Mean and Meaningful

Life's complexities are much more weird than humans can comprehend, and sometime things that you dread are the best for you.
The fact life moves on, is the hope that people grab on to like a red and white cane yet, the satiation some where remains incomplete.
To the most mean and meaningful person it said. A letter that he found in the old pile of his college life, a life that was on the verge of being forgotten, in the corner were he seldom visited in his room. He needed his notes that day a simple micro economics paper he had written that an acquaintance required, some body he hardly knew. She worked at his mom's office, part-time and a student of Economics as well.
He happily had granted her wish. Who would have thought this would lead to a butterfly effect.
It was in his drawer, in a stale brown image that spoke of its age. It was not meant to be there though. He had forgotten about it over these years.
It was his mother who had left it hoping Abhishek would give it a look.

It was written for the most Mean and Meaningful person in her life, along four page examination paper, with neat hand writing. It was written to him four years back, funnily she was not known for her writing ever.
It was her hand writing that caught his eye, and he some how had this tremendous urge of taking the trip that he so did not want to. The trip down the memory lane via the letter route.
The letter was subtle, meant to be read between lines, a letter that was meant to be deciphered like a womens heart.
Some things are not meant by what they mean. It was these subtle innuendos that had kept his hopes alive that he should not have then.
The letter was spoke of the ups and downs of their interaction over time, and what it meant.Was Abhishek 's egotistic attitude really mean, or had she crossed the line between ego and self esteem. This letter was the defense lawyer to her idiosyncrasies but some how the prosecution was spell bound in the mysticism of the arguments put forth.
He started reading ,and for a while had this churning feeling in his stomach, a flash back to the hunky dory days, when every thing in life had this honeymoon effect painted on . But the honey moon effects are not meant to last, and the faster it ends its better,.
it gives the clear picture of what lies ahead.
Then his eyes were blur, today they were wide open and knew some how what happened was best at least for him, but why were they feeling moist today. Did she require the fourth chance, that he did not give her. or was it just a rush of emotion that rushed up like the dormant volcano errupting before it goes dead for another era.
Was she married today? he thought, or was her engagement called off.. was he the reason why it was called off in the first place, was he really the mean guy, or just another person whose self esteem was ravaged.
"Are those you notes in your hand can i have a look , noted the young girl "
No just piece of examination paper for which had not taken good notes he replied,hence i flunked, but the beauty is , is made me take good notes and hence today you can use them.
He gave her his economics notes, while his live's class test was flying in shreds near the dust bin. It had made him aware that the semesters are there to be taken, and the test was important but just another wake up call before , that prepare you for the big thing, Life,
Life's complexities are much more weird than humans can comprehend, and sometime things that you dread are the best for you.