'Michchhami Dukkadam...' his name popped in the title-bar of the screen.
I opened and read it. Strangely in his chatbox, the prior message was the same- Michchhami Dukkadam with folded-hands icon on both the extremes.
Yes, he doesn't wish birthdays!
I just read it and closed my WhatsApp. Maybe an hour later, when I turned-on the mobile data again, I noticed his name popping again.
'So, you haven't forgive me...' he'd sent.
'No brother, it's not like that. But to be forgiven, one should have done some mistake or fault and I don't think you've harmed me anyway...' As if I were a great person, I wrote like this to him and noticed the message getting two tick-marks.
In some seconds, that ticks got the blue color and I saw him typing.
'You might not know, but I'm in fault!' he was innocent writing this, I felt. As we were childhood friends and it had been several years since we met last time.
'What?' I asked.
'Remember the teacher suspended me from the exam in eighth?'
'Yes... you were talking!' I stated as I tried to recall the scene. It was final exam of Science and he'd sat beside me. The teacher found him talking and without any warning he just snatched the paper and threw him out of the class. I could recall him crying and stepping out of the class quietly.
I later came to know that, he got just passing mark in Science and by that he stepped down on the tenth rank.
'But it didn't harm me...' I typed. I don't know why but I felt myself saying- 'it didn't affected me!'- while typing this.
'No... I harmed your image in my mind.'
'My image? In your mind? How?' I asked.
'Remember? When the teacher threw me out, I was not actually talking, I was just asking you to stop copying from chits as the teacher was around. But when he came you hid them quietly and started writing as if irritated by me and he thought I was talking... From then till now, I just believe, you were the one who made me suffer from this... I wished at least you should have said teacher that we were not talking!' he wrote. 'And I just have blamed you for that and that is why I'm seeking for you to forgive me...'
And the whole incident came before my eyes. He was at no fault then. If anyone, it was me who was cheating and yet we were good friend, I could not say the teacher that he was not at any fault... but I couldn't.
And look at him, he was asking me to forgive him for the fault that I made.
And all I could type was...
'michchhami dukkadam' with no capitalisation, no emoticons...
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Here's a piece I wrote today. I want to admit that it's not a true experience, it's what I could write from my experiences and understanding of these words.
Apologies for the thoughts if they go wrong in your kind vision... ����
#HARSH
