Posted: 03 April 2006 at 8:56pm | IP Logged
Kripa reached New York after a long flight. She stepped out the plane. She had been to New York about twice a year for the last seven years. She thought about how much Angad loved New York. He was born and raised in New York. When he came to finish his last year of collegein India was where he met Kripa. At first, they didn't get along, but they didnt even realize when everything changed into love. Angad decided to settle down in India after that, since Kripa didnt want to leave India after the wedding. But after the divorce Angad decided he had nothing left in India, so he went back to New York.
Kripa's thoughts were disturbed by a very familiar voice calling her name. Even after being away from him for seven years her heart still beated fast when she heard his voice, when she felt her close to her. She had to remind herself she hated him though, she hated him for everything he did seven years ago. She knew he hated her as much as he him. She turned around and glanced over at him. He looked better than ever, he always looked good. She could smell his cologne, it was still the same. She was the same, he was the same, then why did everything feel so different?
Angad- Hi Kripa
Angad-....So...umm,...how was your flight?
Kripa-..Oh, yeah...it was good.
They both hated the akwardness between them. The blamed the each other for it.
A- Let's go.
As Kripa walked through the airport she saw posters of Angad, the professional basketball player. He had always been the best basketball player in college. She still remembered every time he won a game, he would always give her the trophy.
Kripa- You've become really popular haven't you?
Angad- Yeah, I guess. Same with you, I heard your companys going worldwide.
Kripa- Yeah, I guess we both finally got what we wanted in life.
Angad- Yeah I guess we both got our share of life.
No one spoke any more than that until they got into the car.
In the car:
Kripa- So where's Aryan?
Angad- He's at school. In fact, if u dont mind, I was going to pick him up now.
Kripa smiled really big. She was going to see her son. She loved him so much.
Kripa- Of coarse I dont mind.
Angad noticed how happy Kripa was. As much as happy she was, he was sad. He hated being away from Aryan.
Kripa looked at Angad. He looked sad. She tried to ignore it, but couldn's. As much as she tried to deny the fact she didnt care about him, it wasnt true and she knew it.
Kripa-Angad are you alright?
Angad- Umm, oh yeah.
K- Angad you dont have to hide it, its clearly written on your face somethings bothering you, whats the matter?
A- It's wierd isnt it Kripa, everytime God gives you happiness, he gives me grief, every time he gives me happiness, he gives you grief.
K- Angad, what are you talking about?
A- Well, when Aryans with me, Im happy, when he's with you, im miserable. When Aryans with me, your miserable, when he's with you, your happy. I wish our destiny wasn't written like this.
Will they be able to change their destineys?