PART 5 : ~MAD IN LOVE~

              “Tringggggggggg……………..” The alarm clock went off and didn’t shut its bloody mouth until I slapped it on its head in utter frustration . Girlfriends and alarm bells have this awkward ability to detonate the moment your dream is at its dream and you are ready to explode. An hour long flight of fantasy had tired me up. Apsari had painted my dream pink and my under pant white.

             It was seven in the morning. I got ready and walked to my English tuitions much to witness a wonder by best Supom; he was sitting alone and quite by the park before the tuition class.

             “Hi!” I said he was absorbed in some thoughts.”Why are you sitting alone?” “Where are others?” Questions were fired in succession, but he didn’t care to reply. I doubt if he had even noticed me.

             “Everyone has left for class “, he said after a pause of two-three minutes.

             “Then what are doing here?” I asked .

             He was silent.

             “Are you alright? Did you have a spat with Suparna?” I asked repeatedly.

             He nodded.

             I should have figure out the root of the cause, after all only girls can depress men so much. A study says 90% of the problems that an average male faces in his entire life are female oriented. But even with these soaring figures one can’t live without them. Ask me, they are simply irresistible.

             “Sunny! Please sit beside me. I’m feeling very lonely. I got thing to talk to you “, he said.

             To be really frank, these attitudes of him of a questioned my mind if he was gay.

             Sunny, keep yourself away from Supom, he might be GAY and might someday …, my inner voice always warned me.

             But, you often don’t listen to your conscience when it comes to love and friends.

             “Yes, what happened?” I asked, to crack open the silence of the morning.

             “Her mom is a paid prostitute “, he mumbled.

              “Whaaaat??” I nearly screamed him to death.

             Suparna belonged to a middle class family. I didn’t see her often but yes she shared similar looks to Kangana Ranaut. Just a little bit healthier. She was party animal. On top of that she was intelligent enough to outdo her classmates not in studies but in kissing her boyfriend. The way she kissed Supom it seemed as if the world was to end the very moment the kiss ended. But to me she was decent enough to have the word ‘Prostitute’ related to her.

             “Yesterday, a relative of her told, me all about her mom”, he said, literally trying not to breakdown into tears.

             “So?? What to do now?” I said, with an utter blank expression on my face.

              “I’m gonna runaway with her to some other place, else maybe she could have been also lured to her mom’s filthy business”, he said, in a rigid voice.

             I paused a bit, maybe the smoke from the cigarette that he inhaled had already messed up the nerves of his foolish brain and churned up the little intelligence that he had.

             “But how? “ I asked in disbelief, “Do you know how much money you need? You don’t even have a job”, I was firing questions at him. I knew he was Einstein when it came to earning money for useless works. Maybe God had gifted him the power that he could even collect money from thin air. But this was different, this was serious stuff, he could even be put to legal notice for this action.

             “I’m going to sell Brown sugar”, he toughly answered.

             I always knew he was a dumb head but even in dreams I could have never imagined that my best friend could have such a lame idea that had every possibility him ending up in jail.

             But as I told before you often don’t listen to your conscience when it comes to love and friends. He was mad in love and I was blind in friendship. I lend him Three thousand rupees to start his crooked business.