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- Story Listed as: True Life For Teens
- Theme: Family & Friends
- Subject: Friends / Friendship
- Published: 07/18/2012
Honey, Horse and Hospital
Born 1995, M, from Lahore, PakistanShort on cash but always rich with feelings! This is the storyline around which my life was revolving since day one. Receiving pocket money of a thousand rupees each month never seemed much since I wanted to impress someone more than feeding my own needs out of it.
She loved chocolate. I guess that was the only reason I was left with no other option other than spending 800 Rs every month just buying Kit Kats for her. Or maybe I liked her four times as much as I liked myself. Anyway it had become a routine for me now and quite delightful indeed because near me, the joy of sharing chocolates was far better than sharing any other thing for this teenager.
Every new month brought a thousand rupees straight into my wallet and to be honest it really seemed all stuffed up quite well on that day. But that seemingly never ending money always dripped down from my wallet just as soon as it landed in there. Thirty days is a lot of time to pass, especially once you have the biggest chocolate lover by your side and you just can’t hold yourself away from the little Kit Kat parties every now and then.
Anyhow the place that made us meet each other for the first time and kept us glued together till now, making an unparallelled bond of friendship between the two of us, was quite surprisingly Horses Riding Club. Both of us loved riding more than any other thing in the world. In fact, for me the only thing that kept me at a distance from other lads of my age was this sole activity in which they never seemed interested and I never even gave a thought about leaving it for them. Continuing this attitude for a long time now, the only thing I received in turn was that I was sidelined from almost all the groups of lads that used to hang out together.
Although some familiar faces did at times visit the Club for a little walk on horseback and rarely some of them even tested their skills on a minor trot, but such lads were mostly greeted by some cuts and bruises by the end of the evening. They rarely talked with me and so I too remained intentionally silent once they came around. These things never really bothered me a lot. All I wanted was a great company and Rachael really did fulfill this desire of mine in the best of manners.
As the winds kept on flickering our sails, the friendship between the two of us got deeper and deeper. It basically started from two teenagers finding their lost finesse in riding skills to getting closer through the love of chocolate. By this time we were so close, I couldn’t even ignore her even if I somehow did try to.
The two of us more or less were in contact the whole day. Starting from our same class at college to coming back home a bit tired, and after getting a bit of rest, both of us found the better of each other at the Saddle Club. After a fun and joyful evening there, we mostly had a short little chocolate party and at night there was no better way than chatting with one another on facebook. That was a fully packed up routine for both of us and we never showed even skin deep regrets over it.
Gifting our favorite chocolates to each other and relishing them after every great run on horseback, and patting each other’s backs for another day without any injury, were enough for crafting priceless moments for the two of us. But even after almost a year of friendship, one thing definitely gave me shrills in my brain once I woke up one morning.
Just a day before that, I came to know Rachael was having her birthday coming by the end of that week. I still don’t know why but quite surprisingly over the span of a whole year she never regarded me of her birthday date ever. I remember once we had a conversation over horoscopes and other factionary stuff but that talk never really came to a close and so her birthday date remained unknown in my mind.
Since it was a birthday, and quite honestly that of a really close fellow, I had to present something as a birthday gift to Rachael. Her birthday was the day after which meant I had only one day to plan something up which should be simple yet highly exotic to meet her modern day fashions. So with this thought in mind I put my thinking cap on that morning and searched for anything fabulous in my range.
Well a range of few hundred rupees was obviously not enough to get me something that would be capable enough to meet my choice of gift for her. I wanted something that she would remember forever and for that my thousand rupees pocket money was surely not enough. I had already spent nearly half of my pocket money of that month and the remaining half only made me shameful every time I even dared of thinking to buy something for a friend like Rachael.
Laying there flat on my bed the first thing that made its way in my mind was a big fat cute little stuffed fluffy teddy bear. Since it was winter, and in fact a really harsh one, so a frost white teddy seemed almost a perfect gift for the frosty birthday of a friend. Apart from that Rachael also told me once that she is absolutely fond of white stuffed bears and no matter with how many she may fill her room, there always seems to be a place for one more.
But no! Since Rachael had too many of such stuffed things already, there was a strong possibility that she might not like my gift and in the end it would only be thrown in a corner of her room with tens like him already. So after realizing all such stuff, the idea of a teddy bear was surely discarded.
Next up, a wild thought came and suggested me a chocolate fudge cake as the person receiving it was a full fledged chocolate lover. At first I thought of making it on my own so that the cake might attain more value once Rachael finds out that it is crafted by me. Although the suggestion wasn’t that mad, but soon this too was turned out because of some crucial reasons.
First of all I had never really baked anything in my life. I knew a bit of cooking going here and there but baking was something totally out of my grasp. There was a strong possibility that this fudge cake would turn out to be a hefty loss of my money and since it would be a complete disaster therefore it would only make its way as food for Rachael’s pets.
Secondly once you take a closer look at it, cakes never really come in the category of birthday gifts. No matter how good my cake might taste or look like, it cannot last for more than two or three days at maximum. As a gift, I wished of something that would last for a really long time which this so called fudge cake never really fulfilled my desires.
Next thing in line was quite surprisingly a shirt of mine. This shirt had a really nice history between the two of us. Although I never really expected this one to be it, but since I wore this quite often at riding club, Rachael once told me that she really liked the written stuff over this shirt of mine. The written stuff was in fact a cute little sentence “Seeing you smile always makes me feel good” and with that there was a cute little smiling bunny drawn alongside it. Since she liked it very much I really thought of gifting this shirt of mine a few times but restrained myself and asked myself to wait for a perfect moment.
Maybe this was the perfect moment and my mind was still struggling over deciding this shirt as the obvious gift for her but somehow and suddenly my wits totally shifted to a whole new thing which near me was perfect in all aspects I had been looking for. It was simple yet highly modern, cute yet so according to the day’s fashion that I finally decided there couldn’t be a better gift that would always remind Rachael of me.
The only problem with that gift was that it was way over my budget. But once I had set my mind straight through it, I wasn’t backing out of it. Although it was tough convincing my mom to give me some extra money, and by extra I mean almost two thousand rupees which I asked her to deduct timely from my next pocket money, in the end it had all turned out to be fine with the gift gently placed in my hands.
The moment was perfect, the time all set, and the stage, well there couldn’t be a better one for us. It was my plan and words couldn’t really show how happy the two of us were at that time. Both of us were on horseback and I had just asked her to line her horse a bit closer to mine so that I could hand over what had kept me so long to decide. Till then it was obvious that it was not much, sort of a bulky gift, but still Rachael didn’t know what magic was she about to receive.
I asked her to give me her hand and leaving both my own hands from the reins, confidently bended my stature over to the right, I quickly opened up the palm of my hand and there was a glorious little pink bracelet with gloss sky blue finish around its corners. The thing making it more beautiful was the little shiny gems embedded all over the boundary giving it a much modern look. For me a great sign of relief came when I gently pushed the open extendable side of the bracelets around her delicate wrist and it ended up as a perfect fit.
I looked up smiling, but surprisingly became rather much more worrying she wasn’t satisfied with her sight as much as I was. She wanted to say something to me but I could easily see the words weren’t coming out. Something definitely wasn’t right and I came to know about it just a split second later.
I turned my head back towards the saddle of my horse and till then it was far too late. I had lost my balance over to my right and dreadfully there was no way back. Both my hands were already in the air and once I tried to swing them back to regain control grabbing the reins, the only thing I ended up doing was making the horse feel scared.
Like all horses do once they get scared, mine did exactly the same. The joy of rhythmic trot over my combed pony turned into an all out gallop for me. To be honest I never really felt the tides turning so soon. I had thought of it as one of the finest moments of my life but in less than ten seconds it had swung to one of the wildest adventures I had never even dreamt of.
By now I was holding on for dear life. I tried to get off the horse but like they say, “Once you are facing a bad situation, by struggling it can only turn worse for you.” I almost got rid of the horse and was all prepared to hit the ground hard on my back but the adventure didn’t seem to end up that soon. The horse kept fast on its pace and I found all my body away from the stallion except for one unfortunate foot. My right foot was still stuck in the stirrup and seriously at that time I came to know what pain actually felt like.
It took nearly ten more seconds of my rough ride till the horse caretakers halted it to a stop but till then the damage had already been done. I couldn’t even move my right foot and once they dragged it out of the stirrup, I was quite sure there was something broken underneath the flesh. With so much pain and nothing except the gruesome hell of a ride on my mind, I saw some people lift me up to the back of an ambulance and I left the place without noticing much of Rachael's presence anywhere near me.
I was raced on a stretcher through the hospital corridor. The pain never seemed to lessen up even a little bit and it was quite obvious when the emergency doctor, after doing a couple of X-ray tests, confirmedd that I had completely fractured seven of my foot joints and would be spending quite some time in the hospital.
Lying over a white bed sheet in a lonely room with large white walls all around me and my eyes set on the white ceiling over my head, I started thinking about how it all happened so quickly. Having control over only one of my legs I turned myself to stare at the clock for a while. Soon afterwards I noticed that it had been less than half an hour once I looked down on my watch at the riding club before giving my present to Rachael.
Soon afterwards, looking here and there, I noticed the bed sheet grasped on tightly in the fists of my hands and I found myself almost crying with pain. Fortunately I didn’t have many tears shed once the door of the room slammed past and a doctor along with my mom and dad rushed inside the room. That was all I remember of that time because just seconds later, the doctor that had came to my aid pierced the skin of my arm with an injection and instantly I fell asleep.
The next morning came up pretty soon and I found myself waking up by a strange saltiness in my mouth. Not realizing it in the first place I swung to the other side and noticed a stream to tears running down my cheeks. Wiping them off I tried to recall what I had been going through the entire time while sleeping. It wasn’t a favorable thing for me to do but I soon recollected all the memories about Rachael that were continuously running through my mind all the time while I was asleep.
I considered myself a fool, ignoring a broken leg and still being able to think about Rachael, who at that time my mind definitely considered something trivial, but sadly it was my heart on which I was running at that time. Anyhow, for a moment I caught hold of my emotions slightly and looked here and there in the scarcely sunlit room. Glancing at a circular framed clock that told me it was just half past six once I had already welcomed the early rising sun.
Apart from that the only other thing my eyes were able to get hold of was a tall metallic frame over which my right leg was carefully placed, cemented with some sort of plaster over which I felt no control at all. After failing a few attempts of dragging my body here and there to find a comfortable posture for an hour or more of sleep, I had no other choice than closing my eyes directly facing a window with bright sunshine all over it.
My next wakeup call came once I found myself really struggling to open my eyes and tell everyone I am awake and alright. I was hearing a couple of anxious voices calling my name out loud and I could easily feel all of them waiting for a response which somehow I didn’t find myself capable of. With my mind swinging and teeth’s rattling, I wanted to say something but the only word I heard myself call once was of not my mom, not my dad, not of any other family member or friend rather against all odds it was the name of Rachael, which to be honest I never pronounced intentionally.
The next moment was really comforting. My long shuttered eyes instantly gave way and I found a really sweet moment ahead of me. The thing that made my eyes open up so quickly was that I felt something strange yet highly familiar touching the palm of my hand.
Anxious to know the cause I shifted my head to the opposite side and found Rachael standing alongside me with one of my hands in hers. I could see my mom and dad standing a few feet back as well but somehow time stood by for a second. My body felt completely numb and I was desperately trying to get rid of such unusual feeling. I kept on looking around and saw Rachael lift my hand over to her lips and gently brush it with her delicate lips keeping the procedure too careful all the way.
All of a sudden, it felt like I retrieved my lost sense of hearing somehow. The voices closed in on me from all sides and I was glad to find myself in the rush of life again. Greeting everyone in the room, I sat up and slid back getting my back support from the bed itself. Waiting for someone to say a word, I kept silent till after a very long time someone finally spoke up something.
It was the same old familiar voice of Rachael. But unfortunately the words didn’t seem much familiar once I noticed her completely out of her regular cheerful context and apologizing to me about something I wasn’t even sure about myself. After a few depressant sentences I finally made out that she was trying to plead herself guilty and take all the responsibility of my accident upon herself.
Seriously it seemed like more of a joke to me so I just smiled over saying “Do you really think it was your fault? Common, don’t make me laugh! You can’t be stupid enough alone to convince me do such a thing on my own. Such an act of remarkable idiocy required more than one dumb brain and whether you agree or not, I feed a far hungrier daredevil living inside my mind. Speaking of an apology, that’s something which makes me feel ashamed! As far as I can remember, that was one of the most unforgettable things my mind had ever come up with and if you think you require an apology for that, I am actually grateful for this act of yours.”
Agreeing that her birthday just couldn’t end up that much thrilling no matter what might have happened, she chuckled, and gave my plastered leg a slight push, hearing my screams turned into laughs all the way as I saw even my parents silently smiling at the back and enjoying our conversation, friendship and emotions for each other.
With all set and done, she silently pulled out a carton of Kit Kats from under the bed and joyfully holding a couple of them up for me apologized for a delay in the birthday treat as her birthday had already ended up a day before.
Glancing over one of the finest moments of my entire life, even with a broken leg which I had never expected to be a part of it, I was truly enjoying a lot in Rachael’s company. Just before we ended up our chocolate bars and as our old ritual of rubbing each other’s cheeks with our chocolaty hands ended, I noticed the same bracelet I gave to her clasped onto Rachael's wrist and it was looking absolutely stunning over her slender frosty hands.
Instantly she also saw my eyes set over her hands and by the time I looked up in her eyes to appreciate, there wasn’t any need of words to be spoken. I could feel tears in my eyes and see the same ones in Rachael's eyes as well. The two of us hugged each other in a world of new emotions and it was right at that time when I came to know that the relation between me and Rachael was far more than mere friendship. Words rarely describe such feelings. That’s exactly the reason why, for the two of us, it was simply something unexplainable!
-Author-
-Arsal Shoaib-
Honey, Horse and Hospital(Arsal Shoaib)
Short on cash but always rich with feelings! This is the storyline around which my life was revolving since day one. Receiving pocket money of a thousand rupees each month never seemed much since I wanted to impress someone more than feeding my own needs out of it.
She loved chocolate. I guess that was the only reason I was left with no other option other than spending 800 Rs every month just buying Kit Kats for her. Or maybe I liked her four times as much as I liked myself. Anyway it had become a routine for me now and quite delightful indeed because near me, the joy of sharing chocolates was far better than sharing any other thing for this teenager.
Every new month brought a thousand rupees straight into my wallet and to be honest it really seemed all stuffed up quite well on that day. But that seemingly never ending money always dripped down from my wallet just as soon as it landed in there. Thirty days is a lot of time to pass, especially once you have the biggest chocolate lover by your side and you just can’t hold yourself away from the little Kit Kat parties every now and then.
Anyhow the place that made us meet each other for the first time and kept us glued together till now, making an unparallelled bond of friendship between the two of us, was quite surprisingly Horses Riding Club. Both of us loved riding more than any other thing in the world. In fact, for me the only thing that kept me at a distance from other lads of my age was this sole activity in which they never seemed interested and I never even gave a thought about leaving it for them. Continuing this attitude for a long time now, the only thing I received in turn was that I was sidelined from almost all the groups of lads that used to hang out together.
Although some familiar faces did at times visit the Club for a little walk on horseback and rarely some of them even tested their skills on a minor trot, but such lads were mostly greeted by some cuts and bruises by the end of the evening. They rarely talked with me and so I too remained intentionally silent once they came around. These things never really bothered me a lot. All I wanted was a great company and Rachael really did fulfill this desire of mine in the best of manners.
As the winds kept on flickering our sails, the friendship between the two of us got deeper and deeper. It basically started from two teenagers finding their lost finesse in riding skills to getting closer through the love of chocolate. By this time we were so close, I couldn’t even ignore her even if I somehow did try to.
The two of us more or less were in contact the whole day. Starting from our same class at college to coming back home a bit tired, and after getting a bit of rest, both of us found the better of each other at the Saddle Club. After a fun and joyful evening there, we mostly had a short little chocolate party and at night there was no better way than chatting with one another on facebook. That was a fully packed up routine for both of us and we never showed even skin deep regrets over it.
Gifting our favorite chocolates to each other and relishing them after every great run on horseback, and patting each other’s backs for another day without any injury, were enough for crafting priceless moments for the two of us. But even after almost a year of friendship, one thing definitely gave me shrills in my brain once I woke up one morning.
Just a day before that, I came to know Rachael was having her birthday coming by the end of that week. I still don’t know why but quite surprisingly over the span of a whole year she never regarded me of her birthday date ever. I remember once we had a conversation over horoscopes and other factionary stuff but that talk never really came to a close and so her birthday date remained unknown in my mind.
Since it was a birthday, and quite honestly that of a really close fellow, I had to present something as a birthday gift to Rachael. Her birthday was the day after which meant I had only one day to plan something up which should be simple yet highly exotic to meet her modern day fashions. So with this thought in mind I put my thinking cap on that morning and searched for anything fabulous in my range.
Well a range of few hundred rupees was obviously not enough to get me something that would be capable enough to meet my choice of gift for her. I wanted something that she would remember forever and for that my thousand rupees pocket money was surely not enough. I had already spent nearly half of my pocket money of that month and the remaining half only made me shameful every time I even dared of thinking to buy something for a friend like Rachael.
Laying there flat on my bed the first thing that made its way in my mind was a big fat cute little stuffed fluffy teddy bear. Since it was winter, and in fact a really harsh one, so a frost white teddy seemed almost a perfect gift for the frosty birthday of a friend. Apart from that Rachael also told me once that she is absolutely fond of white stuffed bears and no matter with how many she may fill her room, there always seems to be a place for one more.
But no! Since Rachael had too many of such stuffed things already, there was a strong possibility that she might not like my gift and in the end it would only be thrown in a corner of her room with tens like him already. So after realizing all such stuff, the idea of a teddy bear was surely discarded.
Next up, a wild thought came and suggested me a chocolate fudge cake as the person receiving it was a full fledged chocolate lover. At first I thought of making it on my own so that the cake might attain more value once Rachael finds out that it is crafted by me. Although the suggestion wasn’t that mad, but soon this too was turned out because of some crucial reasons.
First of all I had never really baked anything in my life. I knew a bit of cooking going here and there but baking was something totally out of my grasp. There was a strong possibility that this fudge cake would turn out to be a hefty loss of my money and since it would be a complete disaster therefore it would only make its way as food for Rachael’s pets.
Secondly once you take a closer look at it, cakes never really come in the category of birthday gifts. No matter how good my cake might taste or look like, it cannot last for more than two or three days at maximum. As a gift, I wished of something that would last for a really long time which this so called fudge cake never really fulfilled my desires.
Next thing in line was quite surprisingly a shirt of mine. This shirt had a really nice history between the two of us. Although I never really expected this one to be it, but since I wore this quite often at riding club, Rachael once told me that she really liked the written stuff over this shirt of mine. The written stuff was in fact a cute little sentence “Seeing you smile always makes me feel good” and with that there was a cute little smiling bunny drawn alongside it. Since she liked it very much I really thought of gifting this shirt of mine a few times but restrained myself and asked myself to wait for a perfect moment.
Maybe this was the perfect moment and my mind was still struggling over deciding this shirt as the obvious gift for her but somehow and suddenly my wits totally shifted to a whole new thing which near me was perfect in all aspects I had been looking for. It was simple yet highly modern, cute yet so according to the day’s fashion that I finally decided there couldn’t be a better gift that would always remind Rachael of me.
The only problem with that gift was that it was way over my budget. But once I had set my mind straight through it, I wasn’t backing out of it. Although it was tough convincing my mom to give me some extra money, and by extra I mean almost two thousand rupees which I asked her to deduct timely from my next pocket money, in the end it had all turned out to be fine with the gift gently placed in my hands.
The moment was perfect, the time all set, and the stage, well there couldn’t be a better one for us. It was my plan and words couldn’t really show how happy the two of us were at that time. Both of us were on horseback and I had just asked her to line her horse a bit closer to mine so that I could hand over what had kept me so long to decide. Till then it was obvious that it was not much, sort of a bulky gift, but still Rachael didn’t know what magic was she about to receive.
I asked her to give me her hand and leaving both my own hands from the reins, confidently bended my stature over to the right, I quickly opened up the palm of my hand and there was a glorious little pink bracelet with gloss sky blue finish around its corners. The thing making it more beautiful was the little shiny gems embedded all over the boundary giving it a much modern look. For me a great sign of relief came when I gently pushed the open extendable side of the bracelets around her delicate wrist and it ended up as a perfect fit.
I looked up smiling, but surprisingly became rather much more worrying she wasn’t satisfied with her sight as much as I was. She wanted to say something to me but I could easily see the words weren’t coming out. Something definitely wasn’t right and I came to know about it just a split second later.
I turned my head back towards the saddle of my horse and till then it was far too late. I had lost my balance over to my right and dreadfully there was no way back. Both my hands were already in the air and once I tried to swing them back to regain control grabbing the reins, the only thing I ended up doing was making the horse feel scared.
Like all horses do once they get scared, mine did exactly the same. The joy of rhythmic trot over my combed pony turned into an all out gallop for me. To be honest I never really felt the tides turning so soon. I had thought of it as one of the finest moments of my life but in less than ten seconds it had swung to one of the wildest adventures I had never even dreamt of.
By now I was holding on for dear life. I tried to get off the horse but like they say, “Once you are facing a bad situation, by struggling it can only turn worse for you.” I almost got rid of the horse and was all prepared to hit the ground hard on my back but the adventure didn’t seem to end up that soon. The horse kept fast on its pace and I found all my body away from the stallion except for one unfortunate foot. My right foot was still stuck in the stirrup and seriously at that time I came to know what pain actually felt like.
It took nearly ten more seconds of my rough ride till the horse caretakers halted it to a stop but till then the damage had already been done. I couldn’t even move my right foot and once they dragged it out of the stirrup, I was quite sure there was something broken underneath the flesh. With so much pain and nothing except the gruesome hell of a ride on my mind, I saw some people lift me up to the back of an ambulance and I left the place without noticing much of Rachael's presence anywhere near me.
I was raced on a stretcher through the hospital corridor. The pain never seemed to lessen up even a little bit and it was quite obvious when the emergency doctor, after doing a couple of X-ray tests, confirmedd that I had completely fractured seven of my foot joints and would be spending quite some time in the hospital.
Lying over a white bed sheet in a lonely room with large white walls all around me and my eyes set on the white ceiling over my head, I started thinking about how it all happened so quickly. Having control over only one of my legs I turned myself to stare at the clock for a while. Soon afterwards I noticed that it had been less than half an hour once I looked down on my watch at the riding club before giving my present to Rachael.
Soon afterwards, looking here and there, I noticed the bed sheet grasped on tightly in the fists of my hands and I found myself almost crying with pain. Fortunately I didn’t have many tears shed once the door of the room slammed past and a doctor along with my mom and dad rushed inside the room. That was all I remember of that time because just seconds later, the doctor that had came to my aid pierced the skin of my arm with an injection and instantly I fell asleep.
The next morning came up pretty soon and I found myself waking up by a strange saltiness in my mouth. Not realizing it in the first place I swung to the other side and noticed a stream to tears running down my cheeks. Wiping them off I tried to recall what I had been going through the entire time while sleeping. It wasn’t a favorable thing for me to do but I soon recollected all the memories about Rachael that were continuously running through my mind all the time while I was asleep.
I considered myself a fool, ignoring a broken leg and still being able to think about Rachael, who at that time my mind definitely considered something trivial, but sadly it was my heart on which I was running at that time. Anyhow, for a moment I caught hold of my emotions slightly and looked here and there in the scarcely sunlit room. Glancing at a circular framed clock that told me it was just half past six once I had already welcomed the early rising sun.
Apart from that the only other thing my eyes were able to get hold of was a tall metallic frame over which my right leg was carefully placed, cemented with some sort of plaster over which I felt no control at all. After failing a few attempts of dragging my body here and there to find a comfortable posture for an hour or more of sleep, I had no other choice than closing my eyes directly facing a window with bright sunshine all over it.
My next wakeup call came once I found myself really struggling to open my eyes and tell everyone I am awake and alright. I was hearing a couple of anxious voices calling my name out loud and I could easily feel all of them waiting for a response which somehow I didn’t find myself capable of. With my mind swinging and teeth’s rattling, I wanted to say something but the only word I heard myself call once was of not my mom, not my dad, not of any other family member or friend rather against all odds it was the name of Rachael, which to be honest I never pronounced intentionally.
The next moment was really comforting. My long shuttered eyes instantly gave way and I found a really sweet moment ahead of me. The thing that made my eyes open up so quickly was that I felt something strange yet highly familiar touching the palm of my hand.
Anxious to know the cause I shifted my head to the opposite side and found Rachael standing alongside me with one of my hands in hers. I could see my mom and dad standing a few feet back as well but somehow time stood by for a second. My body felt completely numb and I was desperately trying to get rid of such unusual feeling. I kept on looking around and saw Rachael lift my hand over to her lips and gently brush it with her delicate lips keeping the procedure too careful all the way.
All of a sudden, it felt like I retrieved my lost sense of hearing somehow. The voices closed in on me from all sides and I was glad to find myself in the rush of life again. Greeting everyone in the room, I sat up and slid back getting my back support from the bed itself. Waiting for someone to say a word, I kept silent till after a very long time someone finally spoke up something.
It was the same old familiar voice of Rachael. But unfortunately the words didn’t seem much familiar once I noticed her completely out of her regular cheerful context and apologizing to me about something I wasn’t even sure about myself. After a few depressant sentences I finally made out that she was trying to plead herself guilty and take all the responsibility of my accident upon herself.
Seriously it seemed like more of a joke to me so I just smiled over saying “Do you really think it was your fault? Common, don’t make me laugh! You can’t be stupid enough alone to convince me do such a thing on my own. Such an act of remarkable idiocy required more than one dumb brain and whether you agree or not, I feed a far hungrier daredevil living inside my mind. Speaking of an apology, that’s something which makes me feel ashamed! As far as I can remember, that was one of the most unforgettable things my mind had ever come up with and if you think you require an apology for that, I am actually grateful for this act of yours.”
Agreeing that her birthday just couldn’t end up that much thrilling no matter what might have happened, she chuckled, and gave my plastered leg a slight push, hearing my screams turned into laughs all the way as I saw even my parents silently smiling at the back and enjoying our conversation, friendship and emotions for each other.
With all set and done, she silently pulled out a carton of Kit Kats from under the bed and joyfully holding a couple of them up for me apologized for a delay in the birthday treat as her birthday had already ended up a day before.
Glancing over one of the finest moments of my entire life, even with a broken leg which I had never expected to be a part of it, I was truly enjoying a lot in Rachael’s company. Just before we ended up our chocolate bars and as our old ritual of rubbing each other’s cheeks with our chocolaty hands ended, I noticed the same bracelet I gave to her clasped onto Rachael's wrist and it was looking absolutely stunning over her slender frosty hands.
Instantly she also saw my eyes set over her hands and by the time I looked up in her eyes to appreciate, there wasn’t any need of words to be spoken. I could feel tears in my eyes and see the same ones in Rachael's eyes as well. The two of us hugged each other in a world of new emotions and it was right at that time when I came to know that the relation between me and Rachael was far more than mere friendship. Words rarely describe such feelings. That’s exactly the reason why, for the two of us, it was simply something unexplainable!
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