never fails (For zadudet1's contest)
'Ha ha yo' bitch,
yo' neva gunna get 'im. He's all mine.' Stephanie snapped her
fingers in front of Lolita's eyes, and said, 'today we gon' go
date, an' I'm gettin' 'im ma home. See how I take 'im to da nex'
level.' Staring down into the perplexed eyes, she continued,
'di'n't yo' und'a'stand geek? Physical relationship, ha
The scene continued
to get replayed right in front of Lolita's mind eyes again and
again. And indeed in my mind's eye too. Though it took place this
very morning and it's almost 5 in the evening, the slides
remained as fresh as it occurred just now. Memory is too powerful
- Especially when it has had something to do with our
I too hate
Stephanie, who is my former girlfriend. She ditched me for a
richer guy.That guy too is out of her tentacles, and the new
addition to her list is Mikey, my innocent classmate. He knows
nothing about the history of Stephanie. And I'm sure he too will
get thrown out - history repeats itself!
I've been trying my
best to warn him but he's not at all caring my words. He's not
even lending me his ears - I know it's her job; she would have
told him not to speak to me and I can't believe that she isolated
my best friend from the rest of the world and manages to keep him
away from the light of the truth. Whenever I try he would say I'm
jealous! Huh, jealous! Jealous for a whore! For a ruthless
I'm Jack, yes
pretty old-fashioned name - blame my parents. Lolita, Mike and I
were classmates. In a year we will part with each other - we're
in 12th year. Lolita and I grew up together since birth and were
next-door neighbours - technically opposite-door neighbours. And
Mike's a mile walk from here. Lolita always loved Mike - that I
alone knew; I'd no idea how Stephanie knew it. Though Lolita and
I had slept for at least a thousand nights in the same room
neither I nor she ever had crossed the line we drew for
ourselves. That is true friendship - the power of
I even frequently
used to wonder why I'd never got a speck of wrong thoughts about
her. It quite was strange because I always used to be the
"creamy" boy-ish type who would keep on shuffling dates, have
occasional sex with different girls and would be keep on looking
for the next. Lolita always said that I'm one-sided and that she
would not blame Stephanie for ditching me. She would say that,
"If you do it for other girls, it is A JUST CAUSE and if the same
gets repeated to you, you complain." She would stress on the
words "A just cause". I never comprehended the truth in her
words. But anyway, I hate Stephanie.
I even remember how
she made air quotes when she said "physical relationship." Of
course, I was in the scene, but despite my efforts to rescue my
friend Lolita, she won. We were in Mikey's place (we three
watching TV) when she barged in, and Mikey almost instantly
sprung up to please her - his master!
The master ordered
her slave to get her a drink. He almost jumped and frenzied
spontaneously to the kitchen, ignoring my call, 'Hey wait
As soon as he
conformed to her words, she sprang up off the couch and rushed
towards Lolita, who was standing with me, in an arrogant manner
that threatened her; Lolita went backwards in trepidation and got
glued to the wall following Stephanie's virtual pressing. Into
her unprepared trembling eyes, Stephanie shouted the same
I tried to pull her
away, but my try was shattered with her casting on me a single
"death glare". I'm not that weak to get defeated by just a stare
but due to some unknown reasons, my masculinity failed me, and I
stood just a foot ahead of them letting her finish her words;
grudging mentally at Stephanie. After the breakup she never
respected me; neither did I.
But that idiot -
yes, though he's my friend, I must call him an idiot - returned
with more "ice" in his face than in the drink he brought. The
moment he's seen into the scene, more swiftly than a torpedo
Stephanie changed her words saying, 'Wow! I wish I'd your blonde
hair. You're beautiful.' She acted like being friendly groping
into Lolita's hair, which produced in his face a grin that
widened to an extent that I'd not seen for my lifetime in him!
He's not aware of the cold war going on here.
I thought Lolita
had no chance of getting Mikey as he, like me, always considered
Lolita a friend, maybe a close friend. And to add fuel to the
fire, there always is Stephanie.
Now she's sitting
next to me - in this park, in the same bench, burying the flank
of her face into her left palm. Her blonde hair let to fall free
and she's in her simple black tank tops and Lee jeans, watching
the kids who play see-saw at a distance. It appeared that she saw
the kids' play, but I know she's just looking into emptiness;
just into the air. She looked as beautiful as she ever was. I
must concede that Stephanie is prettier than Lolita was, but only
by flesh-depth. But Lolita is beautiful both internally and
I saw my childhood
friend in anxiety that gave in my throat a strange gulp and that
made me almost cried. I sighed in high decibels trying to grab
her attention, trying to keep her entertained, lug her into a
conversation, but she just chose to let the intended sigh go into
air. In such a depressed state, I know no matter what can I say,
it would yield nothing. She's always the same, like a rock, when
in despair - I've known her since we started to babble as a
I saw a silhouette
at a distance whose gait I'm very much wont to. Wearing my
spectacles and focussing through the little glassy area, I found
Mikey coming at a distance. My specs further helped me to see a
red rose in his hand. I wondered what is he doing at this hour as
he's supposed to be in date with that devil.
He inched closer
and gestured to me to move and sit. I tried to move closer to
Lolita and leave the other end for his rear, but when I tried to
move, he hindered my move and pushed me the other way. He grinned
more widely than ever at me saying 'Hi ya!' and filled the gap. I
also observed that Lolita's eyes were insouciantly fixed on him
the entire episode. No one spoke anything.
Their eyes lingered
into each other's for an indefinite time. It indeed appeared to
me awkward. What the heck?
She then turned
away her field of vision and continued to inspect the children.
He pulled her chin to face his and again stared into her eyes.
I've never experienced it though Lolita always would say that
eyes speak! Yes, eyes speak, provided the other eye is your
lover's. I practically had never been in true love. That
Stephanie is just for flirtation, for lust, but alas that didn't
happen either. Lolita had already told me that I can never
experience that eye-speak. I mocked her then but now I realise
Every time should
such a conversation arise between me and Lolita, it almost always
ended up into an altercation. She always would say, as if it is
her own, though I known it is the words of an anonymous wise one,
"Just because you can't see it, don't tell it is not present.
Take for example the air, it..." she will be lecturing and it
happened not just once or twice, but almost thrice a week for a
year now! No matter how hackneyed it is, neither did I nor did
she lost interest in fighting so. I always wondered how it was;
till date I'm not able to find an answer.
I saw a crystal
teardrop fall from her eye. Every time would she cry, I always
would go to her rescue - hugging her, comforting her etc., but
now it never occurred to me that I must step forward.
He said firmly,
stressing the three words that she craved for a year subtly
inside herself, to escape from his lips, to get addressed to her
- which I alone know. He finally said it, 'I LOVE YOU!'
I saw my heart bump
in joy but she cried and looked the other way. He again
forcefully made her eyes face him and said it again, 'I LOVE
HIM!' he added extra stress on the words.
He said again and
again, 'I truly love you Lo.'
Lo - that's how
"we" always called her - a habit that he copied from me. She
couldn't monitor the tears that got pumped out of her eyes. She
said in a troubled voice, 'But you got Stephanie.'
'I'm a cancer
patient.' Her tears flooded more.
'I LOVE YOU!' he
kept on pressing the words the same way.
'I'll die in six
months or so.' She stood up facing to her right. He stood up,
thrusting the rose into her hands, hugging her, and said again,
'No matter what, I love you. You don't have to say, I know you
love me too.' This time he said gently. I too was moved seeing it
and I couldn't help but saw myself unconsciously having got up
and my eyes too are welling up!
She tried to free
herself out of his hold initially, but as his force kept her
pressing against his bosom, she got soothed with the sift of a
few more seconds in his leather jacket and laid her red eyes on
his shoulder. She saw me over his shoulder and simultaneously let
out both tears and smile.
It was indeed a
special moment. Yes, only a very few moments will come in one's
entire lifetime when tears will cooperate with happiness. It was
Lolita's special time now. I waved her goodbye and without
alarming their serenity, made my way towards the exit gate of the
park. Once I reached the gate, I turned and saw them kissing each
other. I said to myself, "True love never fails!" and went away