Chapter 2

"Your crush from school, your 'she'. Now you'll talk?"

I felt that he was joking but still got confused on what to do. I got wordless but felt that he would not joke in such matters.

"Really?" I asked again just to be sure while being happy internally. Why would I not be? I had known her since we were studying in class 3. I cannot describe our relation in words because first love is first love. After school was over, even though my heart was calling her, we didn't have verbal communication. I can't say always but every time I'm alone, she is all there is in my mind. No words are enough to describe how much I miss her.

"Yes yes, wait up. I'll make a group in Mig."

Reading the message, I felt like I was the happiest man alive.

He said wait a bit but was gone for more than 5 minutes. Then again I thought he was joking with me. Do people really have to play with someone's feelings like this? Running away after showing hope to someone. It won't be a sin to give such person tag of a prisoner and shut them inside a dark room for their entire life. Such things were running inside my mind. Then suddenly I got a message in Mig. The hope that I felt was lost was found again, all the negative vibes running in my mind were gone, color came back to my black and white life. That was the happiest moment of my life.

Without reason I called him many things in my mind, and now I feel like I'm the sinner. He is my bro. I should not have forgotten that he might make fun of many things but not in such cases. But I don't have to repent to him, cause I didn't say anything out loud.

"Sorry bro. Battery went down, so it took time." He asked for forgiveness.

"So you also can say sorry huh?" I asked with a heavy heart but still being sarcastic.

"Let's talk in the group." He said and left the conversation to join the group. Then I also joined the group with his invite.

There were 3 people in the group: myself, she and my friend, my bro Abhi. But the group was dead quiet, because maybe each of us wanted the other to start up the conversation. And I was in a dilemma thinking she might call me sticky person if I started the conversation or call me shy one if I didn't start.