Fight for an accident

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There was a sudden calmness in the room after the call ended. Till then, the flatmate who is disturbed of his small aaram after a routine at office, can hear loud shouts from the very next room with intense voice which has the deep sense of missing something. Though not new to him, today was different, he felt so. The language is spoken by many, but all he can understand is the burning voice and desperation for care. Like everyday, he excuses, murmuring there is no one for him to at least fight with in the nights, turns to the other side and sleeps next to a shunting cooler.

The turbulent mind thinks way too much.
I should not have shouted, the right mind believes.
The falt is hers, what did I do ? The ego punches back with the reply.

Being an ardent lover of philosophy and general public administration which now he is a student of, Ugadi, an over weighed brownish tall guy in his mid twenties with a typical south Indian mindset, is guilty of showing anger to whom he loves the most. Isn’t it the hardest irony to accept the fact that whom Ugadi has promised to himself not to hurt even for a kshanam, is the same girl with whom he gets annoyed? A more frequent and likely happening recently.

Ugadi tries to balance his life and thoughts, spending good times with friends all around online and offline. Humorous at times, he spends most of his time purposefully trying to make a difference to the place he breathes in. He thinks of his loved one occasionally during his hectic lifestyle, he is happy though, he cares for and he is always ‘good’ to her. That is always the intent.

Petty differences and silly points, nothing more is than fodder for fire. Both being spontaneous and highly impatient, the smooth talk every night quickly drops into a clash of gods. Ugadi keeps quiet for the most part, more irritating the partner. But the ignition comes soon after she raises an ‘attitude’ question, good enough to wake up the Egodi, the alter ego of Ugadi. He knows she does not mean to hurt him either, but that’s not good enough to bring back the smiles.

Never call me again, the voice over the line is as sharp as the diamond she wears around her neck.
I wont and thanks for the suggestion! the sarcasm being at its best, Ugadi cuts his silence as well as the phone line which she dislikes the most.

Why can’t she be nice to me ? And being a self actualized person, Ugadi worries of his behavior too, amused of how fast he shows his disgust when it comes to Triveni. He knows he doesn’t get tough so easily with his sister Malati, who stays in a higher altitude country and believes Ugadi does no wrong for good reason.

Two days of peace, though none of them is peaceful.
Ugadi reaches to his cell phone, dials the first number in his recent received calls and hangs up.

In the night , he gets a call. He can feel that its from her without seeing the number. He picks up, though the feel is not wrong, there is an unfamiliar voice Ugadi is caught up with.

Is this Ugadi ? I am Triveni’s friend calling. Are you her friend ?
A little cautious Ugadi, being very optimistic in his life all through, expecting no bad, replies assertively and enquires whats the matter.
I donno how to tell, but Triveni is admitted to the hospital. She is hit by a fast moving truck at the junction. If you know her parents, can you talk to them ? Dont try to panic th…

Ugadi interrupts as he knows what to tell and what not, and asks loads of questions and giving her a chance to tell, how is Triveni ?
The voice over the call tried to impress everything is alright, but Ugadi knows the seriousness. Triveni is unconscious, after briefly uttering the words Daad (Dad), Uga…

Ugadi is shattered. He tried his best trying to help her friend in getting all the contacts, help and everything else he can do from a faraway place connected by only phones and hearts.

Varying thoughts creeping in to his mind, “she must be thinking of me and hit the truck”.
“I should not have shouted at her. ” Else, Triveni must have definitely called me at that time, we should have spend time talking and no accident would have happened.

Though its the truck driver’s sudden stop crossing and not fully crossing signal that caused the accident, Ugadi thinks he knows the real cause.
“I had my fight for her accident”, Ugadi hurts his wrists.

Ugadi trying to get some courage and calls her family, explains the situation in light vein and asks them to catch the next available train to go to her. They know it is serious too, the very voice can tell how Triveni must be, thanks the kid and sets off for a 12 hr journey the very next moment the call ends.

Ugadi knows his mistake. The mistake everyone does so often that it is accepted as an unavoidable, and at times, sweet moments of petty arguments between two souls so close to be treated as one !

He owes to God whom he know does not exist, less than what he owes to his love. A dry and hot breeze cannot make the wet eyes of Ugadi any help. He knows he can cry, he cries, tries to close his eyes hoping to hear that she opened hers’. And he owed in his silence,
“I won’t hurt her again”. Ugadi knows he can give those memories to her.

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Dedicated to all loved ones who care for them, but are not everyday, be it with their parents, friends and all loved ones in deeds. Indeed it is lovely to show the intent in deed.

P.S. This is my first attempt of a Short Story. Incidents mentioned are partly real and mostly fictitious. Meant to instill thought and lessen the anger , giving a memorable time to our loved ones.

WorthvieW

4 thoughts on “Fight for an accident

  1. Awesum man !! For once, I thought the room-mate was Vijay 🙂
    Great going !! Waiting for some more of these !!

  2. Awesum man !! For once, I thought the room-mate was Vijay 🙂
    Great going !! Waiting for some more of these !!

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