A BloodLetter Day !

I wrote about friendship many times. Do we get hurt in friendships? Yes, sometimes we do. When our close friends hurt us, it goes deep. And what do we do when we finds that we have hurt one of our friends? We might say sorry. That’s all? Then I have a different story to tell.

There was a guy and he had a friend, a girl. He considered her as his best friend. But he wasn’t sure whether this girl considers him as her best friend. But she never told the other way and she liked him.

This guy was working in a factory as an accountant when this incident happened. He did not like that environment. It was noisy and dusty and yes, there were mosquitoes too. The girl was doing her pharmacy diploma.

Though this guy was an accountant, he was good at science. So, when this girl was absent in the college, she used to bring somebody’s notes and used to ask this guy to copy it for her. Or some notes related work. This girl was an active Christian community worker and a good singer with a Gospel singing troupe.

One day this guy had a bad day at work. He came back home in a bad mood with a head ache and there she comes. Usually her presence was helpful to ease his mind, but not that day. She came with a bunch of books and gave it to him and asked him to copy. But he asked:

“What do you think of me?, your servant?”

Girl became very sad, tears came out of her eyes, yes she cried.

“I am going” she said

He did not say anything in reply, but he wished she stayed for a while more. But she left.

This guy became very sad. And there came this guilty feeling for hurting her. What can he do now? Many a times he had crazy ideas. Once he wrote a total nonsense story on the side of a birthday greeting card and gave it to that girl’s sister, which made the whole family laugh.

But this is not a time for a story. And there is this guilty feeling. He hurt his best friend, so the apology also should be best. He thought of writing a letter saying sorry.

He took a piece of paper, a pen which had no ink and a razor blade. He cut his finger with the blade, dipped the pen in the blood and wrote a ‘bloody’ apology. It started like this :

"I am writing this with my blood......"

And he posted it instead of handing it directly over to her.

They weren’t seeing each other for days. And one day he saw she rushing to his door. She did not enter his house but stood outside, on the road (house was adjacent to road) and asked him.

“Why did you do that? You know what happened? I was in the college when the post came. Mummy received the post and she thought it was from the community, since the envelope you used was very much similar to the one we used to get from my community.”

He stood thunderstruck. She added;

“Mummy asked me to not to come to your house”

“OK, I will talk to mummy”, he said. He also used to address that lady as mummy.

“Noooo”

“Yes, I need to explain to her….ok, I will write another letter and you give that to mummy, ok? Come tomorrow” he said

He wrote another letter to mummy explaining how his day was at work and how he felt guilty when he made her daughter cry. And yes, he was good at writing letters.

Finally the letter reaches mummy. The next day, he met mummy on the road. From a long distance itself they exchanged a smile.

“Mummy!, is everything clear now?’ he asked and she said;

“Yes”

They both smiled, a kind of a smile!!!!

‘G’, where are you?