A girl came up to me crying like a baby, on asking why, she blurted “I broke up with my boyfriend.” “Oh” I said. “It’s tragic” I continued. “When did this all happened?” an obvious question asked by me. “Last year, on this very day” she said between her sobs. I gasped. Well it’s natural to gasp in such matter when you see a girl crying over some jackass who left her. At that very instant I decided to be her godmother. Well, it’s a big word for me but I felt a lot for that pitiable small figure. So, I decided “where does that idiot live”. She looked at me as if I am her savior, trying to save the rocking boat of her love. Partly, she was right. I am going to save not her love but her. She told in broken voice “he lives round the corner. And I am miserable every time I see him. But he doesn’t seem to care. He laughs and roams as I don’t exist.” All this she said in top of her voice without stopping even to take breath. She was visually shaking. I held her tight and told her that everything is going to be fine but we all know that it isn’t going to be fine.
Next day I went “round the corner” and had no trouble of knocking at the door because he was squatting in the verandah. By looking at him, I have to say that I was not at all wrong in calling him a jackass. Let’s proceed to the point, I called him politely. “Hey, I want to ask you something, do you know this address?” I had a slip in my hand as he came closer greedily I slapped him tightly across his face which was soon followed by a punch on his nose. He fell like a heap of dung on the floor and after hearing his girlish shouts, came his mother who was Xerox of him. This didn’t deter me to spat on his face. His mother looked at me shocked and trying to make his fallen son stand she squealed to me “what do you think you are doing? Who are you?” she seemed very polite that made me think she must be aware of her son’s doings. “Well, aunty I am elder sister of shreya and he hit her. Actually abused her.” my tears were enough proof for aunty. “She is lying ma” shouted her son but anger had brewed up in her eyes and she renewed the beating of her son.
When I ended telling all that had happened to Shreya. She said “but he never abused me or hit me. This is wrong. I thought you wanted us to be together.”
“You are never going to be together and deep down you know this and this should not happen because that guy is a sack full of shit and I did you a favor, I showed him his right place, below my heels. I saved you and your rocking boat of love.”
Her confused face told me she didn’t understand so I elaborated “from now, you will fall in love with someone that is in need of your love and that person is yourself.” Her pretty face broke into smile and I realized that I have been successful being a godmother of my little friend who seem no more brokenhearted.