{"id":65,"date":"2011-03-08T16:57:06","date_gmt":"2011-03-08T16:57:06","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.rohithmvk.com\/blog\/?p=65"},"modified":"2011-03-08T16:57:06","modified_gmt":"2011-03-08T16:57:06","slug":"the-right-and-the-not","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/blog.rohith.co.in\/index.php\/2011\/03\/08\/the-right-and-the-not\/","title":{"rendered":"The right and the not"},"content":{"rendered":"

It was his fault.<\/em>
\nIt was he who started everything.<\/em>
\nWhy should I worry? It was his fault anyway.<\/em>
\nI was right. He was not.<\/em>
\n
\nI was not beautiful. I was not smart.<\/em>
\nHe was handsome. He was smart.<\/em>
\nI didn’t love him. He loved me.<\/em><\/p>\n

My feet ached as I walked over the coarse stones. I had to move faster. My destination was still far away, and I had very little time. The sun was bright.Heat radiated from the ground. I wiped sweat from my forhead, and walked faster.<\/em><\/p>\n

Some siren sounded from distance. Maybe some train.<\/em>
\nTrains.<\/em>
\nI hate them. Their noise, their sirens, their sheer size.<\/em><\/p>\n

He loved them. They were his passion. That’s why his dream job was in the railways.<\/em>
\nThe day he got it, he proposed to me.<\/em><\/p>\n

I said no.<\/em><\/p>\n

I asked him to be realistic.Neither of our families should’ve approved of our relationship, if there was any.<\/em>
\nI was right. He was not.<\/em><\/p>\n

He didn’t contact me for a long time since then.<\/em>
\nI was never in love with him. He was, always.<\/em><\/p>\n

Why did I ask him to save me?<\/em>
\nFrom where did I need to be saved?<\/em><\/p>\n

It was the day before my engagement.<\/em>
\nHe called me to wish me good luck. <\/em>
\nI told him that I loved him. I lied.<\/em>
\nI told him that I missed him. I did.<\/em>
\nI asked him to save me.<\/em><\/p>\n

He knew he was helpless by then. He told me he can’t do anything against his parents’ wishes. I knew that. Neither could I.<\/em>
\nI called him a coward. He was not one. I was.<\/em>
\nI disconnected the call.<\/em>
\nHe was crying. So was I.<\/em><\/p>\n

The very next day, my fate was sealed – By this ring on my finger.<\/em><\/p>\n

Three days.<\/em>
\nFor the next three days I didn’t hear from him. I thought he’d have moved on.<\/em><\/p>\n

Three days.<\/em>
\nIt was three days since the accident when they finally found his body.<\/em><\/p>\n

Accident!<\/em>
\nI knew it was not one.<\/em><\/p>\n

I didn’t cry. I couldn’t. He was no one to me.<\/em><\/p>\n

His family, His parents.<\/em>
\nFor them he couldn’t save me.<\/em>
\nHe never thought of them while walking head-on to the train, to the noise he loved.<\/em><\/p>\n

I reached my destination. Exhausted.<\/em>
\nIt was inside this tunnel that they found him. After three days. Shattered. Un recognizable.<\/em><\/p>\n

I could see the light at the end of the tunnel. <\/em>
\nA siren sounded somewhere. I could hear the noise. Its not irritating as I used to think.<\/em><\/p>\n

I wasn’t thinking about anything else. I wasn’t thinking about my marriage.<\/em>
\nIt was fixed for tomorrow. But I had my debts to pay.<\/em><\/p>\n

I closed my eyes. I could feel him around me.<\/em>
\nThe noise became louder and louder. It was sweet. <\/em>
\nHe was right. I was not.?<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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