Fated To Die     

Divya and I were pals since college life. Born in the city life, Divya had blossomed into a suave, out and about, urbane woman. And while a countryside of some remote village was my hometown, its old customs and way of thinking had made my life outright simple, naïve and unsophisticated. But was I demure, not at all. I was conspicuous for my loud mouth, brash actions and everything close to the heels of a virago. At heart I never wished to be like this but found it to be my only forte to make waves, to shine, to pull in the crowd. I was hungry for attention and even if I made a fool out of myself, I was a famous fool though.

         It was around this time when I was at the peak of my popularity that Divya became my friend. Personality vise we were at odds but still fostered some liking for each other. There were times when I would envy her good looks and status, yet still was resilient enough to curb such emotions and learn to value her friendship. Later when I reached the final semester of college, Divya started behaving as if she had nothing to do with me. Besides this some other shocking problems precipitated that became hard to neglect. Divya quite unexpectedly had become stubborn to scoff at me in full public glare. The only thing I would hear from her were those colorful swear words and profane boos and catcalls. And there seemed to be no end to it.

Many a times she would whip up bitter skirmishes and was not a least worried of its consequences. The way Divya started looking down upon my habits and everything was awfully ostentatious and hurtful. Furthermore, the rest of her pals started taking potshots on my rustic outlook and would brazenly slander it.

For me this was the last straw. We turned inimical by the day. I couldn’t take her anymore. The seamy side of her supposedly good attitude finally became too glaring to overlook. And I felt that the time had come to unleash my own ill will, to remind her of my worth and this worsened the matter gravely.