(Continued from previous part…, or refer to the Back To Home series homepage for reading all related posts from beginning).
Many people have asked me the question about current status of my love life with my roommate. So, I am here, concluding this series, which will also settle your curiosity about our relationship status.
Disclaimer and Spoiler Alert : If you are a person like me, who does not like to have sad-ending, please stop reading further. You may assume the series concluded with previous part itself. You can also understand now why I was not very keen to cover it in my eDiary because I did not want to be reminded of the sad moments whenever I visit my eDiary. But this also became a necessity now to answer the question, and for the closure!
After spending some time together during my Delhi visit, which was a refreshing tonic for me, I headed back to my home town with those sweet energizing memories. We enjoyed to the fullest every moment of our being together. This time, every passing by moment was a lot more precious to both of us and we wanted to live our life to the fullest in that moment. Obviously, the long separation of long-distance relationship can only help to strengthen the bonding between two souls, if there is really a strong bonding between the two souls. It worked like a miraculous medicine for us too.
After getting back home, I started getting in regular touch with him through my mobile chats and messages. The call was not so feasible as either of us were hardly getting any private moments to talk freely. There was a promise and a positive hope of re-uniting soon. This hope was essentially all I needed all the time since I came back to my home. Though we tend to connect through voice calls on late nights or odd hours, so that there were little or no interference, but it was not possible to hide it for long from my mom. I did not tell her. But being a Mom (read “Indian Mom”) she was fully alert with her sixth sense, seventh sense, eighth sense… and so on… whenever she noticed anything with slightest concerns about me. There was no way it could have been kept secret from her for longer time. Especially, I believe, my happy-go-lucky mood, lesser mood swings, more and more time on my mobile which always accompanied me almost everywhere now.. were enough signs for her to take a note of ‘something fishy going on’ with me. All these changes in my personality were so dramatic that I started getting more compliments from people around me. My radiance and smile was back. My personality had started getting back on track to being “Normal”, “Fun”, “Jovial”, etc. since I returned back from Delhi this time. It was enough for her to start her investigations as what could bring out such improvements in a short visit to Delhi.
Her reliable source of information in Delhi about anything related to me was my roommate. She had accepted him as her eldest Son, and he too had found the mother’s love and care after getting separated from his family for a long long time ago. The mutual bonding was intact and strong from both side, and both had their reasons to connect. I was the center point of attention for both of them and to this newly developed Mom-Son relationship.
She called my roommate directly without revealing it to me. It was not unusual. She used to call him earlier too as she truly considered him her eldest son. She was concerned for his well-being, and cared for him same way as she was for me when I was away. It was fine as long as there was no competition between him and me, and she did not have to choose one over another. I don’t know how many times exactly did they talk to find out the details and what details my roommate revealed to her about “our relationship”, but I was told by my mom later that she knew what was going on between me and my roommate.
Mom took a decision on her own. She knew she would fail in her attempts if she approached me to “end” this or asked me to refrain from him. It was evident from the Durga Puja incident how important my roommate had become to me that I almost revolted against my parents for the first time in my life and chose to stay away from them. She probably had done all calculations in her mind before deciding how to tackle “this problem”. She knew exactly when and where to attack to win the game.
After a few days of getting “a clear picture of our relationship” from my roommate, she called again her eldest son, my roommate. She thought, it was for the best in the interest of both of us and asked him to make a promise to his “mother” and fulfill her wish in the name of the so called “Mother-Son” bonding between them. She asked him to leave me and disappear from my life for good. She was sure that I should be able to resume my career and social life, and would be able to settle down in the same social structure of so called “straight family with kids” in due course of time when the sole point of “attraction” for me to be in a relationship with another man will disappear. She also asked him to not to reveal anything about this to me ever.
Stupid guy! My roommate, who else? He always teased me with titles such as being childish, emotional fool, immature etc. but when there was a chance to show his maturity and commitment, he failed miserably. He valued Mom over me. He chose Mom, but not me. I always found him a man honest to his words, and that’s the very reason I started trusting him and his love for me. And he is still honest till date.
It was hardly a month after I returned home and I started getting surprises one after another. Initially his replies stopped for my text messages sent to him. For a couple of days, his replies were trimmed down to texts like “I am busy”, “I will you call you later”.. which were standard text messages on most of the smartphones when you reject an incoming call. Two days later, the blue-tick for “read-receipt” in WhatsApp also stopped appearing. No, I was not blocked by him, but my messages were not getting read. It triggered a panic situation for me. Next morning, his mobile phone number was “out of network coverage area” and continued to be out of network coverage area until it stopped working. That number was allotted to a new subscriber later.
He is still missing for me. He truly kept his promise this time too, (except for the one he made to me) and completely disappeared from my life.
I keep wondering, why do such people start a relationship, when they cannot, for whatsoever reason, keep their commitment intact. What does a commitment mean? Do the definitions change with time? Who the hell gave him an authority to take a decision and act upon it when it involved two of us.
Where am I wrong for being punished this way? Who is more wrong, my Mom, him or I (for trusting him and his words and giving him a chance to secure that place in my life)?
It was about two lives.. ruined together with a wrong decision!
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