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| It was She, Part 1 |
| Monday, July 21, 2008 |
Life would never be same.
Raj was sitting on the roof-top smoking the cigarette illicitly. His head was spinning because of the unusual fast drags. He couldn't throw it until completely utilized though there was this moment of relief waiting, when cigarette would be thrown away to the neighbor's portico and he would be free from the dangling fear of getting caught.
He always got flooded when he walked on the roof.
He gazed to the east, looked up to the scintillating moon and smiled thinking of the caged frozen hare in it trying to jump out of the beautiful confinement.
A mile away, he could see her house, over the cliffs and through some tall palm trees obscuring what should have been clear and obvious.
There had been hindrances that had come up lately. Taller buildings, battered roads, growing age, passing time... passed time. The time had really passed. He could see through the thick rings of his smoke. The breeze is cool tonight, it was n't then..... 11 years back..
Raj closed the door slowly, ensuring no one knew he was in the drawing hall.
The telephone had a small lock. Dad had locked it after freaking high bills for consecutive months.
He knew how to overcome "this" obstacle. He picked up the receiver and started stroking the cradles in a rhythmic unison.
"tak-tak, tak-tak-tak-tak-tak-tak,tak-tak-tak-tak-tak-tak, tak,tak-tak-tak-tak-tak-tak, tak-tak-tak-tak-tak." He didn’t feel proud or guilty of his art of prison-break. He had to do it. He couldn’t help it. Correct number at first try. Ye it's right.
I can smell the ring of her phone, it's her place for sure.
His beats were ready to blow his ribs.
"Hello" after 11 rings..
A Deep sigh. It's not she. He was relieved for that moment and depressed the very next.
"Hello, Hello.. who is this...? Please don't call here. Don't you have to pay for your bills?"
"Technically No." he reassured himself.
No, it's not she. He knew
Raj kept the receiver back on the cradle.
"I could have actually waited for 36 more seconds. It all costs the same." he cursed himself.
"It was the same time, she picked yesterday. Where is she? This is my 15th call." Raj calculated.
After the great telephone-lock episode, he had imposed a self- restraint compromising his rights to follow his heart and showing his concern about dad's expenditures.
"The middle path, as Buddha preached. I can make 5 calls from Abhi's place and 3 from sis’, 5 from Nish's place. Of course, I can spare two coins from booth."
"But where is she? Why isn't she picking the call up anytime?
Let me check out. Shit, it's too hot and windy outside. There is no way she would be even in verandah. It never hurts to try."
Assuming, there was zero chance to hit her, he didn’t decorate his clumsy face or changed his not-so-clean shirt.
He took his bicycle in the hissing sun.
He could see someone moving in the verandah as he approached her house. Too scared to validate the image in his mind- he sped his bike running past the home with an unsuccessful obtuse-angled glance.
Raj just kept driving straight as if pushed by an invisible power as far as he could before he realized he is all sweaty, tired and dry. He stopped to gather his breath.
Turned the bicycle back and took an elliptical route back home to avoid going through the same path again. That costed him 2 more km through dusty roads.
As he reached his home and sat under the guava’s scanty shade he whispered " I am such a waste".
Suddenly, he smiled when he got up and said in a tone audible only to him "Look at me, My shirt is awful and so is my bike, Good I was not seen."
A punch in the air. "Ye, It was She!"Labels: Let's Talk Love, Turn The pages |
posted by Dheeraj @ 8:39 PM   |
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hhhmmmmm....
Budha's preach:Middle Path. But why tha Maxm no of calls from Abhi's Place?
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Hmm .... Nice ..