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My Friend Angel

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Published: Jan 4, 2011

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when I first met her, I didn't like her at all..

Always laughing loudly over silly things,
talking loudly....She was just a walking talking human
noise pollution....

We used to Work together and after finishing work late at night,
we used to walk to the train station together.

Those moments after work was always the best moments of the day for us.

No matter how buys or stressful the work would be, After work,
we would forget everything and talk about different nice things
on our way back to the train station.

Sometimes, I would be very tired and quiet but angel would keep talking non stop to me.

One time, I teased her about something and she got really angry and didn't move
from the middle of the road.

It was nearly midnight and  and if we didn't hurry up, we would have missed
our last train..

I begged her to run but she refused.

then I had no choice left. I held her hand and dragged her.
At first she tried to stay right where she was but

then she just came with me staring at me like a little child...

We ran really fast and managed to catch the last train before
it left the platform.

After that day, "Holding Hands" became a regular thing.

Sometimes, If other ppl from work came with us, We wouldn't hold
hands but else it always happened.

One day at work, Someone made a nasty comment about her to me
and I got really angry at that person.

I grabbed the color of his shirt and warned not to repeat it again...

After that day, People started to talk about our relationship behind
our back and assume things.

Everyone started to notice that we go home together through the alley
ways to the train station instead of the main road.

I was the one who always took her through the alley ways because
it was quieter than the main roads with lots of noisy vehicales.

One Thursday night on our way to the station, she kept laughing
like a mad girl over nothing and was making lots of noise.

I couldn't understand this sudden change in her behaviour.
She was walking too close to me that night and talking too much than usual.

Because she was so close to me, I could even smell the shampoo of her hair.
Not just that, When she breathed, I smelled something strong and intoxicating.

It was Alcohol.

I asked her if she was drunk, she said "YES"

Someone gave her alcohol at work and she gulped it down.

I had never seen her drink before. It was probably her first time.

She kept saying that she is frustrated with life.

She missed her family back home in Nepal.

She kept saying : "I am a loser.. I came to Australia to have a good career.
To make my family proud and
all I am doing  is  studying a stupid hospitality course and working as a waitress.
Do u know how bad People think
of waitresses?"

I tried to ssshhhh her...

Tried to explain to her that no job is small or big and that
she should be proud of the fact that she is
supporting her studies by working hard.

But the alcohol inside her had closed both her ears but opened her
mouth wide and words were just overflowing out
of her...

She kept saying How much she loved her teaching job back home in Nepal
and how she felt proud when her students gave her respect and
called her "angel Miss.."

although very young in age, She was already teaching grade 9 and 10.

She seemed too sad now although she was laughing earlier
(probably to hide her feelings..)

We had finished work too early that night so we still had an hour
left for the last train.

I took her to the nearby park.

I sat on the park bench and she rested her head on my lap and felt
asleep after 10 seconds...

I kept stroking her head.

There she was.. my angel sleeping on my lap.

I had never seen her so closely... May be I had but never
noticed her beauty and innoence so up close

because everytime  we were together, we were either working
or running to catch the train or talking....

never was there complete silence and serenity like this between us.

I took my lips towards her face.......

Then suddenly I remembered that she is drunk...and I stopped.

I wasn't sure If I was in Love with her or not....
no doubt that there were some feelings from both sides
but this was the wrong time to bring them up.

After Half an hour, I blew on her eyes gently and wake her up..

The night was growing darker and quieter.

She opened her eyes and panicked, asked me what time it was.

I tried to calm her and told her that we need to run to
the station if we didnt' want to miss the last train.

We caught the last train and I went all the way near her house
to make sure she got home safely.

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The Next Day

I met her. She was back to normal.

Same annoying, talkative angel

When I tried to talk to her about the previous night, she seemed to remember nothing.

I was very very disappointed.

I was a bit hurt by the fact that she came so close to me when she was drunk
but wouldn't remember anything when she sobered up..

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Because of few problems, I had to quit my job and I heard that
Angel quit after a week too.

She had deactivated her Facebook account and told everyone that
she is never ever going to open it again

as she was sick of it and now there was no communication between
us as we never talk in phone.

One day she came online in msn and asked how I was.

I told her that I am fine.

Someone had told her that My visa had expired and that
I had gone back to Nepal.

She asked me if its true and I told her it is...

And also lied to her that I am getting married soon.

She was really excited and asked me to show her the picture of
the girl that i am getting married to

I told her that its in my facebook.

She went on facebook and activated again just because
she wanted to see the picture.

She complained later saying she didn't find any....

I blocked her after that.

Another incomplete story of my life....

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But no matter how things turned up, I will always miss walking (running)
through those alley ways to the train station
to cath the last train holding her hand.

Those pretty night with bright stars all over
the sky looking at us from up above..

Those rainy nights where I gave her my hoodie so that
she wouldn't get wet and sick and her demanding that I put it on her myself.

Her saying again and again that " I am a princess and
u better treat me like one."

Those silly fights between us....

fights.....

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26 dec 2010 after midnight
written at Melbourne Tullamarine Airport to kill time before
catching my flight to Sydney early that morning.
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