{"version":"1.0","provider_name":"technotimes.info","provider_url":"https:\/\/technotimes.info","author_name":"Titas","author_url":"https:\/\/technotimes.info\/index.php\/author\/titas\/","title":"Moving Towards Milly - technotimes.info","type":"rich","width":600,"height":338,"html":"<blockquote class=\"wp-embedded-content\" data-secret=\"DyoOORk5Sd\"><a href=\"https:\/\/technotimes.info\/index.php\/2024\/09\/16\/moving-towards-milly\/\">Moving Towards Milly<\/a><\/blockquote><iframe sandbox=\"allow-scripts\" security=\"restricted\" src=\"https:\/\/technotimes.info\/index.php\/2024\/09\/16\/moving-towards-milly\/embed\/#?secret=DyoOORk5Sd\" width=\"600\" height=\"338\" title=\"&#8220;Moving Towards Milly&#8221; &#8212; technotimes.info\" data-secret=\"DyoOORk5Sd\" frameborder=\"0\" marginwidth=\"0\" marginheight=\"0\" scrolling=\"no\" class=\"wp-embedded-content\"><\/iframe><script>\n\/*! 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If you had asked me why, I would have told you it was because she was happy today. She greeted me with a good morning and a smiley face, even though it was morning for her and a crack of dawn for me. Ah! My dearest Milly, if only I could express how beautiful and lively she is! She adds colour to my boring life. Being in Germany, away from her, taught me one important lesson: Life without her, even in my dream country, is duller than the grey skies of the monsoon. We have known each other for two years, we were an imperfectly perfect high school couple. She was that \u201ctherapist friend\u201d to everyone who knew her, but she had no one to listen to her. That\u2019s when I entered her life, a &#8220;back-bencher&#8221; and &#8220;nobody&#8221; who was terrified of girls. At first, I wanted to be just friends with herbecause she seemed warm and kind enough. But as we started talking, the minutes turned into hours and texts became late-night calls. While talking to her for a week, I realised that she would listen to my problems and give solutions to them, but she never shared her problems. Who was she? What\u2019s her goal? I knew nothing! And so, I tried to be a better listener. Guess what? My Milly can talk. She can talk if you listen to her closely. She told me her likes and dislikes, her oldest friends and childhood, her close-knit family, and her bullies. At first, I was shocked; how can a girl like her have bullies? She is so amicable and so laid-back! Her only reply to that was, \u201cLet bygones be bygones. They have probably forgotten me, and so have I.\u201d But let me tell you, she hasn\u2019t forgotten them to this date. She still cries every time she realises that if she stops being a \u201ctherapist\u201d to her friends, they won\u2019t be friends anymore. She still can\u2019t trust anyone she befriends, let alone have anyexpectations from them. To be honest, when she told me all this, I did take it personally. I mean, I am a great friend! I have a group of friends who are just like me\u2014casual but loyal. But when I heard Milly cry over the phone, I realised how lucky I was to have friends who care for me and don\u2019t use me just to heal themselves. She never got that feeling from anyone. She was taught that in this world, everything is transactional; if you give something, you\u2019ll get something back. But in her case, all she did was give and give. To whom? To vampires who wasted her time and energy and left her when she was most vulnerable. \u201cYou have great friends, S; I wish I had at least one person to call my friend.\u201d She once said, \u201cHey! But I am your friend!\u201d I protestingly replied. \u201cNope, you are different.\u201d She smiled. That\u2019s when I knew that we weren\u2019t \u201cjust friends.&#8221; Soon I confessed to her, and she, fortunately, felt the same way for me, and that\u2019s when we started an actual relationship. Our dating life, while I was in Kolkata was great! We sometimes sneaked out to go for long walksand sometimes went out taking permission from our parents. We went to the malls, and parks, where we picked up ice cream because she loved it. \u201cWhat\u2019s your favourite flavour?\u201d She asked. \u201cUm, you can guess it,\u201d I replied. \u201cPlease tell me it\u2019s cookies-n-cream!\u201d She guessed with hope in her eyes. \u201cGosh! You got me! You read me like a book.\u201d I replied. She was so happy, and from then on, the boy, who used to hate cookies-n-cream, now orders cookies-n-cream-flavoured ice cream just to remember his beloved Milly. Now I wouldn\u2019t say it was always sunny when we were together because we don\u2019t live in a fairytale; we live in the real world. One such argument I remember was when I yelled at her on the phone. Now you must be wondering, \u2018What a terrible guy he is; he yells at a girl, not just any girl, the girl he loves!\u2019 Well, I detest myself for what I did back then. I want to beat up my past self, to be honest. But my Milly didn\u2019t yell back. She just wept. She said, \u201cI am so sorry to make you yell. All I want to know is whether you still love me, even when we are thousands of kilometres apart. You don\u2019t text me often, let alone call me; it feels like only I am carrying this relationship forward. Is it too much for you to handle? Should we take a step back?\u201d \u201cNo, we are not taking a step back. I didn\u2019t mean to yell at you; it was a minor miscommunication between us. We can solve it. Okay?\u201d I said it frantically because I didn\u2019t want to lose her. It was difficult, but we healed together. I learned to put my ego andself-doubt aside and show my love for her more openly. I had to bring out my emotions for her and learned how to be sad with her, but I hate to tell you that she lost all expectations from me after that incident. S: Milly! What are you up to?Milly: I am currently working on my assignments. What are you doing?S: I am thinking about you right now. Do you want to talk tonight?Milly: I can\u2019t; I will be teaching my sister.S: It has been days since we have talked! I miss you so much!Milly: Now you miss me?S: What do you mean, \u2018now\u2019? I always miss you!Milly: When you are free, you miss me. But when you are on vacation in Munich with your friends,you never look at your phone.S: What are you saying? That was just a few days!Milly: It was a whole week."}