#4
Anyone who knew Steffi had not seen her or heard about her for the past two years since her graduation. It was just a handful of random people who had nothing to do with their identity they showed to the real world. While her friends from college still wondered about her absence, she chose to be away from being normal. Passing out as a topper from the college and getting placed in one of the best companies in the country at a salary that no experienced professional can even think about, the last thing anyone would expect is her to abscond.
She had found refuge in many things during the course of time since her college life ended. Ecstacy was all she wanted. Ecstacy is all that she experienced. She had confined her identity to just a voice that is heard over a phone call. No one knew how she looked, no one knew what she felt. Steffi was the talk of the town. A town that remained virtual. Anyone who entered that virtual world considered it to be a black hole that sucks them forever. An alarm clock app that had become something more than what it should be.
Many a people who started off the conversation as strangers ended up in one night stands or as photos in private messages. Steffi held her principles high and did not give up into the sexual ecstasy. Instead, she was carried away by the care and attention that she received. She never had a better reception every day and the other, even at her house where she used to go all once in six months. As the modern entrepreneurs say "three months in a startup is like 3 years in a traditional company". Same was in the case of this virtual world. Three days in the there were three months in real time.
The addiction was that high that any user who creates an account stays within the 5-inch mobile screen instead of the four walls that surround him. Steffi was no exception. The extremely intellect lady had now attracted many with her voice and shrewdness this time. As silky as an edible oil, Steffi managed to slip out of the hands of anyone who wanted to get close to her burying deep a few of her interests. She was thoroughly enjoying the stranger's spotlight. Few of them who managed to become her closest friends understood that there is some tale of misery that she is coping up with. No one could figure out what. " Staying drugged and high was is my refuge ", she confessed to one of her friends in there for the first time since being there for two months already. There was no why in any of the conversation she had with anyone. An intelligent yet smart scholar was so professional in making the close-ended questions open.
A few of them who know her asked her to take up the role of a recruiter while a few others to take up sales. Exponentially commendable convincing skills and her strength in numbers were the best traits. With her unique boxed laugh, she slipped away from those compliments as well. The next three months for her was a roller coaster that she alone knew. Her identity was a well-protected secret as that of a CIA agent in Russia. Once the cover is blown, there is always a list of stones unturned, thereafter. Steffi had found a lover boy in few of her closest strangers but she chose to remain apprehensive in taking those relationships further.
Into the crowd whenever a stone is thrown, there is always one person who gets hit. It is the perspective that decides that if he was chosen or was he to be hurt. Among the worker bee's that surrounded a queen bee, there was one. Another stranger from another mother, who had nothing to do with any people whom he met. Contradictory to his screen name, the lover boy confessed himself to be Rustam, a creative lad from central Kerala. Steffi had a theory to explain when asked about the identity. "Anything that I say is true, but I choose what is to be said". The smart yet provocating theory never made Rustam be skeptical in whatever she said. They synced more than the radio waves that syncs with a music track, they left it to the destiny to decide what the confessions should be about.
Into the crowd whenever a stone is thrown, there is always one person who gets hit. It is the perspective that decides that if he was chosen or was he to be hurt. Among the worker bee's that surrounded a queen bee, there was one. Another stranger from another mother, who had nothing to do with any people whom he met. Contradictory to his screen name, the lover boy confessed himself to be Rustam, a creative lad from central Kerala. Steffi had a theory to explain when asked about the identity. "Anything that I say is true, but I choose what is to be said". The smart yet provocating theory never made Rustam be skeptical in whatever she said. They synced more than the radio waves that syncs with a music track, they left it to the destiny to decide what the confessions should be about.
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