Thanks Friend!

He was in a very bad mood. Things were not going as he premeditated and the final blow, which he received today at work, appeared to shatter him completely! There was a surge of convivial in the air as everybody got what they craved for. Everybody, except him!! The upshot of this episode held the key for his future and now that the outcome was untoward, the future looked gloomy, if not dark. He was getting frustrated as a lot of people around came and expressed their deepest regret regarding the misfortune that occurred. Those pity looks, those affected condolences, those forced sympathies…it was all making him furious. With a scorn, he congratulated everybody on their accomplishments.

He dragged himself heavily towards the outer gate. His frustration made him spitfire. He was no longer returning the greetings and hollow sympathy of the friends. He yelled at Abbey for not coming on time (actually he was red over seeing him rejoicing his triumph). He slowly approached the small water fountain and sat alongside it. All time long, he asked God – “Why me?” he knew he was not taking it sportingly rather being unreasonable with his allies but he couldn’t help it.

Sitting next to the gargoyle, he looked at the gushing stream of water flowing from the gargoyle’s mouth aimlessly. At that moment, she came and sat next to him. He looked at her once and then continued gazing at the fountain. He didn’t want anybody around him at that moment. He wanted to be all alone! Sitting on the fountain stairs with the legs stretched out and hands folded, she was sitting just inches apart. With so much of a tumult going in his mind, the outside was complete silence. She didn’t utter a word. No expression of sympathies, no pity looks and no feeling sorry…all she did was remaining quiet. Often he looked at her and she responded plain-facedly He held his head down; the problem of work was empowering his emotions. A small droplet of tear rolled down his cheeks. He turned his face trying to avoid her seeing this. But as he held up, she gently put forward her handkerchief to him. He felt a little embarrassing but nonetheless accepted it. He muttered a very low voiced “thanks” to her. She, on the other hand, still kept silent and responded with a blissful smile. This was followed by another round of quietude.

He began to realize how important and good friend she is! Sometimes the speechlessness of the ambience indeed tells us so much about its underlying elements. This mute conversation conveyed so much to him. He felt that someone really feels and care about him and his fateful condition. Sometimes the absence of words signifies the depth of feelings which the rhetorics cannot! He felt so obliged by getting a wonderful solace from a great friend. He looked up to her deep, black eyes and felt instantly how much she cared for him. At that moment, she took his hands and held it in her’s. He felt a flow of warmth and gratitude running inside him. She appeared so pious and divine!! After almost one and a half hours of wordless conversation, he finally stood up and held out his hand for her. Both of them climbed the fountain stairs together. He couldn’t believe how light and relived he felt. All that pressure of work and failure seemed lost and the even the last light of the dusk filled him with hope and strength. He turned to her and said “Thanks friend!”