A night behind city lights...

The sound of the song seemed much louder in the silent night. Anusha got up from her bed and reduced the sound level of the music system. She couldn’t enjoy the music. It seemed to be just a faint note of music coming from the background of her silent and gigantic arena of life. He called her fake. She wanted to protest and she did, because her attitude, accent, views were not fake. She didn’t want to hurt him, because she knew that she has loved an egoistic jerk, so she should not get pissed at him so easily. 
But Anusha was just not in a mood to surrender, she thought against thoughts and decided love doesn’t worth her self-respect. After he hung up, she thought again, was it just self-respect or her secret ego? She was clueless. Their relationship was sensitive, newborn and vulnerable. Such a cold war didn’t seem very light to her. She assumed Aditya won’t call again. 
The music was not louder anymore as she went back to bed. Her legs were trembling, she felt weak like never before. She checked her cell-phone, no messages. It was the end, inside she knew, but she couldn’t accept it. She loved Aditya like anything, and she didn’t know the reason why. She hugged the pillow as she cuddled up on her bed, and closed her eyes wishing Aditya was there beside her, his arms wrapped around her. It was just an imagination. The music stopped playing. Anusha opened her eyes. She didn’t want to replay the cd. She locked the door of her room in case her parents get up and Started searching her bag for something. After rummaging up the bag’s tummy, she found what she wanted – a crumpled packet of cigarettes. She lit one. Unusually her fingers were trembling. She was getting weak, her heart was shattering inside. Thoughts were jumbling up in her head. She took her diary out of desk; it was time to write something, her head needed a little peace. She stared blankly at the white pages as she held the pen. There was only one word floating in her mind – Aditya. Anusha got her thoughts back in a minute and started scribbling –
“A dream lies within the bitter smoke of cigars
Some love buried in a long lost fairytale…
Everything is just for you tonight.
But still you are not mine.


Without a tune or rhythm, let an odd song live
Being a poem that’s written for you…
Everything is just for you tonight.
But still I’m not yours.


A silent heart in a moment of hope;
An enthralled dream, a spellbound world…
Again love-
Just for you…”

She took out the ashtray hidden in her drawer and put the burned cigarette in it. It was time to put her self back together and go to sleep. Only 2 hours remained before sun could rise again. Anusha smiled to herself, Aditya is a synonym of sun, and her sun might not shine, ever again.
She knew, her phone won't ring again that night, or any other night. It was over. Suddenly.