Finding her!!!

Blink and miss. He saw her now and the next minute she was gone. It was in a restaurant, at the wash basin. Her face on the mirror. He had never seen eyes like those, her face so luminous, the lips that he could picture uttering sweet words. He looked around, looked over the entire place, but could never see her again.

His nights were now filled with dreams. He could feel her, laughing and talking to her friends, her laughter ringing in his ears. He woke up suddenly, he had to see her again. He decided that he will find her. With no name and with only a barely had glimpse of her face, he set out to the very restaurant he had first seen her. He ordered a coffee and waited. He ordered lunch and waited. After two long days of waiting for her, he realised that she may not come there again.

That night, he dreamed again. He could hear her voice, he heard her planning for going to a coffee shop with her friends, even discussing the red tee she is going to wear. He woke up startled. The dreams were so vivid. Was he psychic? Would she really visit the coffee that he dreamed about? He had to find out. He figured out a plan. He decided to write her a note, a note to the girl in the red tee, telling that he wanted to be-friend her. A note that contained his number. "I would really like to be friends with you", he had written and added his number below. Nervously hoping that she would respond and not spur him.

He had arranged for a little boy to deliver the note when that girl comes and then waited for her call on his phone. No new messages or calls. He knew it wouldn't be so easy.

His dreams about her increased, and every time he heard her voice. Her laughter filled his mind. He was slowly getting worried cause she was occupying every waking thought of his and he could not concentrate on anything else. Even when asleep he would dream of her. That is when one night, he heard a name. It was her name, he knew it instantly.

He started looking up for her details on the internet, scanning all profiles on all networking sites. Her name was on his lips always. His anxiety grew each time he opened a profile bearing that name, but then on seeing the picture in it he would be left disheartened. He started question hi sanity, how could he believe that the name he heard in his dream could be hers. Before he could raise more questions about how absurd everything was, he hit upon it. It was the profile, the one that he was searching for. It was the very girl. The same luminous face and pretty eyes. The face that eluded him for so long. It was her.

Her mail address was available on her profile. He immediately mailed her and couldn't believe his eyes when she had replied. He decided to mail her often and not rush to meet her. His e-mails to her were promptly replied to, but always remained blank. But just the fact she was reading them, gave him happiness. And finally after a week of mailing, he asked for her number and address. To this also the reply was a blank.

He didn't know where things were going and with every blank mail, that once livened him up, he could feel the dread setting in. Unable to bear the silence, the maddening thoughts, he wanted to be rid of the pain inside. He found a knife and slit his wrists.

The ambulance sirens were roaring loud. The patient was unconscious due to loss of blood. The doctor assured the anxious parents that things will be alright. They realised where it had all gone wrong and could not stop lamenting that they should have known that something was wrong.

It had started when their daughter received an anonymous note from someone who wanted to talk to her. From that day she had complained that she felt like she was being stalked. Her fears came through when the she started receiving mails from that same unknown, professing his love for her. She never knew how he knew so much about her, and that worried her the most. Every night after that was pure nightmare and she could be heard talking in sleep, sometimes laughing and sometimes sad.

In an act of desperation, she had finally slit her wrists.

Suddenly from his trance he awoke. The pain in his wrists was now unbearable. He realised he was in a hospital, surrounded by equipment and blinding lights. He wanted out of his agony and yet he found himself in greater pain now. A nurse near him noticed that he was awake. She immediately rushed to the doctor that the patient was now conscious.

Within minutes the room was filled with anxious faces. Wading through the crowd the doctored moved in. He enquired how he was feeling. But something was not right cause the doctor was using a different name. The name of THAT GIRL.

He protested, saying he was not who they thought he was. Mistaken identity he claimed. Suddenly a lady in the crowd ran towards him, crying and calling him. Again with that girl's name. the pressure was too much for him. He fell unconscious again.

When he woke up the doctor was with him. He was talking to him gently asking him his name. And then he showed him the girl's picture. He recognised her and told the entire story to the doctor.

The doctor was now convinced. He gave him a mirror in his hand and told him that being in the hospital has paled him. Unassumingly he looked in. To his shock, the girl was looking at him. He looked around but couldn't find her. He looked again, afraid of what he might see.

It was her again.

His world started spinning around. He cried out in pain. Something was very wrong.

The doctor calmed him down and gave him a shot in his arm. The medicine worked quickly and he soon drifted off to sleep.

As he lost consciousness he heard the doctor's voice announce, "It's a classic case of Split Personality".

Inspired by the story of Narcissus..