BLUETICK

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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Romance  |  House: Booksie Classic

Social network was enticing to Arman. Through this window, he peeped into a world of romantic frenzy and disillusioned.

Arman is busy with his cell phone. Blink of joy brims to it's full with every click of his finger. Sometimes, a dash of suppressed smile fades away on the raised brow. Neon light of lemonade screen takes him to an unknown world of sleepless night. Time is here not counted as hour, minute and second. Frame of flowery letters decides every moment of failure and success. Quaint eyes are always stuck to every WhatsApp status. With a sigh, Arman shares an Emoji and waits. Flipping finger travels from Facebook to Instagram, from Twitter to Gmail. Still restless! He has been blueticked. A surge of repressed emotion is condensed all around a profile picture. Nibbling fingure fondles the mirrored texture of teen beauty. It stops near the silicon cheek. He  murmurs. Heart cheers to be zoomed in. An unknown call is suddenly flashed upon his display of passionate thought. Anger brews, swells up and ruptures. Swooping fingure flips the call and terminated. Drooping eyes are closed in. Arman falls into a balmy rest beside his cell phone. 

Morning breaks with his cell phone ringtone. Arman jumps up. The battery is too low. Quickly it is pluged in. Within an hour, he gets ready and sets for his college. In the crowded bus he hurdles in a corner and takes out his cell phone. He is still blueticked. The profile picture is hidden. Heart breaks, smile fades away and anger resides upon a co-passenger. Fiery words are exchanged between them. The cell phone vibrates. Up inside the cosy palm a gentle feeling lingers and rolls upon the corner of his lips. Sandwiched, he tries to steal a look of his WhatsApp. Dot of blinking light wears away, bated moments passed. With an effulgence of light, the home screen rests on a wallpaper. Two gold fish bubble up side by side. Arman taps one of them. With a swap, the gold fish turns into a maze of absolute security. Instinct dictates; security breaks. Smile widens, broadens and wrapped up with ecstacy. It is at once shared by soft and gentle look, common sense and offering a seat to an old fellow, gasping for breath. The conductor looks. Arman gives the fare and gets down in the next stopage. 

Down the road walks Arman, a young man of his early twenties. His face is still drowned into the limelight of lemonade world. No more he is here on a busy street. He mutters but mute to others passing by. Sometimes, up goes the fist, sometimes, staggers to a dead stop. The ten minutes walk takes a distance of ten miles. As usual, he is again late to his Botany class. Forty five minutes is a span of complete isolation from his own make-believe world. Here realty gets entry into his dukedom of romantic frenzy. His parent's dream is here nurtured, gets elevated and shattered. The class is over. On the balcony, Arman is unknown to all. Neither friendship nor gossip ever makes a story to tell. The cell phone comes to life with a soothing ringtone. Arman runs down the stairs to the basement, takes a turn and slips into the silence of a big Hall. Panting, he receives the phone. Thump, thump goes the heart; breath quickens; throat shrivels; a paleness spreads all over his face. For the last time he wants to touch the profile picture. But he was blocked. Bip sound comes. No more charge. The cell phone is switched off. 


Submitted: May 01, 2020

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