Today,I learnt something new about muscles-Muscles cannot push.They can only pull.😕 When something on your body is “pushing,” it’s actually because another muscle is pulling. For example, when your push something with your arms, it’s actually your muscles in the back of your arm pulling the elbow.
At last ,it's weekend .Lots of thing piled up for the coming week.So,I thought this is the time to clean my table.While cleaning my drawer,I saw an old RM1 note with something written on it with a pencil with a date on it.It was 19th Feb 2010.
'Bhai ,darwas kulla bla2,' I heard a tired voice and loud bangs on the door which literally woke me from my nostalgic recalls.
I walked towards the door with my hot coffee and the one buck note in my hands while the anonymous guy continued to slam the door.
'Wait!' I opened the door.
It's the filter water guy,Partha.Drinking boiled tap water is still unacceptable since the arsenic contain is high and the colour and odour of underground water obtained using a boring machine is awful.The good thing about the water supply is that it's free of charge.-No water bill every month.
The bad part is,the sound pollution created by the boring machine which is damn fucking annoying especially at night.At times,even I have to use the stairs all the way to 5th floor,Im grateful that my flat is soundproofed from the annoying sound.
' I've been knocking for two minutes,'Partha said with a pity face for carrying the water jug all the way to 5th floor.That reaction usually cost me extra 30taka as his tips.
' It was not even twenty seconds ',I sighed as I carry the 5 gallon water jug without spigot.
' Is that a tamil song?' Partha was curious listening to the AR Rahman's beats that I played in the room.
' Yeah',I said.
' I love tamil movies and I love Prabash',he continued without knowing that Prabash is a telugu actor and ended his sentence with his smelly burp.
I took 100taka from my wallet to pay him without respond much.
' What's that? ' he asked pointing to the 6 years old ' ancient' note that I'm holding in between my fingers along with the cup of coffee.
' It's Malaysian currency',I said without showing him much.
'From your girfriend ?' Partha made a smart guess looking at the note with his eagle eyes.
' Sort of,yes,' I smiled sheepishly.
' You both not together?' he asking more than he should looking at my unpleasant reaction.
It's been two month I'm staying alone since all went back for holidays and a few minute conversation with a real human wont do any harm I guessed and decided to treat him nicely.
'No ,it's during schooldays.Now no more.' I ended his curiosity with a docile personality .
' Don't be sorry,' Partha said,trying to be understanding.
I smiled.'No, I don't Mr Partha,' I shaked my head with a smile.
' Sometime,I felt it's karma .You will love someone who doesn't love you,for not loving someone who did,' I continued .
'Karma??Bullshit ',he yelled.I think he too had an ex.
' Those that killing and robbing others are living happily and you're feeling karma will hit you for having an ex,'he said with a soft smile.
' No Mr Partha,she might felt happy when she see her ex get cheated on by the person they left you for right?' I said while sipping my coffee without even offering one for him.
' Does she worth living together?' Partha asked.
'Hehe,nope,' I replied instantly .
' Do you regret for losing her?'Partha continued his interview.
' No I don't.In fact I don't even think of her,' I said.
' It means,she isn't worth to regret right?'Partha questioned me.
'Hehe,yap.I can't marry a girl with such mentality and live with her together with my family.She will chase them out soon.Those old days were mixture of good and bad moments.But the bad days was a mental torture Mr Partha.I don't need a girl like that ',I nodded with a no regret smile as I felt the warm guilt free fuzzy feeling of having set my own rules on how to live my life in me for the first time.
' That's great.Don't feel for someone who means nothing for you now.The most heartbreaking part is watching them become a stranger right infront of your very own eyes.You knew the sound of their laughter inside out,and now their laugh sounds unfamiliar.That someone you knew so well is now someone you used to know and that's what hurts the most', Partha started his emotional counselling.
'No Mr Partha,honestly I don't have such feelings at all..No sadness nor regret.I don't even remember her voice.Better people and good memories replaced everything,' I continued.
'Good,good.If she feels as you imagined earlier looking at your hard time,it means she still couldn't get over you.It means you're one piece of great company.That is why some people still can't get over it.Does she have a boyfriend now?' Partha asked.
' I think so,I don't even know,'I said while had a glance around cluelessly since I don't even have time to think about her.
' Some people are reminder of everything you used to be and that is why time made you to let them go.You can no longer keep looking back when you have soo much further to grow.No looking back from now on,' Partha wagged his right index finger saying that.His eyebrows went up and down as he spoke,in sync with his single medium size row of ash on his forehead.I wonder how the ash is still there on his forehead after all the sweat he produced.Mine would vanish the moment I step out of my house.Climate is that bad and warm.
' Yes Mr Partha',I nodded as I flipped the S.K Bhattacharya's surgery book which was on the table beside me while Partha folded his hand looking at me.
' I'm sure you had learnt lot of things all this while.When she herself isn't the perfect choice,then don't worry about what she or others will talk nor think.It's funny to see people enjoying their pseudo plain joyous moment looking at others.When people keep stalking us,it means we're someone irreplaceable and people will keep looking at something that they can't replace at any cost all the time'.Partha gave his opinion.
I shook my head and stand like a defeated toy salesman but deep inside I felt everything happened for a reason and I'm really glad that I don't have to spend 40 years more with a noisy and gossip enthusiast.
OOOpppppsss....Thank you God for saving my ass.
A long forgotten journey like
Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious
-the longest least used english word..wait then what about :Methionylthreonylthreonylglutaminylarginyl -the largest known protein 😕
It's ok titin will do.
Lakdhes
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