one who brought his first guitar.

The talking and messaging hours totally faded out. He stopped coming to college. He even stopped going out of his home. Whenever I tried talking to him or took him out to make him little better it always ended with him crying. So, I started spending more time with him. I was trying my best to make him not getting worse.

During this time whenever I made him smile it made me happy. Slowly this happiness converted to love. I started having feelings for him. My friends and classmates also helped me a lot to bring him back. Slowly things started getting normal, he started coming to college some days. Everyone was so happy to see him in classroom.

Past a month, when I heard that he was not going to play any music for that year cultural. I got sad. I badly wanted him to sing. So, I went to his home to convince him directly. When we were in his bedroom, I asked him to play for that year cultural multiple times. He kept on refusing every time I asked.

“If your mother was here, would she not wish to see you play?”, I shouted at him angrily.

“At least, before I had someone who loved me the most. I don’t have any one to love me now. Why should I play?”, he asked me back angrily.

“Who told you there is no one who loves you? I am right here, you fucking moron”, I shouted angrily.

On hearing this he had some tears in his eyes. He ran towards me and hugged me. We kissed each other. I spent the night at his home.

And it was official. Every one of my friends were happy for me. He played for that cultural. He started coming to college regularly.

We started going out a lot and making out a lot till he got an offer to play for a band in Delhi. Even though it would be hard for me to not see him daily, I encouraged him to go for it as it would make him feel better.

After he went to Delhi, the communication between us got reduced as he was in training classes for guitar and I was in interview training class. We both hardly had any time to talk.

As days passed, he stopped calling me and texting me. Whenever I asked him about it. He said he was busy with the class. I was so stupid. I believed everything he said.

When you are so much blindly in love with someone you will believe everything, they say. I was one of the victims to it.

Once he came back from Delhi everything seemed a little different. We stopped going out together like before. Because he used to go to Delhi to play for the band during weekends. When I requested to take me with him, he refused saying that he might get distracted.

We went out for dinner together to celebrate my placement after two months. I was so happy to spend time with him. While we were having dinner, I noticed that his phone was vibrating a lot. Every time it vibrated, his eyes rolled down to his mobile. I figured something was wrong.

As soon as he went to washroom, I took his phone and unlocked it. I was broken to pieces. I could not believe it. He was sexting with some girl in WhatsApp. There was only one thing running in my mind, how could he do this to me? The moment he saw me with his phone. He stood there without saying a word. I could not bear it.

“Who the hell is she? And why are you sexting her?”, I asked him.

He didn't say anything.

“Who the hell is she”, I asked again angrily and waited for him to answer.

As the tears started to slide down my cheek he said, “my lover” without looking me.

“Then who the hell am I for you?”, I shouted.

Everyone at the hotel were looking at us. I couldn’t control my anger. I slapped him in his face, threw his phone on the table and walked out of the hotel crying.

By the time I finished reading second session, I got sad. There were dried tear drops mark all over the pages. I could understand how she must have felt. If Nitin had broken up with her and started seeing someone else, then that could have been forgiven. But cheating on a girl who loved and cared for you the most is one of the worst things you can do to her in the world. I got so angry at Nitin. I felt like I needed to beat him.

After clamming myself down, I continued reading.