“Will you be impressed if the beggar who sits in the street corner falls in love with you and hounds you for your attention?” Mohan asked him.
Suresh was silent. He did not have any explanations. He knew his brother was right. It was his own blunder and he will have to pay for it.
Last year he took a new connection, a beautiful sms came from a number, and he answered it. Then some one called him up and they realized it was a wrong number. But they became friends.
He worked in a small factory; his friend was a young girl that much he could assess from her voice and way of communication. So he started to boast about his financial conditions to impress her. Soon their friendship turned into attraction. She started to nag him to meet.
They met last month; she came down from a luxury car to meet him. She was a gorgeous young girl in her early twenties. But she realized his façade within a few minutes. She was not unkind to him but he felt that her love has vanished then and there. She took leave after a while and went away.
Her smses became almost nil since and she stopped picking up his phone calls.
He poured out his frustrations to his brother. But he too took the side of the girl. He was ruthless but he was right.
Slowly the sense started to seep in his brain. Mohan was true. If he had told Nila in the very beginning that he was poor she might not have advanced the friendship. Or if she did, she might have stuck to simple friendship.
There relationship has no future at all. He can’t become a parasite on her father’s money. He can’t expect her to live in the slum with him.
Not only poverty, he was barely educated whereas she was a student of one of the best colleges of Kolkata. She is kind that is why she has forgiven him or else she had full rights to insult him.
He picked up the phone and sent her a sms apologizing for his stupidity.
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