The Experimental Blogger

They were to meet today. She was in the city for three days. Too many people to meet. She zeroed in on two. Guys she met on a social networking site. The one she was to meet later was not a stranger though. But this one was. She had never taken online friendship seriously. But still when the trip was planned, he came to her mind and she wanted to meet him in person. He came from a big city, was into a glamorous job (which according to him wasn’t really!) and someone who was completely different from her in terms of culture, family background and intellect. Yes, she thought highly of him. His vocabulary, the way he wrote and the way he talked about films, was overwhelming. She always wanted someone like him during her teens. Someone who could talk to her about things she had only heard of. Someone who could fill her with knowledge and make her feel good about it. When they met, she was a bit apprehensive. What if he thinks she was a dumb girl? What if he didn’t find her beautif...

To say Yes, it requires courage. But he didn’t lack courage at all. He had always been brave and strong. And a coward and weak. He stood for all that was right. And wrong. But this wasn’t about right or wrong. It was about doing what he ought to do. What he must do. And he did. He left her. The stars were fading away and the lights were out. They sat on the beach, with nothing between them. No words, no thoughts, no memories, no intimacy. Far away, somebody died. I think it was me.