Karma!!!

“Why are you leaving me?” She questioned with authority and pain in her voice.

“I am not leaving you, I was never with you,” I replied holding her hands to make her calm.

“But, don’t you love me?” She asked with innocence but also as if she was impaled.

“Why would I love you?” I was shocked, “and there’s no reason to love you or be with you.”

She was stoic but started, “We were through thick and thin, I was the one who helped you stand, I was the one who took care of you when you were going down,” she sobbed, “and now you’re leaving me.”

She was wrong.

“How could you leave me, how could you not love me after all this?” She was still crying and it was inflicting pain on me.

I was not able to make her understand and neither I was able to understand what she was going through. One thing was very much clear that she loved me and I didn’t; she liked me and I liked her too. But what can I do?

She let me go, and I was happy. I came and started working, leaving her, without even asking her how was she, being afraid if she would again start the same nuisance, but at the same time I thought, ‘was it really a nuisance?’; I stopped giving my mind to it and moved on.

After five months:

‘Hola! Up for the dinner?’, a message from my bae.

‘Oh yeah!’, I replied and we were on for the date.

We went for dinners, parties, clubbing, climbing, trekking, and you name it, it would be on the list. She was going through a bad phase when I entered into her life, I helped her stand and made sure she would never fall again. We stayed like best of the best and on one fine day we were in relationship. It was all her smile that mattered to me, her freedom that she lost long ago, and I made her regain all of that. Everything was going perfect until ‘that day’:

“Arit! I need to talk to you. Could we meet over the dinner?” Her voice was stern, and it made me a bit afraid, because she was not like we-need-to-talk types girl, rather I was the one.

“Oh Yeah, sure, Beverly hills would do?” I asked hiding my fears.

“Hmm.” Disconnected.

“Why are you leaving me?” I raised my trembling voice.

“I am not leaving you, actually I feel like I was never with you,” She joined her palms to cover mine to calm me on the table.

“But don’t you love me?” I asked with innocence and I felt like I have heard these lines well before, but was not able to recollect where.

‘Was I wrong in asking this question?’ I pondered for a while.

“How could you leave me, how could you not love me after all this?” The first drop came out of my eyes.

“There’s no reason to leave you and I can’t explain you,” She resiled her hands, and her life.

I was stoic and impaled by her decision, but started, “We were through thick and thins, I was the one who helped you stand, I was the one who took care of you when you were going down,” I sobbed, “and now you’re leaving me.”

She was not able to make me understand and neither I was able to understand what I was going through. One thing was very much clear that I loved her and she didn’t; she liked me and I liked her too. But what could she do?

I felt like it was something that was happening once again to me, but I was at the receiving end.

I realized what was it: Karma.

When I had no reason to love my friend, or to stay with friend, the way she wanted us to be; Karma showed me that there is no reason to leave me or not love me, or to stay with me the way I wanted my girl to be with me.

The biggest gift that my friend gifted me was the ‘freedom’, and the same gift I gifted to my girl which she lost somewhere, and I didn’t want me to be the reason for the same. My friend let me free from herself and I let my girl free from myself.

If you love someone, let them be free of you, if they come back, they were yours, if not, they were never yours.

We mistake love or take love for granted for our beneficence over others. I learned it now: never ever make anyone be with you because of your beneficent act over them or vice versa.

And Karma is a bitch.