THE BLISSFULL HYPOCRITE

Anshu wakes up to a morning text from Ezan “babe! sorry but I can’t pick you up today. Have to meet a friend” to which she replies “ok babe. See you in the evening then”. She dresses up and heads for work. Her work is usually a thirty minute ride in her scooty but she decides to take a detour to a café for some of her much beloved cappuccino. That message was a disappointment to her because it had become a normal routine for Ezan to pick her up in the morning and ride with her to her work before Ezan leaves for his work.

Anshu had been working as a receptionist for a bank for the past five years. She was always analytical in her mind with just a side of a literal part always hungry for unknown poets. A guy back at her elementary school actually brought forth her this side as she used to have a crush on that silent, grumpy and reserved guy which was quite contrast to her spontaneous personality. That guy used to write a lot. Although she could never find out what he wrote but she did notice that guy always writing on his mini notepad.

Maybe in hopes of finding his writing or whatever the reason maybe as soon as she graduated from the school she began storming the google with queries about least read poems.

Ezan was a musician. He was a vocalist of an uprising band named “Trinity” and they performed in a renowned restaurant up late night. That being a factor Ezan was pretty much free to do whatever he wanted to do during the day for the most part of his life. I said most part because he still has to go and perform on concerts and band practices occasionally during the day time.

The day ended but the call Anshu had been desperately waiting for never came. She called her better half but they went un-received, texts remained un-replied and he showed no signs of showing up. Grumpy Anshu then headed for “Ambience 360 “- the restaurant where “trinity” performed just to see if Ezan wa there or not.

It was a bad decision for her. There she saw a girl kissing the guy that she loves on the cheek. Although in his defense I must admit that it was just a peck but to a grumpy girl it seemed more than that. And let’s be fair here, he had been ignoring her calls for the better part of the day.

So here’s a thing about people with spontaneous personalities, they are run with their emotions. They think more with their heart and less with their brains. Anshu was a spontaneous one so she stormed in and gave a slap worth noticing in front of what little crowd there was.

(In that small crowd, one person recognized them. )

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“hey! It’s been a while since we last met. I’m free today so can we catch up Mr. popular?”

Last night he received a message from Reeza. She was the girl who had sponsored him to start a band so there was no way that he could refuse her request and it actually had been months since he last got in contact with her. The last time that they met was in October of last year and it was august now so… ten months I guess?

“sure miss Pikachu” he had named her Pikachu because well she was like the best starter Pokémon for him. Her funding and support during the initial stage of the band had given a way for him to make his passion his career.

And so they met, and so they talked. They talked about their life, their old days, their relations; their family their work and I’m not gonna bore you with the details but just know the fact that they had a lot to catch up to. Ezan was a guy who got distracted easily so he put his phone in silence mode just to focus on Reeza for the entire day- unknown of the fact that someone on the other end was boiling with rage and cooling with worry at the same time.

At around noon they went to Ezans workplace just because Miss Pikachu wanted to see whats the seed that she had planted some years back had grown into. And like I said, I’m not gonna bore you with the details so I’m just gonna say that MAN THEY TALKED LIKE TWO KIDS TALKING ABOUT THE CARTOON THEY LOVE, that and they drank some booze too-just to enlighten the mood.

Okay so booze was a bad idea but it was still way before the time that Ezan realized that. Noon turned into evening and that’s when the magic happened. The magic slap.

Ezan was speechless for a moment and when he realized the what Anshu saw, “Ouch! I forgot that Reeza can’t handle booze very well. Damn I am a fool and she just saw that peck” this realization hit him hard.

“Wait babe! I can explain!” Ezan shouted. “keep your explanations to yourself you piece of garbage. I saw it”

(“Maybe she will read it. She always does” that person thought)

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Well Anshu was a poem reader so she had followed some blogs. That night her blog notification bell rang. Someone had updated a poem. The poem was titled blind vision, and somewhere along the middle of the poem, she felt like she could relate some lines

…… I ran in fury of what I saw
I scratched, I clawed
I hit hard
but rage is never very smart
maybe she had her side to explain
but what I saw was very plain
yet I do admit that I had blurry vision
I had lost the ability to reason……

‘wait… I was angry and worried and I am a moody girl. Maybe it wasn’t what I saw? Could it be something else entirely?’ after reading those lines she tried to think calmly. Those lines matched exactly to her situation that evening. She checked her phone and it had a ton of messages from Ezan asking for a change to explain what was going on when she last arrived at the restaurant.

“EXPLAIN THEN” she sent those words to him, still in a bad mood but calmer than before. “I’m outside. Open the door babe” were the reply.

Ezan was literally outside her apartment. He then explained his side of the story in very detail. After some explaining and some debating the two finally managed to find a common ground and both of them had a drink to lighten the mood.

“but babe, what made you reason so quickly this time? It normally takes a lot longer for you to calm down.” “you jackass!” she smiled and threw a pillow at him. After a pause she spoke “…. Those were the lines that made me feel somewhat calm. “ and she relayed those lines to him. “Damn! Was he there when that happened or did we went viral?” they both laughed at the striking resemblance of those lines and their situation.

…… I know you, you said
but you never cared
I was there
giving you a stare
but you were blind
you needed to unwind.

-BLISSFULL HYPOCRITE

The poem ended with those lines.

(a/n* :if you want some poetries here is the link to my other blog for poems. it is not regularly updated as this one so don't have your hopes up. On the plus point, i have a hell lota poems there so it ain't that bad either. hehe.
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 - Yakaa: Jujaan