Short Story #4: Ki and Ka - just friends!

12.24 am Her mobile beeped.

She grabbed her mobile before getting on to her bed. She has had a long beautiful day. Yawning almost aloud, she read the messages.

It was a message from her new friend at work.

She scrolled to the older messages and she smiled reading (for the tenth time today) ‘You are one of the nicest people I know. I want extraordinarily great things to happen to you’.

‘Very sweet guy’, she thought. Since day one.

They exchanged a few messages for the next ten minutes -randomly, about work, life and philosophy. It brought them to one common favorite point. Poems.

He loved to read poems.

She loved to write poems.

12.34am ‘You didn’t read the poems in my old blog, did you?’, she asked.

‘Uh, no. I would love to read them. Send me the link of the blog, I’ll save your poems’, he said.

‘That’s very kind of you’, she replied.

‘Hey …want me to write a poem about you? J’, she asked, excitedly.

Two minutes and then her mobile beeped.

12.37am  ‘About me? Very funny!’, said he.

She put the lights off and got into the comfortable warmth of her duvet.

12.42am ‘Say yes or no. Should I write about you?’, she asked.

 ‘Ha ha..why would I mind?! But you don’t know me yet’, he replied.

True. It has been less than 3 months since they have known each other. They met once in a week at work, a few messages every now and then. She knew nothing about him. But she thought he was a nice guy and she believed it. A friend she trusted blindly.

12.49am

From what seems like miles away,

Daggers follow stares,

From the eyes where smiles live,

The eyes that helps new dreams be born,

Tall and manly,

The beard just ancillary,

To the handsome lad,

Who is a man of few words,

Few but precious each of them.

He absorbs silence,

He freezes time,

He melts hearts with what he says,

For he wishes well, I am sure.

He thinks I don’t know him yet,

I don’t care I know what I know,

He is a great friend, I am sure, 

What else do I need to know?

We all are what we show people we are,

Some are what they don’t show,

If that maketh the man, why not.

Here I am,

Watching the moon go yellow,

Writing to him.

P.S. I’m NOT hitting on you.

P.S again: This is what I could write in 3 minutes, you boy.

12.51am WHAAAAATTTTT?!! OH MY GODDD!! Freak!!, he replied, ‘Don’t make me cry’.

‘Hahahahahah… Chill, buddy’, she assured.

‘It is just that I am happy..’, he said.

She giggled at how innocently sweet he was.

Another message from him: ’No, wait.. “happy” is an understatement. Whatever you wrote about me, it might be true, though I wouldn’t care if it wasn’t.., but it was beautiful’

‘Hahahah.. so humble? J ..  It is true that I know so little about you, I don’t remember asking any questions to know about you… though I have told you so many stories about my life!’, she said.

‘But it is never too late to start knowing about you’, she said, almost immediately.

1.19am.:'Thanks a ton! I don’t know what to say!’, he said

1.20am: Stop thanking me, will meet you tomorrow J Good night, friend.

1.21 am: Good night J

And that is how one of the strongest friendships began.