PERHAPS, THERE ARE REASONS...

                           She looked outside through the window. But there was not a trace of a bike.Was she expecting? Before she could recollect her thoughts, her phone beeped. 

And the message read, "Tell me the exact location."

By that time, she had started having second thoughts. She typed in a haste, "Hey, I don't think the challenge is worth it. Drop the matter and ride back."

But he was glued to his decision.

"It is one thing to not take up a challenge than to take and lose. I would rather go for the latter."

Yeah...She was a crazy stuff...Eccentric..Arrogant..And even a condemner at times...But the whole idea of aiding a boy to find her house and betting him to come up at night seemed like an odd combo of all these.Somehow, the wager seemed terribly ridiculous.

The phone beeped again.This time, she felt a panic.The message read, "I am at the junction. Which path should I take?"

Her mind was recalculating all the possible ways to get out of the troubles. But her heart, which loved music. art and all matters that were not considered practical in the world, concluded that it preferred to see something wild . Before her mind could read answers, her hands had given the location. The  more she thought of the entire thing, the more confused she felt. She heard a tyre creaking all of a sudden. She looked out. There he was, decisive and resolute.She literally laughed. No complications,,, no second thoughts..He did not honk, nor did he create a commotion. That moment was like a spell, strong enough to push sidewalls. But the purity of the spell left with him, when he drove off. 

She flashed through her memories. When he told her there was something about her, she had laughed off. Eventually, she has even shown him her house. Where was she heading to?

She saw her parents chitchatting merrily.With the sight of them, she felt her heart heavy. And to feel phony around them, she believed, is the greatest sin ever. She called her dad and told the entire story. Though he wore an expression of shock, he spoke with a a controlled tone,"You tend to complicate your life, as if living weren't already complicated enough. Take it easy...Things happen at this age..And take it as a form of present.Presents are given for the pleasure of the one giving it and not for the one who is receiving it. Take it that way, dear." And he wished her good night.

If someone ever has a daughter- A blessing no one would wish on anyone, because it' almost a law that sooner or later, she will break her dad's heart- that someone will begin, without realising it, to divide men into 2 camps: those who are trying on her and those who are not. Whoever says that's not true is lying through his teeth.

Silence and doubt gnawed at her. She knew the feeling she had was 'floating' and not 'falling'..Moreover, she did not want to be the one playing with a boy like a cat with a canary.

She wondered what on earth he saw in her that could make him feel to befriend her, other than her eagerness to escape into the unknown worlds and second hand dreams.

She took her phone and typed:

" Oil asked a half filled cup of pure water, 'May I fill you?'

The cup replied, 'Try it. But the result, I suppose, will only be an emulsion.'

But the oil tried knowing ,the difference cannot be made. And the cup thanked him for trying"

She clicked the send button and turned her phone off.

                                                     courtesy: A student , CET Engineering college, The shadow of the wind(a mystery I have read)

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