The Bridge

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She didn’t mention. Yet he knew. Already.

The phone call wasn’t out of the blue. It was the daily routine late night call which refreshed her voice in his head. Some days they had lots of “important stuff” to tell each other while on other days, they had nothing to talk about. Yet the phone call was mandatory and every day he waited for the Cinderella hour impatiently.

Their story was pretty ordinary. They had met at the college canteen and got acquainted. But it was during a picnic that their love bloomed. He loved the bridge. It was small bridge over a man-made water body. It was there where they had first spent some time together. He always thought the bridge connected their souls. The bridge was the symbol of their love; it bridged two individuals into one soul.

But for the past two months, things were not as they used to be. He couldn’t put a finger on the exact change but he could feel it. His chubby-chirpy-cute cherub is as chubby and cute as she was yet the cheeriness has evaporated to unmask a cold crispiness. Though it scared him yet he was helpless. He wasn’t good at talking his heart out, or that is what he felt. So his calls became  more frequent and he started showering her with more gifts than ever.

 

There’s a limit. Though folks thought of her as a sensible sensitive sweet simpleton yet she had been harbouring a deep seated desire to become famous and rich. She did nothing half-heartedly, and worked towards fulfilling her dream. She didn’t believe in talking big and always let her actions speak louder. She has never been crazy romantic type but was not anti-romance either. So when love came calling, she let herself in the web of love. Her only fault was, she always let her heart do what it wanted but only after hearing out her brain.

Soon the romance began to take a toll on her. Instead of feeling the spring in her steps, she began to feel suffocated. She wanted to fly high and reach out to the sun. But he was bent on clipping her wings. He reminded her, the sun would burn her. Soon she began missing her old self; her smiles did not reach her eyes any more.

She had to make a decision. It was not easy to throw away a generous loving guy who was proud to present her to the world, one who called her his better half publicly. But he was clingy, emotionally needy and craved for her attention. All the time. Her presence, her voice made his ecstatic. Despite it all, he too deserved to be happy. How could one expect her to make him happy if she wasn’t happy herself?

 

They met at the bridge. One look at his face and she knew that he knew. It did not make anything easy for her. She owed him an explanation and she would give him one. Hence, the bridge.|
She said, “you are a very nice individual and so am i. Yes I am a good girl, believe it or not” and she paused trying to make the situation lighter, “but sometimes two nice individuals cannot form a nice symbiotic relationship. Remember how you equated this wooden bridge with our love? Yes it indeed is the symbol of our love. We are so different that we cannot be bridged together and if tried, it won’t be a strong one just as this bridge is not. Perhaps a pretty one but one whose foundation would shake too often. So why not part ways and lead happier lives?”
He sighed and said, “if you want to go, I won’t stop you but let me tell you you will never find anyone else like me”.

She kept mum. Her heart knew he was hurt and it let him feel he had the last words but it is her brain who had had retorted, “note to self: that is exactly the point, duh”.

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13 comments

  1. drpranab007 · January 12, 2016

    This story will remain close to my heart always. It is something I can relate and so heartily penned down. Awesome Bidz.. I respect the budding writer in you.

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  2. Ranjini Datta · January 12, 2016

    Love it.. Especially since the bridge provided the foundation of the imagery.

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    • bidz · January 12, 2016

      thank you soooooooooo much….for being my inspiration

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  3. theimpeccableone · January 12, 2016

    The last thing, that concluding answer is the final blow. I liked it. I enjoyed it. And thanks for making this an unusually witty break-up story. I love them that way. You know, less gloomy and all? You know right?

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    • bidz · January 12, 2016

      yeah….i am the kind who is insanely positive 😉

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  4. Kakoli · January 12, 2016

    Loved it…extremely apt and touched the soul..specially the ending was so real ..keep it up …

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  5. Priyadarshini Bhattacharjee · January 12, 2016

    Hey,
    First, congratulations for the poised writing. You out do yourself and you should. Secondly,
    I liked how it started, the swift effortless flow and more importantly the end which is the sprout of a debate.
    Next, my expectations are increasing and though I like your fresh and light flow, I would encourage you to explore other genres as well.
    Lastly, a bear hug for the candy author!

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  6. Raviteja · January 13, 2016

    Bidisa, such a good piece. I did enjoy it. I think you wrote the piece in sittings but managed to maintain the continuity well. I kinda wish it continued for a lil’ more. The girl broke my heart. She was so mean in her head :p

    Every relationship in one way or other is a compromise. Perhaps, that is the reason they call it FALLING in love. In order to fall, you gotta abandon yourself in few little things, I think. Two individuals who are more willing to take love than share/ give won’t have successful relationship anyway. That’s my part of the lecture, since you tempted me 😉

    Otherwise, you keep rocking gal!

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  7. Raviteja · January 13, 2016

    Bidisa, such a good piece. I did enjoy it. I think you wrote the piece in sittings but managed to maintain the continuity well. I kinda wish it continued for a lil’ more. The girl broke my heart. She was so mean in her head :p
    Every relationship in one way or other is a compromise. Perhaps, that is the reason they call it FALLING in love. In order to fall, you gotta abandon yourself in few little things, I think. Two individuals who are more willing to take love than share/ give won’t have successful relationship anyway. That’s my part of the lecture, since you tempted me 😉 Otherwise, you keep rocking gal!

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    • bidz · January 13, 2016

      thank you sir
      even another friend complained about the girl’s last retort 😀

      and i wrote that within 1 hour. My ma’m sent it to me on 1st Jan from Kashmir and this photo stirred something in me. I was in between in MBBS 3rd Prof Part 1, so ignored it. exams ended on 11th and 12th i sat down trying to decode the metaphor.
      and thank you once again for writing the comment

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  8. sereneenigma · January 13, 2016

    Hey.. I guess this is your first fiction writing that I read and I loved it..yeah, there are some silly grammar issues but nthng too much. As for the plot, luvvvvvvd it, especially the end part. The writing style is so fresh and true, feels like it’s not entirely fiction but there’s a hidden story smwhr beneath.. Anyways, really looking forward to reading more from u.. 🙂 🙂

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