Something About Nothing

She wanted to meet him.Why?She never thought about it.Actually she knew the answer but never gave it much attention.And one fine day they met.She said a meek Hi to which he did not respond.She knew by meeting her he was doing her a favor but never expected him to make her realise this with his behavior.She was getting kind of numb and was trembling a bit when they met.She thought probably he was also going through the same state.She noticed his face was expressionless.No smile, no warmth in his eyes as if he was under some obligation.
They spoke about everything but themselves.That short meeting got over soon.And he said Bye to her,it was the driest 'Bye' she had ever heard in her life.She replied and went away.
She was surprised at the illusion she had of him and the real him.She had always thought of him as a courteous guy,though he was so but far away from her image of his.She was aware of her misbehaviors and thought probably she deserved such behaviorfrom him.For a moment she kept herself at his place and thought that she would have never left her basic warmth.
She was disturbed not because of difference in real him and the image but coz she had lost her friend of illusion for good,that image which understood her completely and accepted her the way she was.She was doubting her sense of judgement about others.Then her cell beeped'It was a pleasure meeting you.'
This statement teased her,coz she knew it was sheer lie, a statement said for the sake of saying without meaning it.She did not respond,she was leaving that alien city and was leaving much more behind her, a person whom she was so fond of,whom she treated as she wished,was an illusion,mere illusion.
She was not sad but numb which was her most natural state in ecstacy and pain.She left and he remained as inexpressive as he always was.