Love HurTs

"Rajat waited for your phone call" this is what Moumita heard Nihal saying before hunging up the phone.Delhi was literally in flash flood victimised state and occasional rescue operation was going on here and there.Every house had their window closed to stop the rain to disturb the peace of nuclear proned sophisticated middle class life but Moumita left her window unlatched .
Heavy winds was creating turmoil in the the small garden on the 3rd floor Apartment where Moumita lived but this didn't created any sensation within her.
Standing with tear loaded eyes Moumita thoughts quickly went into flashback of her moments with Rajat.Rajat and Moumita were in same class ,same department,same projects and many more things with "same" applied . But the strange things about Rajat was that he hardly tried to carry on conversation with Moumita.On the other she had Jeet as her boyfriend so no efforts was shown from her side to know about this mediocre guy Rajat.Who cares,was her precious attitude.

Things had to change ,every one got jobs at the end of graduation few of them were left Moumita was among that lot.Jeet left her ,ego rules man and soft target of his ego was Moumita.It is just well said "It is better to lose than to love a loser"---------may be this was Jeet 's motto.
Moumita was not remembered among her so called keen friends.She was staying at home for 2 months with no job and lot of aggressive plans to venture but above all no one to let her frustations out.She was ALONE with her silence.
Perhaps fate made it.After 3 months of house arrest with no friends suddenly her mobile rang:
"Hi :" Unknown caller
Moumita: "Who 's this"
" Hey I m hmmmmmmmmmmm Rajat,Remember we were in same batch"-----Rajat(Identity defined)
Moumita: "Yeah I remember you are the guy who forgot the whole speech when MP came to visit Right"
Rajat:" Thats so kind of you to remember-----------I never expected this though"
Moumita:" Oh know I was just kidding ,You are the most reserved batch mate in the whole batch so we use to pull your leg"
This things and many more free spirited conversations came on with this single phn call.
Slowly Rajat called Moumita every day and twisted her forlorn and damaged heart with urge to rise up and face the world.Be it in her dark moments or good moments he had his invisible touch on her shoulder.

Moumita felt this was an due friendship which did not flourished in public eyes but through Airtel wired eyes.Perhaps their friendship was safer amidst this stone and hectic world.
In winter after 6 months of hardship Moumita got placed in an MNC and as a schedule she had to move out of India.Rajat was working in a Govt Enterprise.
Moumita remembered how after getting the job she used to ignore Towards Rajat as she felt she was by far superior to be in terms with a common lower middle class friend.Rajat tried ringing her and after several missed calls she picked up the phone only to say "DON'T DISTURB I M BUSY IN PREPARATIONS TO GO ABROAD". The coversations which used to run hours all without fullstop ,now needed a closure from Moumita's side.

On the last day standing near the airport She felt that she should call Rajat.Rajat picked up much to her amusement as she thought becoz of her repetative roughness Rajat wouldn't pick up. But Rajat had strange personality how can he defy his love for her ,he had more love less ego towards her.
" Hi Rajat,today I m going Boston" ---------Moumita
"Yeah,I will miss you and .........."---------Rajat
"And what........speak up do you have anything more to say"------------M
"Remember me....................please give me your no at states,don't hesitate to call up when you r in stress"---------------------R
For a moment Moumita felt bad for what she has done to such relationship.She wanted to say sorry and something stopped her.
"Goodbye Rajat"------------------Those last words hurted Rajat.She should have told something more easier.

9 months later scenario changed Moumita had returned to India and had taken small apartment in Delhi.Recession had hit her company hard and her salary was meagered adding to this job threat was there. Moumita felt stressed of this uncertain wired life 10am to 9 pm office shifts and men who only wanted her minus her feelings.She felt the need to burst out her anger into a buffer .At once she thought of Rajat.But he must have changed Moumita thoughts bewildered for a little but somewhere inside her heart she knew :Rajat had a heart booked for her only and only she can kick in and out of that secluded place.Much like an Toy for this rusty girl.She tried Rajat number which she had memorized in her brain (may be this is sign for love or just mathematics ).Mobile was out of service.
She got furious that Rajat didn't gave her his new number .Then she went for Nihal ,Rajat's brother who she knew via Rajat only.Called him.
Mou: "Hi Nihal"
Nihal: "hello who's this "
M:"this is moumita,remember me your brothers friend"
N:"how can i forgot u ,tell me what you want"
M:"can i talk to Rajat"
N:"he is no more Moumita,no more------------"
A pause was generated which made Moumita sit numb
N: "He had Leukaemia ,last week was his last chemo after that all ended"
Moumita had no clue .
"Perhaps He expected your call everyday since you went abroad . He tried to call you Moumita taking your number from your friends in Orkut.But you did not responded .Though he died recently but it was 9 months ago that his heart had stopped beating .He expected you to call "
This words automatically made things simpler.
Moumita ditched Rajat and Rajat ditched Life.

Moumita lost a friend but Rajat lost both Life and love.