Commitment Phobia

He was standing outside Nehru Place Metro station, waiting for her. He knew she wouldn't come –after what had happened between them a couple of months ago—but he still came. Hope is something which is inevitable. And it was hope due to which he was standing in front of the metro station at eleven in the night. In his hands were a bunch of white tulips—her favourite. He saw flashes of lightening and raised his head toward the sky. After a few seconds, the roaring of the clouds reached his ears, and a tiny droplet dropped on his glasses.

"Ritesh, I just want your answer," shouted Sapna.
Ritesh let out a sigh of annoyance. "So what do you want me to say?"
"Just tell me are we going to marry or not?"

Ritesh felt as if Sapna was possessed by a spirit whose liberation could only be possible after it would get married. They had been into a relationship for a couple of years by now, but for the past one month, Sapna had begun to push him to commit for the marriage.

Seriously? I mean who thinks about marriage at this age? thought Ritesh.

He tried to convince her that this was not the time to plan a marriage. But Sapna wasn't ready to listen to anything. Soon, their conversations reduced, and frequent clashes grew among them.

"If you really want marriage, then I think I am the last person who is made for you". That was his last sentence to Sapna.

Sapna had broken all contact with him after that incident. Ritesh regretted his comment a lot, but it was too late by then. He tried to contact her back, but she had changed her mobile number and blocked him on all social media platforms. She changed her PG as well. Practically, Ritesh wasn't left with any option to contact her back. 

One day, it struck to him that he still wasn't out of option. He scrolled his Gmail contacts and found her email ID. He wrote a long email for her; apologetic, of course, but also saying how badly he wanted her back. But he still couldn't commit her that he would marry her if she would come back. He asked her to come and meet at Nehru place metro station—where they would join each other every time before going out.

Ritesh took off his spectacles and wiped off the droplets with his T-shirt. The last metro of the day had arrived, but she didn't come.

Why is she so much obsessed with marriage? How can I commit for marriage? I am bloody 25 years old! I can barely cover for my expenses. How am I supposed to commit her that I am ready to lead the entire life with her?

The rain grew heavy and dense, but did nothing to quench Ritesh's anger. The rain drops covered his glasses, but this time, he didn’t remove them to wipe, as they were hiding his eyes which were welled up with tears.


She was standing on the balcony, thinking about him. How could she meet him—after what had happened a couple of months ago. She saw flashes of lightening and raised her head toward the sky. After a few seconds, the roaring of the clouds reached her ears, and a tiny droplet dropped on her cheeks.

"Ritesh, I just want your answer," shouted Sapna.
Ritesh let out a sigh of annoyance. "So what do you want me to say?"

Sapna felt disgusted. Ritesh knew exactly what she wanted, yet he was behaving as if he had no idea. Everytime she raised the topic of marriage, Ritesh would behave as if this was the most useless topic in the world.
"Just tell me are we going to marry or not?"
And then started the endless process of Ritesh trying to convince her. She saw Ritesh trying all the ways to talk her round. But she wasn't going to give up. Soon, their conversations reduced, and frequent clashes grew among them.
Then came the shocking statement from Ritesh, "If you really want marriage, then I think I am the last person who is made for you".

That was the threshold point for Sapna. She broke all contacts with him, blocked him on social media as well. So that Ritesh would have no means to contact her. But she received an email from him a few days back. It was filled with all sorts of apologies, but was hyperbolic. He wanted to meet her today, outside the place where they would always join each other before going out.

She saw the metro train running on the elevated metro track—probably the last metro of the day. She could be on that train today, but she chose a different path.

Why can't he confirm his standpoint? He is bloody 25 years old! Can't he decide with whom he is going to spend rest of his life? How could I be with him without any commitment? There has to be a point in your life when you have to think beyond the relationship of girlfriend and boyfriend. Why can't be serious about our relationship as I am?

The Rain grew heavy and dense, but did not quench Sapna's anger. She dropped on her knees. In the flash of the lightning, she saw her shadow on the pool of water accumulated on the balcony floor. The shadow was then blurred by the ripples in the water, the ripples created by her tears.

Back at the Nehru Place metro station, Ritesh heard a mechanical voice coming out from the underground metro station—Metro for Escort Mujesar is going to enter platform no 2. Hope started to play its role again as Ritesh looked towards the metro station exit.

Sapna heard the rattling sound of Metro train which indicated her that there was still a metro heading toward Nehru Place. She stood up and looked toward the metro track. The rain by now had stopped. She thought for a while and wiped her tears. There were ripples again in the water, but this time, created by her rushing steps.



About the author:

Neelabh Pratap Singh is a mechanical engineering professional. Crafting entertaining stories is his passion, and therefore, he chose to pursue his passion along with the profession which materialsed in the form of his debut book - The Resurrection of Evil. He loves fast-paced action thrillers and is highly impressed by Indian mythology.


Book: THE RESURRECTION OF EVIL - https://goo.gl/rf5g16

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