The Silence

My name is Acron and I am English. Well, if I want to continue my history, it will be boring.

So let’s cut to the chase, shall I?

I was sent to India to do my engineer in Computer science as my parents couldn’t to send me to the best university in Manchester. I was darned to go to India as I was sceptical about the culture and language that I had heard before. I was already pursuing my second year to which, making a good rapport with few friends in the university favoured me.

Mostly these friends spoke English. The respect of being an international student was thrown out of the window as the University considered all students with equal generosity. Even though it was with great sarcasm, their English dialect always made me laugh sky high to which at a point I would encourage myself to learn their national language for better communication with the folks. Speaking their language I felt like conquering their language. Perhaps it was good though as I could socialize with lot more folks in and around the university and be friends with them as well.

“Hey, what’s the plan for the night?” I asked my really good friend Nancy.

“We shall plan something but before that, I really want to introduce a girl to our friendship group. I think she is sweet and she loves to socialize with good people”, she replied.
	

She winked at me and left back to her dorm.

Nancy; she is one true friend, who was submerged in the naughtiness of a child and was passionate about herself. Not a living soul could avoid her as her true heart always showed to nature and the people. She is jovial, kind and perfect to be a life-long couple in less time. A perfect friend who understood what Down syndrome was, keeping secrets and the quality of choosing friends.

Well, I was left alone in the midst trying to figure out as to whom should I go out with. Even though asked around, most of them backed out flaring to their own terms of privacy. Then it struck!

I should ask my best friend Kabir.

Kabir was a nerd. But being with him was really cool and that was because if he hears the words “party at a club”; all his intellectual captivating brains would just vanish and he would turn himself into a party mode.

“Kabir! Bro! Are you up for the party at the club?” I casually asked. 
 “Who is paying?” he replied.

“Well, I don’t have much, but we can probably share”, I commented.

His smile was magical. It felt like he broke the magical enigma of entertainment per se. That night was tremendous. We had a good time at the club and left home happily ever after.

Next day, during school, there were rumours of a guy named Sandeep spreading like wildfire. It seems he liked a girl within our group.

Sandeep is an idiot, to be honest. If one was playing a character in a theatre about the kings; this was how I would announce about him.

“Behold Kings and Queens of Chandel, I now announce you the Idiot-ism of Honesty! Sandeep!”

He is a guy, yes, he is. But if you see his face, anyone would literally go and say;

“Oh! My love, you are so cute and chubby faces like a Panda”

Wait! Has anyone looked into his vicious eyes? Or even thought about it?

Being honest is one thing and being an idiot is another. But this character is viciously idiot and that’s Sandeep.

I was pretty inquisitive to know as to whom he was into. Meeting Nancy late after class, she came along with a girl.

“Holy Cow! I had to rub my eyes, slap myself to see if I was really seeing a girl or an angel”, I spoke to myself in my head.

A dazzling beauty and like a posthumous being she walked right in front and stood there. My eyes were sore and imaginatively noticing a unicorn standing right there.

Brushing her hair to the right and correcting her glasses, her physic was ten on ten. She was like that angel that bloomed in the sky looking for glorified authenticity of good living human beings on the planet. Her skin was legit just like the smooth tanned skin of the stallion.

Nancy introduced me to Maanvi; a typical Indian name which stands for Kind Hearted.

And yes, the rumours were true. That idiot literally liked Maanvi and I wished it was a tragedy for him. And (loll), it worked. Maanvi read the lines in between his eyes and distinguished him into a friend zone.

Days and months passed, my inner feeling towards just kept increasing and increasing. She had been faithful and I totally wanted to respect that. As the name suggested, she was an apt person to fulfil wasn’t my destiny. Many friends from our inner circle came across telling me how they liked her and so on. Though being in the friendship circle, quite a lot of my friends literally went and proposed her.

I totally get it. It was getting tough for her as well. But, being in a foreign land and not understanding the rules on protecting a girl, I didn’t know if I had to take a step forward in protecting her or ask someone else to look after her.

One day, I was set to ask her for a date. I was determined to do so as my inner feeling wasn’t letting me keep up with my pace.

Walking in college, my closest friend Kabir threw his arms on my shoulder and walked along with me.

“Okay! Now that’s strange. A guy who always locked his hands to his bags suddenly was wrapping around my shoulder”, I thought.

During the class, Kabir notched me up;

				“Bro, do you want to know something?” 
“What is it?” I whispered back to him.
		"I want to share my feelings to Maanvi”, he replied.

My eyebrows totally raised and stared at him;

“What!! You too” I shouted in my head back to him.

Of course, he couldn’t hear my thoughts, but I blasted so loudly in my head that even my ears were numb for a while.

For the next few minutes, I barely heard what he kept saying. All I could see was his lips moving. I was totally quiet the entire day. It felt that my heart had a sore. I couldn’t gather my thoughts together and my feelings really betrayed my heart.

A few weeks later, the entire country was shutting due to a pandemic alert that rose around the world. Our uni was closed temporarily. I lost the capability to study further. My feelings kept reminding me about Maanvi.

All I had to say to her was how much I liked her. As being in love was a next step for life and I didn’t want to share my 100% feelings unless we were naturally and closely attached.

But just wanted to comment on how cute she was and that even though going through several struggles, she was still happy within our friendship circle. My head almost blasted with enigmatic pain. I left far away from here to endure peace and control my feelings to the par of maturity.

“I don’t know when I will see her. But, it is to a fact that I will have to get over! But will I?”