The Boy I Have Never Talked

                                 

“The pumping function of the heart is accomplished via coordinated contraction and relaxation of cardiac myocytes that comprise the myocardium.” It’s the physiology class going on in our medical college.

I was listening to the class sitting in the first row; he was also listening, sitting in the first row, but on the other side.

We used to come to college daily, as usual, as other students do. We know each other as classmates, but we never talked. We used to laugh at the jokes made by backbenchers, write exams, give seminars, participate in college events, but we never spoke to each other.

He was tall; I’m not; he was chubby with a beautiful smile on the face. He was not a talker, me too. I know he exists in the class, but I never stared at him. He was just like any other boy to me, in the class of 200 students.

We were excited to learn new things in the medical field, and we studied from Chaurasia’s anatomy to Das surgery. We have completed our internship in the same hospital but in different wards interacting with different patients.

 I never even felt the need to talk to him, maybe he too.

I saw him taking pictures with his father during our graduation day. I was also busy taking pictures with my parents. We were happy in our respective lives.

After college, he settled in the U.S, got married to a beautiful girl. I, too, got married to the person I loved. As years passed, on a New Year’s Eve, I happened to see the what’s app status of one of our common friend, that the boy was spotted dead during boat rafting.

I was baffled with the news. Tears filled my eyes.

He was not my lover; he was not even a friend to me; he was just a classmate.

 I felt guilty that I missed the chance to talk to him when I had time. I didn’t even smile when he looked at me.

 I remember regret is more powerful than gratitude.

This is where most people go wrong. Nothing goes unnoticed.

Think when you hurt someone, that our lives are temporary. In trying to run the race, we never noticed the individual beside us.

                                      

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