Dramatic Monologue

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I have been sitting there since an hour but she hasn't uttered a word. She seems to be lost in her own world, choosing to ignore me completely and there I was, sitting like an idiot striving for her one glimpse. I agree, it was all my fault I haven't seen her for two days neither called nor texted. But here am I now, after all, then what does this all drama sums to? A wise (obviously man!) once said that in a relationship one person is always right and other is male. The last time she made such a drama when her best friend didn't asked her out for a party. But messed up hair, eyes staring at void, expressionless gestures, frail lips indicate something serious. Maybe she is trying to surprise me or had a fight with her friends or above all she's …show more content…

She chose the table to share the tiny droplets of pain oozing from eyes. A part of me wants to rush and hug her while the other, egoistic one, reminds me to be rational. These are the times when I hate my brains, besides exams. Now she stands, wipes her face, ties her hair and wears the lipstick, I had given at her birthday. Her clinking earrings seem to be solacing her. The magenta kurti and crimson leggings seemed to be born for her flawless skin. The only thing she missed wearing was her award-winning smile which always makes me fall for her. Picking her bag she makes her way to college without asking me to join her. How rude! courtesy is the word only meant for guys in relationship. Anyways, she knows that I am going to follow her. At square, she pauses, turns to smile at me and tiptoes forward.The square was the most romantic place during our daily stroll. Our hearts seemed to intertwine along-with fingers as we cross the road. Time is changing, footpaths are cupid these …show more content…

Something is troubling her deep inside. "Abhi, this is not your problem, but ours." she had consoled me when I had lost my mother. It was my turn to return the favor so I decided to skip the classes and wait for her in cafeteria. For countless ticks I kept wandering in the aisles of memory, picking up the beautiful ones, dusting them then I saw her coming. She stole a glimpse of the table I was sitting on and to my surprise, moved to the table besides mine. Dosa-sambhar came her order. A faint smile spread over my lips as I knew the order was for both of us. As I stood up apprehending her call she dashed outside without touching the plate. Maybe, she wanted me to eat that alone, my stupid heart suggested, but how could I, she was my appetizer. There's something terrible she's hiding from me. She is taking long strides to the way outside the city. Its noon and sun is at its rage. Apart from few laborers going to the city, the road is quiet. I shouted her name twice but she didn't seem to notice. On the contrary, she increased her pace. She plucked a rose from the bushes aside. I could smell something fishy! Is she betraying me? and there she stopped in-front of an open ground headed by a board

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