Though it had been a mundane weekend by the evening. Surprisingly, got a phone call from an old school friend.
"Hey, Anant, what's up? Long time no see. Are you dead or alive?"
{An awkward silence shattered for the next few moments}.
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Although it was a familiar voice, I wasn't able to recognize it.
"I am sorry, may I please know, who is speaking?" I said.
"SHREYA", she replied.
'Shreya', the cutest and the most generous girl of our Class. She used to be a very good friend of mine.
As I was about to express my deep happiness, she started speaking in a flat tone.
" Had come to Ujjain for a Family get-together, though, it would be nice to meet you and spend some quality time together. But, I don't think you are much interested. Okay bye, see you next time".
I whispered you haven't changed a bit. You are the same short-tempered girl as you used to be in the School days. [ By God's grace, she didn't hear ]
{After 20 minutes of continuously flattering her, she was in a good mood now}
It was already 22:00.
As she had her train to Delhi at 23:40, irrespective of wasting much time we quickly decided that I will pick her up from her home and drop her at the station. We hardly had an hour to be together but at least this was far better than to wait for the next few years or more.
I assured her that I would reach her place on time.
"See you. Come fast. I have something special for you" She said and ended the call.
I was smiling. Don't know the reason but yeah I was. And this was a genuine smile coming directly from the core of my heart.
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As I was having sufficient time, I opened the laptop and started preparing the incomplete assignment. Yet it wasn't very much important at that moment but as usual, I struggled between 'the priorities'. The time was running as fast as my fingers were moving on the keyboard. At 22:40, I was done up with my assignment and felt immensely satisfied. But I wasn't having an impression of what's going to come.
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{ After arranging the books properly on the shelf and deleting the unnecessary files from the desktop, I was finally READY, TO GET READY }
It was 23:00 already.
I knew that I wasn't late, but deep inside I also knew, it would be much much better if I would have got ready at least 15 minutes earlier.
After wasting at least 10 more minutes in doing the least important works. Finally, I was completely ready now.
And the moment I looked at the watch, I realized that I was late. I was very late. It was 23:15 already.
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In a glimpse of a moment, all those miserably awkward and stressful situations had come straight in front of me and I was once again criticizing myself badly for my incorrigible habit of 'procrastination'.
The way I missed the train many times, the way I entered the examination hall 10-15 minutes late in almost every examination, the way I put myself in an OOPS kind of situation after being reaching late for a meeting, and many more, the list is quite long.
All the repercussions or the consequences which I have faced (be it feeling extremely irritated and missing an important event after missing a train, be it facing the harsh words filled with disgusting sarcasm after being late in a class, or losing the mental balance in the very beginning of the exam and couldn't get on the track till the very end) has always filled me up extreme resentment over myself.
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As I picked up the phone,
It was showing "15 missed calls and 3 texts".
In the fourth quarter of a second, I understood everything. I had no time to think why did I put the phone on silent and abuse myself for it. I hadn't any more time to check the missed calls and text messages. Though a text from the notification bar caught my sight.
"I am leaving for the station, for God's sake don't ever dare to talk to me again".
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Again. I had no time to mourn over, what the real f**k I have done this time.
I reached downstairs in a few seconds only ( well, there wasn't any use of that now!!)
{ After getting the 'Red light' on two signals and lauding the excellent driving skills of many riders, I reached the station at 23:40 and unfortunately parked the bike in the 'no parking'. As soon as I was about to start running over platform number 4, a bold shout came from behind 'O bhaiya, dikhta nahi hai kya itna bada no parking ka board'? }
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( After a hot-talk and few abusive words )
Reached the platform at 23:50.
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There she goes.
Waving the 'fuck-off' gesture from the translucent glass.
I imagined that she would be saying "Go to hell, you Mr. Procrastinator".
I thought with pain and grief, she was having something special for me.
Though I wasn't in a state to call her.
But still, to get her apologies. I connected the call.
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"The number you are trying to call is busy".
And I better know, 'it wasn't BUSY'.
Nothing left, but a lamentable "WOULD THAT" :'-(
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