~Spero ergo sum~™

October 7, 2007

The not so long goodbye

Filed under: Life,Stories — Teal @ 7:04 pm

This was it. It was probably the last time or chance for her to tell how she felt about their relationship. It was something that had dawned to a very formal acquaintance to a little close to a friendship and matured into a solid friendship.

But for reasons unknown, she couldn’t help but have this feeling that somehow it was all going to end and one fine day, they would end up passing by each other without even a single look of recognition, which eventually did happen. But not as soon as her worst case scenario estimation was, but what her womanly intuition told her. And rather kept ringing alarms in her mind for, anyways.

She had turned in her papers. She was to quit and leave the first ever place she called her company, her casa et. al. The week preceding this ominous day was not so bad, she was in fact counting down to the days when she would be able to walk out with all ties severed to this place, and the people, too.

Making the shift to another company with the hope of a better scope of work, and better opportunities was fairly common in her field. But the transition from your first ever job hurts, was what she was told. Few of the people she had met in the span of work in Technasys had already quit on account of bigger fish or marraige anyways. And people dont keep better chances on hold for other people , so why bother?

Getting through this particular day is going to be pretty darn difficult, she thought. This was the last and only chance for her to break this cold wall that had creeped in between them. The foundations of which had been laid by him, for no reason or excuse whatsoever. All her life she has been the winner of put-the-blame-on-me, that awful game which gave the winner a wonderful trip down the lane of doubt, diffidence and not to mention , self pity. “Maybe it’s my fault.”, she had thought. Despite numerous visits to his cubicle, which was always occupied with his superiors, and despite all attempts of tryin to chat with him thro the darned intra company chat console [which was a slow disease, killing the CPU nonetheless], tried calling him on hi VoIP extension, although they worked in the same facility, none of these bore any fruits.

This day, would be my last attempt to even try and talk to him, and if he just as indifferent, then i’ll assume it’s his loss, and not mine. I’ve had enough of this, she thought.

She walked to the nearest store and picked out an anniversary pack of his favourite chocolates, [my treat for you pig! she thought] and armed with that and a letter written in his favourite color [blue], she walked back into the facility. But before facing the brunt of his negligence [which was something she had foreseen] let me try and recollect those ‘fond’ but few memories we had as friends. She walked into the cafeteria, where the coffee machine guy smiled at her and made her drink without uttering a single word from her side.

“How are you ma’am?”

“I am fine. Today is my last day, so kinda having mixed emotions. 🙂 ”

“Oh, all the best ma’am, here’s your coffee, extra strong, as you like it.”

She mustered a weak smile and walked to that corner of the cafe where endless chats over coffee and the long luncheons had endured. She even wondered, if they would name that corner as the “Her & Him” block. That made her laugh. After tens of minutes, she finally mustered the courage to walk to his floor.

She walked through the glass door and down that familiar corridor which lead to his cubicle. His place, was empty. Thank god, she thought. She kept the things on his place , drew a smiley with a marker on his board and walked out slowly, absorbing every minute and second of that floor down the walk to the entrance. She wanted to surrender all the documents and leave the building ASAP, but some part of her, for some strange reason, held back. And wanted to look at him one last time, lest they never meet face to face again.

Her pocket was vibrating. She pulled out her cellphone, to find the cute guy from her floor calling her. This guy had been pestering her to have ‘the last lunch @ technasys’ with him. Which was an honour to him, as he repeatedly gushed over that call. As she confirmed the luncheon and hung up, she looked up across the glass walls.

He was walking towards his place with his team mates around him, like a tribe in battle walking on with some strategic formation. Armed with notebooks and pens, bah! one of those pointless meetings, she understood.

As he sat down , his eyes were drawn to the bright red smiley on his board and the huge chunk of candy. Below that was a sheet of paper, with words written beautifully in cursive.

This is Her, He thought.

He stood up and hastily read through the contents of the sheet and looked across the floor.

She was looking right at him. She could also sense his eyes going moist, which surprised her since he had been all wooden for these past few months that they’d known each other. After giving her a long look with unseen emotions and unsaid words running through his mind, he folded the paper back, kept it in it’s place nonchalantly and started working again.

She gave him a wry smile and walked right out of the buildings. Somethings are better left unsaid, and some people better forgotten.

PS: I know I’ve been having this overdrive with stories, but i just cant seem to help it 😀



  1. TEAL……….!!!!!!!!!!!!!

    I cant possible assume this to be a story…
    maybe some lame office gossip…
    and it doesn’t really doesnt look like something that you
    would contemplate in being involved in!

    Keep Bloggin! 🙂

    Comment by FrostAtMidnite — October 8, 2007 @ 12:39 pm | Reply

  2. Ur writing is simply brilliant.
    “Somethings are better left unsaid, and some people better forgotten”
    Well put.

    Comment by Cool guy — October 8, 2007 @ 7:51 pm | Reply

  3. Many things are best left unsaid. Good story! And I like the ending.

    Comment by Brat — October 8, 2007 @ 9:04 pm | Reply

  4. Oh been there and done that…the call is always difficult to make and no quantity based approach to tradeoffs, either someone is worth bending over backwards or they are not- the result is always discrete.

    You will lose some along the way, you will keep some; its part choice, part destiny. Life lesson…Hmmm my lil sis is all grown up *eyes mist*

    Comment by Rain — October 9, 2007 @ 9:17 am | Reply

  5. @ FrostAtMidnite:
    :O It is actually a story man! Despite what you think ….

    @ Cool guy:
    Thank you! 😀

    @ Brat:
    Thanks again 😉

    @ Rain:
    Dont into BSMode again wooman … yeah i am a much different person… enriched by life’s experiences 😛

    Comment by Teal — October 9, 2007 @ 10:06 am | Reply

  6. Hey teal !

    Good one.. the ending is very neat 🙂


    Comment by Titan — October 11, 2007 @ 8:49 pm | Reply

  7. @ Titan:
    Thanks amigo! Been a while since you’ve been here na? 😎

    Comment by Teal — October 11, 2007 @ 11:11 pm | Reply

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