Like A Butterfly

Hi! ....... Hi! You can call me Trasnav Singh. ........ Hi!! I am a nice guy. Shall we be friends?? . . . . . Hi Sinesha! Trasnav reporting in, yet again.. Why are you not replying to me?? I'm not a ghost that frightens you.. People think I'm smart, sweet, and dashing.. ....... Arrrghhhhh!!! This man is checking my patience.... It was a full moon. I was born on that day. I sat under a full moon, staring at the stars. I find it peaceful and content. I was recalling and reestablishing all my memories, which heightened my anxiety about someone's intervention into my life.. I am receiving a friend request and messages on my f*******: messenger.. “Who is this guy?” “Why does he send me messages on my f*******: ? “. Have we met before?” “Does he know me well?” I am a 29-year-old woman. I have been single and unfortunate since my birth. I am will to live ,work and ultimately die alone. “Why would anyone want to be my friend now ?” Should I reply to him? Or should I ignore the messages? .........................................................Arrrrhgggghhhhhh ..... Head Hurts..........So bad............................ In my heart, there was a commotion. I thought a lot and finally ignored it. It is all just a phantom of delight. Everything is immortal. Change is the only truth. People mold themselves according to their needs and desires. Nothing lasts forever, including relationships. I have already been in a relationship with my work for years. I love to keep myself busy at work. I am happy with what I do and that the only thing matters now. But the other half of me disagrees. It pretends to be angry, disturbed or ignorant about his messages. Who doesn’t want to be clasped to one’s heart? After all, I am also a woman. God created us with great love and care. We are delicate, we are strong, we want to love, be loved and adored forever. It is the essence of our womanhood. And I am not exceptional. I closed my eyes. I accepted my reality . I had been detested by my own people all this time, all my life. I remember being watched with those cautious eyes . I have always been unwanted by people . Today , his steps in my life have really shook me. I feared of being accepted to throw away again. I do not want to be hurt every day. I do not want to break my heart . I just collected those pieces of my heart and mended them strongly. I cannot let anybody tear me apart and abandoned me. “Please do not send me any messages. I am married and a mother of two kids.” “haha” good sense of humor girl??" You are a surprise. First, I loved your name and now your sense of humor"” “I got half of your information “. Sad isn’t ?? ............. Pause......... Half information about me ?? .......... So dizzy !........... So he doesn’t know me But ..... who is giving him about my information and why ?? “Do I have enemies around ?” “ Am I being watched closely?” No , nooooooo. “ Do I even exist in this world ?” I should not be born into this world. Unfortunately, I do not have enemies at all. Those who are fortunate have been able to earn enemies in their lives.It is a life worth gifting. Only handful of people can lead such a life like that..It is a pride for them in this world to have acknowledged their existence in this world. I have known how it feels to be rejected and unwelcomed in your own world. I have been living in oblivion for a whole life, without being accompanied and acknowledged. It is very heart wrenching and bitter. Hi Trasnav ! “ So , we have never met in our lives and we don’t know each other yet. Are you up to anything ?? Do you want anything from me?? I am a simple girl. I cannot give you anything ??” “So mean Sinesha. “ “Have I asked you anything in return for being friends??” “I want nothing. “ ............Pause.......... “ Trasnav, I welcome your congeniality “. “But no relationship exists without clarity”. “Please tell me who gave you my f*******: id ??” “I am a very private person.” “Only a few friends and some family members knew about my f*******: id” “You cannot be this private. You have a good sense of humour.” “You must be jolly and outgoing and always enclosed with friends” “ So what’s wrong being friends with you? “ “ Stop making “ ...................pls ......... “Who .gave .you .my f*******:. ID ...” I will appreciate your generosity “ “ I need to know “ now pls..... “ Bye “ Got to go “some work needs to be finished by now’ ...................pause ................. ______________*Five days later*_____________ Hi Sinesha ! ( msgs popped into my messenger ) “ Gosh , you are writing to me again. “ “ I was missing you so badly. “ I thought you were missing me too. “ “ I am painting now and I would not like it if you disturbed me.” Bingo ! Great timing ...." Why dont you paint my face?"." It would be a token of our friendship. ‘ Friendship ?? “Be mindful” “We are not friends yet . “. “ Mean Girl “ Okay ..... If it bothers you.......” I will reveal the secret." Really ? Thaa......... “ But promise me we will be friends afterwards.” “Thank you “ “ Sure” Remember please “ I don’t like anyone playing with feelings” ..........................There was a pause for a while....................... But that melted me........................... “ Has someone broken his heart? “ Every other day my heart breaks. “Why am I so concerned ? Perhaps he values emotions and cherishes others’ hearts. I wanted to believe him. “ To me, he seemed genuine now. I connected myself with him.I trusted his words. hmmmm...... okay ...ummmm bye..... “Next Time” On Monday morning , I heard a ring and text popped in my notification- “ Please be mindful about the meeting today at 8:30 am. Be on time”. “ How could I be so careless?” I hurried up and looked at my watch. The time was already 8:00 am. I did all my Monday routines and went straight to school. I am a secondary level teacher. I was well aware of my first Parents Teachers’ Meeting on 7th July at 8:30 am. I remember I set the reminder for this date, but why didn’t it show up? I walked in a rush to the main road and grabbed a cab. On the way to school , I was preparing what I should talk about. On the way to school ,I got a ring on my phone. It was from Attharva. I could not believe it was his call. I was in great shock,but when I held up my breath to answer his call, it stopped ringing. It had been years since we stopped talking. ............................................ In no time, a message popped up in my notification........................................................................ Hey Sinesha “ What are you upto?” “ I have a PTM and I am already so late.” “ Sorry. “ “Hello Attharva. “ How have you been ?” _____ paused_____ Sinesha, please talk with Trasnav . “He is a good guy. “ I read it quickly and I was stuck there and then .. I closed my text and opened it again to make sure it was all a dream. It appeared the same. I was shocked , very shocked . I have never expected this to happen in my life. I thought the Trasnav chapter was closed . He hasn’t sent me a text for days . “We reached your destination.” “How much do I need to pay you now?” “Only RS 450 “ I gave him RS 500 and hurriedly climbed down and ran to my school gate. I didn’t wait for the exchange . There were already butterflies in my tummy and I was already late too. I greeted every staff member in school and entered my class .I noticed a group of parents was already waiting for me. During the meeting hours, I couldn’t concentrate properly. Attarva’s message and a lot of questions were revolving around my head. Why would Attharva want me to be friends with Trasnav? Why particularly me and not others?? The meeting is over now . Every parent was happy with the progress of my students . Some parents want more focus on Science and Maths. Finally ,I felt relaxed. Now I can focus only on things. “Hi Attharva ! “ “Hi Sasha” “ Shall I call you?”