“Want some tea?”,
he called from the kitchen.
“Duh, no! I just
had coffee!”, she replied disdainfully from the den.
“Oh, but she never
asked me if I wanted some. Well...”, he muttered as he walked up the stairs to
the snug room. Their relationship had been falling apart for the last few
months, but he had been doing his best to keep it together. Strangely, he
didn’t even know the cause of this deterioration, as nothing out of the
ordinary had happened. Shaking his head to clear it of the dark forebodings, he
entered the living room, sat his cup down on the table and walked up to his
guitar. Picking up the case, he started unzipping it, wanting to sing her a
song, and not just any song, mind you. He had GnR’s “November Rain” in mind,
the one he had always dreamed of singing to her. However, just a glance at her
frowning face was enough to make him put it down. “Maybe later”, he thought as
he closed the case again, sighing just audibly as he slouched past her and
settled in his comfy chair.
“So sweetheart, how
was your day?”, he asked tentatively. “Did Mr. ‘Perks’ treat you well?”
“Hahaha, of course
dear! He has been very nice and accommodating since I organized that soft
skills workshop! He appreciated the innovative idea very much, almost too much!
And the audience was so supportive”, she gushed as she recalled Open Week, the
most successful in- house event of STEM n’ ROOTS, a consultancy and career
counselling company they both worked for.
It was his idea, of
course. All brilliant ones were his. They had planned to conduct this
‘refresher’ workshop for their respective departments simultaneously. However,
his department head was a bit reluctant towards approving the event. “We’ve
never had this sort of an event, and I’m afraid the department members won’t be
interested. Furthermore, it’s not our job to keep them on the track.”, was what
his supervisor had told him. Rather than risk postponing Open Week in both
departments, he had asked her to go ahead with it in her department. Although
he claimed it would serve to demonstrate the workshop’s importance to his head,
but in fact, it was due to his ever-present desire to see her on top of things,
and organizing a successful event for the first time would certainly take her a
long way.
She had gone ahead
and organized the event, forming a team on the way, but keeping him updated
throughout the procedure. It proved to be a smashing hit, with the company
employees turning up in throngs to attend the event. Despite the fact that it
was his idea, and it was he who motivated her to manage the event, he didn’t even
get an invitation. It had stung him like hell, but she claimed that since their
departments didn’t have anything in common, so it would be useless for him if
she asked him to come. “However, you can come if you really want to.”, had been
her response.
“It doesn’t matter
if it would help me or not. I’d love to come if someone cares to invite me” had
been his final attempt to make her realize how much he wanted to be with her,
and how much her willingness mattered to her. However, it didn’t change
anything. Weekend came and went, with him back at his place, sleeping the Open
Week out. No one missed him at the event. And she became a star overnight.
Now, as he sat
opposite to her, he didn’t know how to ask her for the post-event report. He
needed it to convince his supervisor that not only was the event worthy of
being organized at STEM n’ ROOTS, it had already been organized once with very
encouraging results. Mustering up his courage, he leaned forward a bit and
spoke: “Hey, have you people composed a post event report? That sort of thing
is really necessary, especially after a successful event”
“Uh-oh”, she
nodded, her eyes glued to her laptop screen.
“Can I have it for
a couple of days? I need to show it to my supervisor, to prove that Open Week
isn’t a waste of time. That old man still lives in the ‘60s”, he said with a
nervous chuckle, uncertain how she will respond. But as she closed her laptop’s
lid and took off her glasses, he knew he had her undivided attention.
Nevertheless, nothing could have prepared him for what came next.
Have you ever been
in love with someone who wasn’t aware of, or at least pretended to be unaware
of, how you felt towards them? Have you ever, dear reader, tried to have your
actions speak of the inexplicable love you have for someone who wants to have
nothing to do with you, except perhaps using your skills and connections for
their own well- being? Have you, o handsome fellow, suffered the pangs of
unrequited love, hoping the person in your dreams will come to realize how you
feel and what you have for them is priceless, that they’ll be lucky to receive
even half of that from any other human? If yes, then you might understand how
our poor boy had been pushing on with his life, and what her response could’ve
done to her.
As she straightened
up, he looked into her eyes, hoping that, for once, she’ll acknowledge what he
has done, rather, has been doing for past couple of years. He longed for a
glimpse of acceptance, either in her words or her actions. However, he was
stunned when she finally spoke, her every word cutting her like a knife: “Open
Week was a private event of my department”.
To say that he was
dumbstruck would be a gross understatement. He saw the whole world spinning
before him, felt a constriction in his throat that had nothing to do with
thirst. He remembered the times they had shared together, resulting in some of
his fondest memories. His past two years flashed before his eyes: his attempts
at expressing his feelings to her, the happiness he always experienced when he
saw her, the times he had spent staring at her pictures, the thrill he used to
experience whenever he heard her voice, all came crashing down in his lap,
along with the elusive truth: she wanted to have nothing to do with him. He was
a tool, a means of climbing the ladder of life. Maybe she really trusted him,
even considered a friend, but she had never been there when he needed her. His
assumptions were fading away, as were his dreams. The pedestal had crumbled,
bringing the goddess he worshipped to the ground.
Wordlessly, he
stood up and left. He didn’t want to, even now, but he knew it was for his own
good. But he knew he would never be able to forget her; the girl who meant so
much to him.
Back in the den, she looked up as she heard the front
door open, and close. Her expression was unfathomable as she sighed and put the
documents away. Suddenly, she spotted the cup of tea he had made earlier. Steam
was still rising from it...