"sAy iT...wHeN u Love iT.."

Chapter-3 The Beginning of The End

This was painful.

This was the worst thing that could have happened to Jatin.

This was worse than Mishthi not replying him.

His Mishthi was fake.His only love was fake.She used him,others were right,she used him.

Jatin wasnt able to bear all this.Suddenly he was struggling to breathe.This wide spacious world seemed to be a small one for him.He wished he could change his past.He wished he could make changes in his college life.

He wished,he could make Mishthi pay for using him.He wished to die.He wished that he could change Mishthi's decision.Yes this was true love afterall.He still wanted her,he still wished that Mishthi could come back to him.

Love had always been a mystery.No matter how much you start hating your love,in the end it is love only that wins.

But this was the first time Jatin had tasted love and it was a bitter one.

Those moments kept on coming in front of his eyes.Mishthi's graceful smile,her lips,her hair,her pranks..etc.

He could not believe what happened.This was the first time he hoped to be interrupted by alarm but it wasn't meant to be.

This was real.

It was getting darker and darker.It was day time but looked as if it was night.The horrifying sound of lightning,clouds roaring.It was scary.All this added to Jatin's grief.He has grown strong over the past few years but not strong enought to bear the pain of Mishthi's words.He could still hear them clearly,

"I know what you feel for me.But I never loved you.I used you only to get good marks and now "I know what you feel for me.But I never loved you.I used you only to get good marks and now that college is over I want you to be away from me and my life.You were never a part of my life.I have a boy friend and you know that and we are very happy together so please Jatin take all this away and leave this place and my life as well."

His eyes were wet.Tears were kissing his cheeks.His heart had almost stopped beating.Even if it was,Jatin could hear it beating it was that slow and loud.

It had started raining heavily.One could not see the vehicles moving on the road.People had started looking for a shelter so that they can save themselves from this outburst of rain gods.

But to Jatin it did not matter.What had happen to him was much more painful than this "outburst".

Even those on cars had stopped moving.There was only one vehicle moving that was Jatin's Scorpio.He kept on driving at a speed of 90 plus,in the heavy rains and strong breeze.The world did not existed for him.

He started the music player just to make him feel good and it sang,

"In our headlights, staring, bleak, beer cans, deer's eyes
on the asphalt underneath, our crushed plans and my lies
lonely street signs, powerlines, they keep on flashing, flashing by

and we keep driving into the night
it's a late goodbye, such a late goodbye
and we keep driving into the night
it's a late goodbye

your breath hot upon my cheeck, and we crossed, that line
you made me strong when I was feeling weak, and we crossed, that one time
screaming stop signs, staring wild eyes, keep on flashing, flashing by

and we keep driving into the night
it's a late goodbye, such a late goodbye
and we keep driving into the night
it's a late goodbye

the devil grins from ear to ear when he sees the hand he's dealt us
points at your flaming hair, and then we're playing hide and seek
I can't breathe easy here, less our trail's gone cold behind us
till' in the john mirror you stare at yourself grown old and weak

and we keep driving into the night
it's a late goodbye, such a late goodbye..."

I still dont understand how the "playilists" tend to guess your mood.

He wanted to divert his mind but this was not the case of mind.This was the case of "heart".

It was raining more heavily,as if even The Almighty was crying for his child.

Jatin opened a shelf in his car and took out a beer bottle (this was one of the way which he had found to forget Mishthi),opened it and drank the whole bottle in one go.Beers tend to taste sweet when you are sad and life tastes bitter.

Suddenly he saw the bag which Mishthi had given him.He stopped his car.Quickly got out and ran to the nearest coffee shop.Chose a corner table over there.The place was full of people but since he was ditched he could feel the loneliness.

He ordered a capuccino and opened the bag.

He saw the cards,the soft toys,the pictures..all that he had given her with love.He started taking them out one by one and started recalling the moment in which he gave her these gifts.

He never gifted her anything on occasions,for Jatin everyday spent with Mishthi was an ocassion in itself and so he gifted her everytime he met her.

But there was something in that bag that he had never gifted her.It was packet,brown coloured envelope,with nothing written on that,just a plane envelope.Jatin wondered what was it.May be it was by mistake that Mishthi had put it in this bag.He opened the seal on the envelope and in it were some papers.He thought may be they are some official papers or may be they were the letters which Jatin posted her everynow and then.

But these were not simple papers.He colud see something handwritten on them.It wasnt his writing though.He took out the whole bunch of papers and above which there was a slip which said

"these are my memories.Read them one by one

from-Mishthi"

He was shocked and amazed.

What could be in these papers.Mishthi's memories.????

"Am I a part of her memories,certainly not after what she said to me.

Should I read them....?

I should not.May be its Mishthi's personal asset.I should not read it.But then why would she give it to me.I think i should read them."

He knew he wont enjoy this but the love for Mishthi made him read those letters.He did not want to know Mishthi anymore.She was his past.But still he picked the first letter and began to read it.....