THE NET STORY

They say the internet is one of the worst effects of its kind. Maybe that’s partly true! At the end, it’s the intentions of a person that count; no point blaming technology.

Simple steps, great outcomes! Type a word. This could range from a silly word to those millions of synonyms you keep wondering what they ever stood for; just Google it. There! You will find a hundred of those results. They urge you to “log-in” thru those accounts with those millions of specifications. You did? You’re thru! Congratulations! You are now online on any of the many social and not-so-social sites. You might be looking for “friends” or just people likely equally or more weird than yourself. People who are in disguise looking for so many things; social acceptance, friendship, money, time-pass means to ward off boredom or just those plain old hook-ups/one-night-stands.

She was a one of those who were addicted to the internet, till some day she got to know the actual meaning and use of it!

They “met” online thru one of those blah-blah sites. They grew close after they exchanged their numbers. They would talk for hours. His profile read “5.6’ height, 70 kg weight, 32’ waist, dark; 35 years old Piscean, fun loving guy and looking for serious friendship!!”

He was ten years older to her. She claimed to be highly independent yet she was scared and alone from inside. She had so many doubts and fears regarding being a lady and being good and independent at it.

By now quite some time had evolved and their friendship had gone a little substantial. He had come to know that it was her first year working in a big city all by herself. She had big dreams and had great expectations from her career and her life. She wanted to make friends and have a blast in life. Nothing such turned out. Workplace is not exactly the place you look for “friends”!

He was an interesting personality. Rich but not exactly spoilt; married but not exactly divorced. He lived alone. He dealt in his family business- collecting and selling artifacts. That probably gave him a lot of time to be online, at his age!
One factor was driving them to one single fate- loneliness! Why only them!
At some point they realised they have never seen each other in person! They finally decided to meet up; it was an eventful evening.
They decided to meet at the local coffee house. “I’m in a red santro! I’ll be there in some time.” He sounded more excited than ever. It was after work; almost late evening!
He indeed was rich; a big studio spoke for his artifacts and his wealth. He was indeed alone! He was rather glad to see her in the house.

“Make yourself at home! What would you like to have?”

“I am good, so? How is family?”

She spent all of her remaining energy in bringing up this topic- his family. She never could gather enough of courage to do this for a long time. Once in a while he would mention of them as a distant past!

“Well! You can pretty much see for yourself. Here I am and its me for myself, my family!”

They seemed pretty uncomfortable with each other after that. There were long pauses in the conversations. Where did all the hours of talking go? Was it that some unknown tension was building up between them?

Then came the most obvious and expected ice-breaker!

He came closer to her and held her hands. Normally her hands wouldn’t sweat; today they did!!

“What would you like? You staying over tonight! I should make dinner for you as well?”

She was not exactly caught off guard! She knew he stays alone; she was a young girl visiting a man who was practically a stranger. And she got picked from the road and forayed straight into his house? Huh!
Who decides who is to be blamed? The borderline was that she liked him! He was familiar and comfortable. Why would she be exactly termed a whore? She knew what was best for her! Who decides what turns out in the future in between them? They were already out and very much there for each other. She wanted to talk to him in person; look into his eyes and listen. He wanted to make her a part of his lonely life; taking all the chances and the risks involved whatsoever!

“So? You have lots of girls coming up till here?” She was not expecting all of his honestly.

“Honestly? Honestly yes! But I never had a connection with any of them like the way I do with you.”

He glanced at her; his glance stood for all of his expectations and prayers. She felt like being requested for a big favour.

“You asking me to trust you too much! Don’t you think?”

“Probably yes!” He still couldn’t stop looking into her eyes.

Time was running out! It was night and she was late. Did she want to decide something else? She had no time to consider her own thought process which was now terribly slowed down due to a heavy heart.

He had already grasped her trembling fingers. His fingers were stiffly experienced. He took her down from the couch to the floor. Her lips were trembling too; he locked his to them, so as to console her.

He made love to her. She felt his ghastly manhood violating the cold and crude woman in all her sanctity! She felt an excruciating pain along with the ecstasy; she saw blood.

Red blood marked the start of a long story of indeterminate respite from urbane life!!