“Come -on ! choose ! Big or small?” Her fingers wagged under my nose second time in as many hours that day.
” Honestly, Mufs ! Can’t you stop now that we are in our IXth?”
“I would always need you to decide Rams,” she said simply.
Succumbing to her pressure as I always do, I touched one of her fingers with my eyes closed leaving her happy.. well, for an hour more. In December she stopped asking. A much older man took over her senses and I quite foolishly tried to make her see one -to my own peril.
I entered the classroom that was ours till circumstances made me change the school. The hurt was still palpable. The air thick with what was till it wasn’t ..raw.. deep and strong some thirty years thence.
She walked in and spoke as if we were taking off from where we left off, ” I come here every alumni meet hoping you would be here. Did my action hurt you so much that you left me?”
“The mutilated chicken accompanied with a threatening note on our doorstep did!”
“I am sorry,” she said in a soft voice. “I was too much in love that I didn’t see his dark side. I wish I had asked you to choose as I usually do and not share with him that you disapproved.”
A pause, “Is he here?”
“He is dead” she said baldly the relief tangible. “In an accident.”
“I am so….,” I began automatically until I saw her warning eyes.
We looked around the all-too familiar room. Everything was the way it was including the old furniture and in unison we stopped by only to trace the underside of the terribly scarred desk- Rams+ Mufs= BFF( to infinity)
We smiled our maturity giving us hope.
This blog post is part of the blog challenge ‘Blogaberry Dazzle’
hosted by Cindy D’Silva and Noor Anand Chawla
in collaboration with Dr. Preeti Chauhan.
23 comments
Short and tangible story. Scars do have a story to tell. I had a similar real story and I could relate to your story completely.
That’s what friends are for, isn’t it? To call us out when we’re wrong. Wish Muffs would’ve realized that. Then they wouldn’t have missed out on so many precious years of their friendship
Hope is what keeps the world going. In heartbreaks and discouragements, hope keeps us alive. Nice story.
A nice story. An unrequited love ending in a mature friendship. Love is blind, they say, and a blind person cannot see. Thatvis when friends come in to stand by at the time of bad decision is made knowing someday it may fall apart.
I love how you weave so much with so less. A very interesting story…thank God…I loved the ending!! :)
Hope is that friend who keeps telling us to be strong when we are in the urge to give up be it any phase or any person or situation in life.
Love does make us blind. I could feel the BFF’s sense of loss and gain, nicely presented.
Aww , friends forever through thick or thin.I am glad that the two friend could finally patch it up even if late.
Bffs are the best! And scars or no scars, they remain BFFs. Great narration!
I loved reading this story. The nostalgic friendship between Mufs and Rams feels so genuine, capturing the essence of childhood bonds and the pressures we often face from those we care about most.
Love reading this.story. Knowing the truth and not just following what others say is so important, especially in friendships. The connection between Rams and Mufs after all those years shows just how powerful true bonds are. Thank you for sharing this; it’s a beautiful reminder of how our past shapes us.
Though my heart longs for reading more Rams and Mufs, I feel the story is so complete that you can’t evena add anouther “.” to it.
It’s short yet says such a profound story. Loved the crisp writing and how the plot shifts. Thank you for this.
Lovely story. Friends that you know will always be there for you even when you take a wrong decision.
I love such authors who write Impactful stories in limited words and you are definitely one among them Ratna ji. True friends are the pillars of our success and they are the one who knows all about you and still loves ❤ you. Brilliant writing by nano story queen Ratna ji
What a poignant and beautifully crafted micro story!
You captured the complexities of friendship, love, and the scars we carry from the past.
The way you’ve woven nostalgia with the raw emotions of regret and reconciliation is truly impactful. The imagery of the scarred desk serves as a powerful symbol of their shared history and enduring bond. I love how the characters navigate their emotions and memories, ultimately finding hope in their connection.
What a poignant story! The way you explore the complexities of friendship and love over time is truly touching. I love how the scars represent both past pain and the bond that endures. Thank you for sharing this heartfelt narrative!
Ohh… what an expertly written micro story! Kudos!!! But really we need to listen to our friends and not our hormones.
Nice story and an apt title. BFFs are precious who know when to give space and when to be there when needed.
What an interesting story to teach us an incredible lesson that is priceless. I love how you chose the words to deliver them the right way
I really need to take a workshop from you for writing 🙂
Certainly didn’t expect those twist and turn of this story. Love how you made it entertaining but at the same time in a matured way. Great way to share a story!
A micro story indeed. A lot conveyed with few words.