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| It was She. Part-5 |
| Wednesday, August 6, 2008 |
The Aberration
13 days after the letter
Raj was restless to get a reply from her. He kept refreshing his mailbox just to be disappointed. It was not going to be a long wait, he was hopeful.
On the 13th day after he dispatched the letter, he received an email. He read it at least 100 times
"Hi Raj,
Who are you…… how did you get my address. Please don’t create any problems for me.
Do I know you…. I admit I am overwhelmed by your letter but…… I don’t even know you" Have we met ?....
Tell me everything about yourself.
Mail back.
-BIIIIIII"
They exchanged a couple of mails. It was established that they were friends.
It was June 26 when she told it was her birthday while he was chatting with her.
She asked "So, what’s on my birthday? It’s today"
Raj "OMG, you should have told me earlier. I am leaving, bye and check your mail after sometime."
He logged off and ran to his hostel room, said sorry to his diary, tore a page from it and typed in the first poem that he had written for her and sent it.
Next day he got a mail
"Raj,
I can’t express how I feel. It is the best birthday gift I have ever received. I can’t believe someone could love me this much.
This is my cell number.
Thank you for this and I … well.. I really feel as the most beautiful girl in the world"
He spent hours in the computer lab just to read it as if trying to compensate his years of disappointments with this moment of fulfillment.
Raj threw a party for his hostel friends. A treat, which no one knew the reason for. They didn’t mind, so didn’t Raj.
Tired of sitting and conjecturing the past, Raj felt an urge to relive the moment. He went downstairs to get his laptop and a cigarette.
He came running back on roof and searched his rediff mailbox again to read the mails.
It was the same feeling. Seemed, he was transported to the corner seat of his computer lab, 5 years back, same lisp, same beats, same moist eyes and the same cunning smile,
A smile that insinuated him "Incorrigible, you romantic fool".
They had started exchanging SMS. Every time his Siemens A-21 beeped, he rushed to see the message.
Most of the time, cursed the shameless promoters and the long "Opening Inbox" message of his cheap mobile.
A month had passed and he, first time in 3 years since he left home, actually got excited to get back for vacations.
Amidst of his exams he got that SMS from her.
"I won’t be in the city and would be back after 2 months."
It didn’t deter him. He pressed and found out which city she was, but nothing else.
She replied back "Don’t ask, Best of luck and please don’t try to contact me, please."
He called up on her cell only to find someone else asking him not to trouble her again.
His exams were over and he was at his hometown. He hadn’t heard from her for 2 weeks now.
He made an excuse at home and went to Ranchi. There she was, somewhere.
Ranchi, 2003
4 days passed. He was at his hostel roomie’s residence. He thought "how foolish of me to do this?"
Dejected, on the planned departure day, he leisurely picked up the newspaper on the table and was looking for sports section when he got startled to see an image.
"How can it be? Oh my good. It’s a sign."
He saw her snap in the supplement paper.
He called up home and said "Mom, I would come later, not tonight."
He called up the writer of the article where she had posed as a model. She refused to knowing her. He called upon the number given on the supplement and pretended to be all kind of person to get her contact number- police, journalist, correspondent, modeling agent, an estranged family. He couldn’t get through.
2 days more- nothing. Finally, he asked his friend to come with him to collect the bus tickets.
He was sitting in the pillion seat of the bike. Hardly 500 meters away from his friends place, he saw a girl in a Van passing by. He could just see her tresses.
Raj: "Mate, drive adjacent to the van"
Kam:"Dude, this is my street, don’t bring disrepute to me. You will find many to chase once we get on Firayilal"
Raj: "Just cross the van slowly, please, please, please".
Kam: "Okay."
Yes, it was she…again.
He felt tricked, exhausted by the pranks providence was playing with him.
They followed her 30 miles away from city, waited outside an apartment in the outskirts for 2 hours till he saw her coming and take the route back.
Not to mention, Raj financed the gasoline charges and promised a lot of goodies for his friend in return of the favor.
Half an hour later, she stepped into city centre’s Punjabi sweet corner. Kam tried out all the sweets that he never heard of or couldn't pronounce while Raj had coffee and chilled cola together.
He couldn’t gather courage to approach her. She was with family, it seemed.
Tomorrow! He decided after finding her place just at a long jump distance.
Next morning after waiting for 3 hours she came out and went to a grocery store.
He inhaled all the oxygen his lungs would require in a matter of few moments and went inside.
On her back he said "Hi, ummmuhh, Hi" You recognize me?"
"Well, please stop this for heaven's sake. You followed me last day, do you have any idea, how much trouble does it spell for me?
"Okay... Listen just one thing.. Give me 1 minute, please."
"Shut up and go,"
"Listen; Meet me at Kaveri tomorrow, 4. I will wait. Please, just for a few minutes."
She was gone and never turned up.
Forlornly, he scissored the newspaper to take her snap, thanked his friends and headed home.
On his way back, he thought of drugging himself to unclutter his mind from the thoughts but sense prevailed.
He called up home and said cheerfully "Mama, sorry, it was my friend's birthday, I am coming home."
-DLabels: Let's Talk Love, Turn The pages |
posted by Dheeraj @ 8:39 PM   |
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ye dardnak hai.. jara sa filmy ho raha hai...but good read..
no more comments.. as tumne ashikon ke dil jo dard paida kiya hai uske chalte muh se aawaj nahi aa rahi hai... gala rundh(bhar) sa gaya..
but still, like raj..I will wait to more..
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I found Part 5 a lil astonishing .. May be bcz I was so much overwhelmed by reading the love letter...that already imagined what i would do if i ever get this love letter .. ;) So I read part 5 thinking it must be ending now but story has taken another route..
waiting what next..
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Dude..
aur kitna tarpaoge us larke tum . Uska dard dekha nai jata mujhse. After reading part-4 I thought, chalo duniya mein abhi bhi khushaali hai, prem hai. Lekin is ko padhne ke baad mai galat sabit hua..
But i have to say it is the best amongst all your previous blogs.Anxiously waiting for the next part and hoping, tum thoda to reham kahoge us bechaare pe ;)
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ye dardnak hai.. jara sa filmy ho raha hai...but good read..
no more comments.. as tumne ashikon ke dil jo dard paida kiya hai uske chalte muh se aawaj nahi aa rahi hai... gala rundh(bhar) sa gaya..
but still, like raj..I will wait to more..