This Chapter is submitted by Ankita Basu
After my not-so-normal chat with my friend, I took to bed and slept wondering what had really happened and why it felt as if she ignored me. Five minutes past and my phone beeps with her name flashing. It was a message from her- "Hey crazy! Let's meet over coffee tomorrow.".
I read her message with a smile and slept peacefully that Friday night.
We met at Marz-o-rin in the evening next day.
While I ordered and reserved our seat, she was kind enough and bought our coffee. We just stared each other for a while sitting in one corner of the café. I didn't knew where to begin and what to talk.
She: Ok crazy. Let's start all over again. I could not listen to your dream yesterday, something urgent had come up. Sorry!
I took a sip of the hot coffee. Recollecting the details again, I spoke after a deep breath.
Her eyes were sharp and she was really interested to know every bit of my dream. She listened carefully. When I finished, I noticed that she hadn't touched her coffee one sip. She just smiled and took her first sip.
She: You probably need a break, you crazy! Wanna go for a small trip? Maybe on a Trek? Beach?
Me: Don't tease me. I am really in a messed situation. Maybe I am becoming a psycho! I wanna ask you something, may I?
She: Yeah sure! Please do ask.
I could not arrange my question and in a tensed voice I asked her - Am I mental? Tell me. Please be honest with me.
I was uneasy and nervous!
I was nervously playing with my fingers on the table unsure of what she might think about me. She was my good friend and I didn't want her to think anything bad about me. I guess she sensed my nervousness.
Holding my hands she replied in a calm voice - No, not at all. Let me tell you something.
I stared at her in amazement curiously waiting to hear more from her.
With another sip of her coffee which had now become cold, she spoke -
She: Okay listen. I was surfing the internet and got some information on psychology and human mentality. I will send you the things I found on your email. When you get some time, read through it. And listen, don’t panic about all these. We will meet again next week.
Me: Um, okay! Thank you. I don't know what to say. I cannot tell my dream to everyone, they would probably take me as mentally retarded.
She: Don't think much. Just read the stuffs. Let's go now, I am getting late... Sorry!
Me: Yeah sure, let me pay the bill.
We walked together till the nearest bus stop and then parted our ways.
I am just not having any clue what is happening with me. I can just hope everything is going to be fine.