Trapped....(Part:3)

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 (...Continued from Part:2)

"Why do they stare at me, Aryan, like, as if... I am some alien to this world??", I asked, as we walked together, along the pebble strewn path amidst the garden. This little park has always been our favourite place to hang out. Apart from the strange glances thrown at me by random people...as if, I was some lunatic, this place provided me with all the solace that I used to crave for. But then, this wasn't the first time. Enough people stare...at the college campus, at malls, at restaurants....whenever I am by his side. Not that it mattered though.....


Aryan looked into my eyes, and I blushed. Like always, the entire Universe seemed to be a magical myriad of colourful fireworks for a moment.

"May be, they don't know the real you..."

"Nobody knows the real me, Aryan, except you. I have been all alone since childhood, sometimes being laughed at...sometimes mocked...sometimes made fun of.....and sometimes, even punished for being who I am. I feel trapped Aryan.....I feel helpless..."

"Sssssshhhhhhhh...."

Aryan put his fingers over my lips. I looked into his eyes that glowed with an intense longing. I closed my eyes, hugging him hard, as if, the fear of losing him overpowered all my instincts. The gulmohar flowers that bloomed in the boughs over our heads blushed redder than the setting sun, as our lips met for the first time.


I don't seem to remember anything after that...I don't remember how his lips felt against mine...was it like satin??...or, perhaps like the most perfect honeydew ever created...or, may be he tasted like.....I...I don't know why I feel that shooting headache whenever I try to remember those moments, that I have always treasured within myself along all my secrets.


I don't know....perhaps.....I might had been in a state of trance, too intoxicated in his love....but all I remember was being shaken by the gardener's voice.

"I don't know what you are up to, but stop hugging that tree so hard, else the branches would break..." 

"Tree???...I'm hugging a tree???...what are you talking about??...Aryan....what is he saying???..."

"I don't know why do they allow these crazy people here... Lunatics of all sorts!!" he muttered beneath his teeth, casting at me one last irritated look before he turned back and left.


"Wait....I am not crazy...you are crazy.." I shouted, as he left, not even caring to turn back or answer.

"Aryan, you heard that???...that man called me crazy....he said that...that...." 

"It's okay dear, it's okay....."

"He called me a lunatic!! You heard that?? Am I a lunatic, Aryan?? Tell me....am I a..."

"No dear...calm down. They don't know you. They don't understand you...you know that, right???"

"I know Aryan. I know. I am trapped. I am trapped within my own body. I am trapped in a big bad world. I am trapped, and I don't know if I can escape......"

(To be continued...)

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