It�s
beginning
of winter season but a pleasant evening in the airport, Mumbai, INDIA
around 4pm. I drove here to drop my friend for the return flight to
his home town. Sorry I forgot to introduce myself, I�m
Ramchandar alias Ram, working in a MNC developing software
applications; basically, from south India but settled in Mumbai for
the past 4+ years. When I�m about to leave the parking space, I
saw this young girl standing not too far from my sight, may in a
confused state, kicking the floor in disappointment, hitting her
forehead with palm, Breathing rapidly to bring the mind to a calm
state. She called someone from her mobile phone, but it seems the
other person either did not pick her call or their mobile is not
reachable. There�s another reason why I�m glancing at
this girl, is that she�s wearing a sweat shirt on which my
Office�s emblem & name printed. So, she must be working in
the same Company that I work but from a different city. May be is it
that she has landed in Mumbai, waiting for someone to pick her up but
in vein?
Being
a responsible
human being, myself is, wish to assist that girl in case she needs
some help. I did not move my car, instead took the similar sweat
shirt with Office logo printed, that was kept on the backseat of the
car, wear it as well took my Office identify card and walked towards
her.
�Hi,
looking
for some help?� She gave a puzzled look at me, hesitates to
talk initially but once I showed the ID card as well company logo
printed sweat shirt,
�Megha�
she responded to my hand shake with a smile.
�Nice
name;
So, Megha is working in which city?� I gave my visiting card
too to her.
�Bangalore,
Ramchandar� She read my name from the card.
�Call
me Ram;
so, are you looking for someone, Megha?�
�Yes,
myself
new around here, I have only one friend, but her mobile is not
reachable; Was so busy with my new assignment, I forgot to inform her
in advance that I�m coming today�
�Do
you know
her residential address?�
Megha
didn�t
answer but I can see her eyes getting wet which she hides turning on
the other side.
�Ok
�Megha,
you need a place to stay, right?�
�Yes,
but�
Megha again tried to call her friend but that number still is not
reachable.
�Is
she online
in whatsApp?�
�This
number
doesn�t seem to be a whatsApp number, this may be only for
voice calls, I guess� Her voice trembled a little. If I
continue my interrogation, she may start to weep, I felt. Megha looks
quite beautiful, slim, neatly dressed, gold earrings; a nose stud
that she worn adds much beauty to the already beautiful girl.
�No
worries,
you can stay with me, Megha; be my guest�
She
hesitated while
I insisted that it�s much better than staying somewhere alone,
in a city like Mumbai, where she doesn�t know the local
language Marathi.
I
know she may not
feel comfortable but there�s no other better option with us at
that time. We went to the car where I gave her another visiting card
of mine, showed my email ID, mobile phone, designation and took her
to my apartment. On the way, I inquired about her assignment details.
Seems she�ll be here in Mumbai for a 5-day training program at
Shivaji Maharaj Road Office. I consoled her that it�s the same
Office where I work from and that I can take her there comfortably,
so not to worry. Seems she was little relaxed. I played some soft
music in my audio system to make her feel normal.
After
a 40 minutes�
drive in the traffic, we reached my spacious apartment. I showed her
the room asked to fresh-up while I prepared dinner � fresh
roti, vegetable side dish and hot milk for both of us. We spoke a
little about Office, work-related stuff and finished dinner. I wished
Good night, ensure she locked her room door and then came back to my
bed. Let�s see how the day goes tomorrow onwards but I felt
some unknown happiness around me.
The
next day
morning, I got up little early than usual and jumped into my morning
routines. It was quite difficult to concentrate on yoga exercises.
Was everything ok with Megha � is what I wanted to know.
Eagerly was waiting for her to come out. Just around 8 am, Megha came
out bearing a fresh look, already must have taken a bath, casually
dressed but same attractive pleasant looking appearance.
�Good
morning�
Megha smiled.
I
responded with a
�Happy morning� wish and offered her a cup of Coffee.
�So,
Ram does
yoga on daily basis?� she asked while sipping the Coffee.
�Yep,
few
asana, almost daily at 7.30; what�s your hobby, Megha?�
�I
do
painting, poetry�
�Oh,
that�s
lovely; tell me any that you may have written�
�Will
send �
later, please, not now, I � I � suddenly if ask, can�t
recollect�
�Ok,
no
problem, what else Megha do?�
�I�m
very much interested in gardening and composting�
Megha
went into
happier mode while she talks about this garden & compost topic.
It seems that�s a great give back to the environment by
composting kitchen waste instead of dumping into the ground. I agreed
to her point and move inside to get ready to Office. In next 10
minutes, that appear so long for me, dressed neatly and came outside;
Megha prepared bread toast for both of us.
�Sorry
I
didn�t ask � is OK I made bread toast? �
�Absolutely
fine Megha, no problem, just feel free�
�This
is for
you� She gave a plate with 4 slices of bread stacked upon.
�How
come this
is so soft, what special that Megha do?� inquired after eating
a few bites.
�I
add a few
drops of milk on top before toast it, so � you like?�
�Yes,
its
yummy, Will try that way next time; Usually nearby Office you get all
types of breakfast, sandwich, omelet, idly dosa, you name it, you�ll
get it�
�Wow,
at
Bangalore too, almost everything�
�In
fact,
Megha, if you have money, no matter what where when, you�ll get
what you demand�
�Absolutely
right�
We
finished our
breakfast. While Megha picked the plates and kept in kitchen sink, I
poured coffee in 2 cups; we drank and came down to parking by 9am;
sail through the traffic, we reached Office after an hour, took Megha
to my work location in 3rd floor, explained the
Office
facilities, in brief; The person whom she need to meet here is
sitting in 5th floor; Introduced Megha to him,
informed
her to come to my place if when she needs something and I�m
back to my desk � but sitting idle, not able to concentrate on
my regular activities, dreaming yesterday�s scene of how it
happened to meet Megha.
�What?
Get
into work� The voice from my inside started making fun of me.
�I
know you
please keep quiet� answered him.
�How
about a
tea, shall we?�
�We
just had
coffee at home, right?�
�But
my
friend, will we not go for a tea the moment we reach Office,
everyday?�
�That�s
different, but now ... Megha may come anytime, so � can�t
move anywhere now�
�Can�t
move anywhere? Man, I need to pee, getup, fast�
�Hold
it for
some more time�
�Its
winter
and I can�t, please understand�
I
was in a dilemma �
whether to move or sit still.
�I
suggest,
getup, take a leak and come fast, what say?�
I
ran to restroom,
not sure if I washed my hands, quickly came back, sat at my seat
looking towards the door.
�Is
everything
ok, Ram?�
�Shut-up
and
don�t disturb anymore�
�You
idiot,
that�s not me, someone else talking to you�
I
immediately turned
around and saw my colleague smiling with a strange look.
�Hi
Syed, Good
Morning, how you are doing?�
�I
waved
twice, you didn�t respond, busy? Or expecting some visitor
today?�
�No,
no, I�m
good, normal, and fine, just another big � �
Megha
entered the
floor. I acted as if typing something on my laptop to give an
illusion to her that I�m a active person at Office.
�Hi,
busy?�
shaking my chair, she asked.
�Hi,
no busy
for you Megha, so � KT started?�
�Yet
to, He
went for a break, thought I �.�
�She
seems
missed you, my friend� I heard my inner voice interrupting my
thoughts.
�Where
will we
get coffee here?� soon Megha asked, I took her to the
cafeteria.
�You
just
said, 3 minutes back, that we had Coffee at home, isn�t it?�
ignored my inner voice�s comments.
�Want
to try
cardamom or ginger tea? Or filter coffee � which one you
prefer?�
�As
per your
suggestion�
I
ordered 2 cardamom
tea, and biscuits. We eat, drink, chat for a while and returned to
our respective work places. Days just fly by, Megha slowly entered
inside of me and occupied my thoughts completely. Whatever I happen
to do, someway or other is always relate to Megha. I feel something
quite unnatural when Megha is not around; not sure if � if is
this �
�Yes,
you are
completely blown off by Megha� my inner voice again.
�I�m
normal�
�No,
you
aren�t�
�How
you say?
What did I do earlier that I cannot do now? Or vice versa�
�Simple,
what
day is tomorrow?�
�Tomorrow
is �
Tomorrow � Megha ��
The
moment I took
Megha�s name, my inner voice started to giggle.
�Yes,
Ram,
Tomorrow need to fly back, KT completed today� Megha informed
me while leaving from Office.
I
neither expect
this nor can digest. But anyway, she needs to go back; some day or
the other. What if I get some remembrance gifts for Megha is the
lightning thought came to my mind. I took her to a shopping mall,
bought her a few apparels and a watch.
�Remembrance
is remembrance about Mumbai right?� my inner voice as usual
poked me which I ignored.
�Why
�
why � why these now, what�s the necessity?� again
ignored my inner voice.
�You
are not
listening�
�Yes
I�m,
will ignore whatever whenever you talk about Megha�
Megha
step back and
looked at me in a disappointed face.
�What
Megha,
what happened?�
�You
are not
listening�
Oh,
I must have
confused her voice for my internal voice. �You Idiot� I
scolded myself.
�Sorry,
please
tell me now�
�Why
these
gifts now? What�s the necessity?� she asked.
�Friendship
day gifts�
�Friendship
day is already over, 4-Aug�
�Yes,
but I
didn�t gift you anything on 4-Aug, right?�
�How
can you
gift me when we do not know each other on 4-Aug?�
�Exactly,
now
I know Megha, so I�m gifting �� pulled her hands
and went inside the Punjabi restaurant for dinner.
�Keep
distance� my inner voice warned me which I didn�t mind
listening. We finished dinner, returned to the apartment and went to
our respective rooms. I was strongly feeling that I�m missing
something. I sent a �Good night� message to Megha, though
I wished in person, just a few minutes back.
�It�s
a
deal, if she didn�t reply back in the next 1 minute �
that means� my inner voice still is awake.
�That
means
she may have slept� I answered to myself.
�But
if when
you can�t, why how should she?�
�Man,
she �
she may be � �
My
voice stopped on
hearing the incoming message�s sound.
�Sweet
dreams�
was her reply; I turned to the dressing table and made a funny face
at my inner voice�s face.
�Happy?�
�Yes,
Yes,
Yes�
�Isn�t
this being what�s called ��
Was
not sure about
that but at the same time, can�t digest the news that she�ll
be leaving �
�Not
leaving,
going back to her place� is my inner voice re phrased my
thoughts.
�Step
back�
It screeched me.
�No
�
No, step aside� It continued screeching but for every such
warning, I move a step towards Megha�s room and knocked at the
door.
Megha
opened the
door, wearing some pink colored night dress.
�Yes
Ram,
anything?�
�So,
when�s
your flight tomorrow, Me � gha�
�Evening
4,
should I reach airport by 2 at least?�
�3pm
should be
fine, sorry and Good night�
She
smiled and I
came back without looking into her eyes, lying in my bed but no
sleep. Tomorrow we have half a day more to spend together. Should I
get few more gifts? Shopping, lunch and then drop her at Airport and
then � I fear to think beyond that point. Why am I like this?
What happened to my � my � am I not a brave young
independent adult spending time happily so far, living my life
without expecting anything from anyone, what happened now? What�s
the problem now? What�s the solution? Why can�t I go to
beach evening tomorrow, play football with the other old buddies
there? Also I can eat my favorite cheese vada and a ginger tea? I try
to divert my mind but not sure how easy it is to execute whatever I
plan.
Being
it a Saturday,
my alarm didn�t ring and hence woke up lately by 7.30am. Must
have slept very lately, as my eye lids weren�t ready to
separate. Slowly I came to senses, heard some Krishna bhajan played
in the TV; remembered Megha leaving today, finished my morning duties
fast, and came out of my room. Saw Megha already woke up, sitting in
the couch, solving Sudoku puzzle published on that day�s
newspaper. Neither of us exchanged a Good morning wish but just a
smile.
�You
like to
have bread toast?� Megha asked
�Yes,
with
milk spread, to make it soft please, possible?� I replied
�Sure,
why
not? And To drink you prefer coffee or tea?�
�That�s
fine; I�ll do it for both, no problem�
�No,
today you
are free from kitchen duties, I�ll do it, anyway tomorrow
onwards, the entire kitchen is yours�
Yes,
you won�t
be here, leaving me, right? You�ll forget me? Will your busy
schedule force you to forget Mumbai? Any possibility I stay somewhere
around your thoughts? Can I call you? If I call, will you recognize
me, or should I introduce myself? Will you keep my number in your
mobile or delete from your contacts? but will you delete me from your
memory too? In case if I come to Bangalore, can we meet somewhere?
Will you invite me to your house?
�Hey
�
Ram�
There�s
a
beautiful song from that Indian movie, it goes like �.
�Hey
�
Ram�
Thank
you for the
love you showed, thank you for the memories you gave, Thank you for
the �.
Megha
came near and
tap my shoulder
�Hey
Ram, it�s
the 3rd time I�m calling you�
�Yes
Megha,
sorry I lost in some �. Nothing, sorry�
Bread
toast &
Coffee were ready at the dining table. Also, I noticed a gift box
sitting in the middle of dining table.
While
we sat chat &
eat together, Megha pushed that gift box towards me.
�That�s
for you, Ram�
�What�s
this Megha?� I�m surprised by her action.
�Open
and see�
A
silver bracelet
with �Forget me not� message engraved on it. How can
I? was what I thought at that time.
�Like
it?�
She asked
�Wow,
Thank
you but why this ��
�Friendship
day gift�
�Friendship
day is already over, 4-Aug�
We
both laughed
remembering the same dialogue spoken yesterday. Megha helped me wear
the bracelet in my hand. I thanked as well embraced; Explained the
plan to go for some shopping, followed by lunch and then to Airport.
She agreed and we got ready to leave.
I
wore my always
favorite lucky Yellow colored kurta. Thought if some luck strikes,
some changes in plan happen so that Megha can stay back � was
my expectation. The moment I exit my room and so does Megha from her
room, we blushed out seeing each other.
�Same
pinch�
Megha pinched my hand.
�What
it
means?� I asked rubbing the place where she pinched.
�When
2 people
wear same color cloths, that�s same pinch� She explained.
And
yes, yellow
being my favorite color; I bought her a yellow colored dress
yesterday which she wares.
�Ok,
let me
change� I tried to get in my room.
�That�s
ok� Megha pulled my hand and stopped me, �why can�t
we both wear the same colored dress? Unless you dislike ��
she spoke in low decibel.
�I
like the
way it happened�
We
came out, happy
about the matching outfits but at the same time, feeling sad that
Megha leaving Mumbai in the next few hours. Took her around few
bazaars where she purchased some gifts for her parents; also we
visited a Home garden related exhibition that she very much liked.
When it�s around 1 pm, we went into a vegetarian restaurant for
lunch. The place is not crowded at that time, sat in a corner; I was
literally looking at the beauty of Megha in the yellow top. Of
course, she�s so beautiful whatever dress she wears but today
she looks much adorable in that outfit � is what I felt. As I
was looking her deeply, I mean, I was just literally looking at her
bosom, which were perfect sized, well shaped, round; neither is small
like lemon nor is huge like water melon. While I was deeply focusing
my attention towards her boobs, that I�m not supposed to, Megha
suddenly raised her both hands and start adjusting her hair. I �
I just can�t take my eyes away from that scene. I think this
hair adjusting pose is every girl�s weapon that they always use
to get the opponents attention.
�So
How�s
it?� She asked.
I
should not have
looked there, that much when we were sitting that close; I felt sorry
for my action, manage to act as if I�m looking somewhere else
around the restaurant.
�You
didn�t
answer?� She took my attention back.
�What
�
what Megha?� asked without looking at her again.
She
purposefully
must be doing so � I guess, as she again raised both hands and
start adjusting her hairs. Just a fraction of a second, I took a
quick glimpse of her breasts but immediately changed my sight away
from her.
�Like
it?�
She asked.
�Yes,
in
yellow, it�s pretty, attractive, elegant�
�Yellow?
Where
Yellow?�
Confused
or
distracted I�m, pointed towards the ceiling.
�We
call that
color as red in our city� Megha replied on seeing the roof
design.
I
just make a funny
face, don�t want to see in front, and rolled my eyes around the
things in the restaurant.
�You
said �
yellow � attractive � What�s that?� she
asked again, trying to put some words in my mouth.
�I
thought �
I thought you asked if I like ... but I � I was looking �
�, I�m sure was blabbering but don�t know where to
stop the sentence. Suddenly, Megha got up and sat next to me; took my
right hand, kept it in between her both palms and hold very firmly.
My blood pressure starts shooting up. I feel an electric shock as
well uneasiness but at the same time we both enjoyed the warmth of
the other. At the same time the waiter approached our table for
taking the order.
�What
should
we have today?� asked Megha while tried to pull my hand from
her lock, but she is not ready to free my hands from her control,
turned to the waiter and said:
�5
roti, paneer tikka masala, cucumber raita, desert, anything else
Ram?� flickered her eye lids a few times, she asked me.
�Thank
you and
quick service please� Acknowledging my request, the waiter
moved away.
�Sorry
I
ordered without asking your choice� Megha kissed my palm.
�That�s
ok; I also would have ordered the same, so no problem�
�But
for sure
you discuss with me, asked my choice, before ordering, right?�
�That�s
ok dear, but if you free my hand I can eat�
�Oh�
she
exclaimed as if not aware of that, asked �when did you put your
hand in between my palms?� but didn�t release yet.
�That
when you
were adjusting your silky hair�
She
pinched on my
thighs. We were talking on many other family things, customs etc.
Finished lunch and drive straight to airport, parked the car at the
same place where I met Megha 6 days back. Silence prevailed; neither
we chat nor got down from the car. I know I�m already missing
Megha. Does she also feel the same way? It seems, but didn�t
commit in front. If I didn�t subdue, Megha may miss the flight.
Though that�ll make me happy but Megha�s parents may be
waiting for her at Bangalore.
�So,
Megha ��
�
She
turned at me,
waited for the question but then realized it�s time for her to
move. I brought a hand trolley; kept her bag on it. We walked towards
the entry gate.
�Megha,
did
you call that your Mumbai friend?� I just wanted to soften the
stiff situation around us.
�Yep,
she�s
in Goa, holiday trip�
�Oh,
Also -
You didn�t tell any of your poetry�
There
also, The
sky is blue Dark
clouds
roaming around Cold
weather
prevails But
what I won�t
find is, The
care you took The
affection you
showed Everything
as
memories inside Missing
you
already Please,
forget me
not, See
you someday,
when you want.
Megha
took the
trolley from me, went inside and disappeared. I was just standing
there like a statue, even after her departure from Mumbai, till the
security police asked me to move away.
I�m
looking
for my inner voice to utter some words. But seems, he�s silent,
pushing me to look deep inside for answers. Came to the parking,
drive & reach home. Beach visit, foot ball game, all I planned
but didn�t have energy to do anything. Seems Megha took a huge
slice of me and flew away. The moment I reach home, went directly to
Megha�s room, I mean, the room in my house where Megha stayed,
and fall flat on the bed. I searched for Megha�s fragrance on
the pillow, bed sheet and every nook & corner of the room.
Looked
around to see the things Megha had seen while here. Looks like she
cleaned the room, arranged the books neatly on the shelf, newspapers
stacked properly, dustbin with a fresh black cover, saw a white paper
kept on the dressing table under a paper weight. Grip it quickly and
looked in which I can see a drawing made with ball point pen but not
sure what it was. There were few geometrical shapes viz, lines, arc,
triangle etc. that I can recognize. Megha must have made it for me
but it seems she didn�t have time to finish is what I thought.
Anyway, it�s done by Megha and that is enough for me, to treat
it as a treasure. Took that drawing to my room and stick on the wall
where I can see clearly from my bed.
Megha messaged that
she reached Bangalore safely and is at home. In fact I was waiting
for this message only. We chat for a few minutes. I observed that she
usually goes offline by 10pm; I do not want to take any special
privilege to extend her online presence and hence closed my chat with
a Good night & sweet dreams message but
remain awake till
mid night thinking of various things happened in the last few days.
The next day, I went into kitchen and made bread toast with few milk
drops toppings. Though the output is not that much soft compare to
how Megha made but is tasty, and better than how I made till day.
Thank you Megha � I make a loud noise and felt happy
for
my action. Evening went to airport and stand in the same place where
I met Megha a week back. Though felt ashamed of my own action, but
felt satisfied as well calmness arise inside. Took a rough glance at
the people leaving from Bangalore flight, returned back to my
apartment thinking all the way what Megha must be doing at that time.
I
was not sure
whether I should initiate a chat with Megha or not. Yes I miss her
physical presence which is very much can notice. Is this feeling is
called love? So, Am I in love with Megha? Should I move close or
keep distance still? Will everything be right if I move forward in
the relation? Is it the right way for me? Will I able to manage? I do
not want to lose her but at the same time will I able to overcome my
� my fear? Don�t be surprised from where this fear has
come now. There�s some flashback story, which I�m not
going to elaborate but just a single message. When I�m young,
around 5 years old, I can recollect my mother cried a few times
uttering she should not have got married. This single line stayed for
ever in my mind that keeps me away from the idea of falling in love
or getting married. So far, I�m single and felt happy in that
way. So, should I move forward? Is this the time for that? Will
everything be alright in future too? Megha and I will we adjust on
everything? Now there are no commitments on anything but once we get
married, will we not have any discomfort or disagreement? And that
should not devastate our friendship.
First
of all, I was
not sure why this idea of love, marriage coming into my mind now? Is
because, I�ve read in many books that narrate Things always
will happen at right time, you neither can stop nor shove.
So,
are we, Megha & I, supposed to get married to each other? And
that�s why it happened that we met at Airport? I have a huge
bunch of questions inside, a hell lot of Ifs and buts around my
thoughts but am unable to find answers for any of them.
Next
day at Office,
just was physically only sitting, not doing any work; checking the
internal communicator application once in every few minutes whether
Megha has come online or not. I was not sure whether she usually logs
into the communicator application or she�s not used to? Should
I ping in whatsApp to come online in communicator? So, whatever I
wish to ping in communicator, why can�t I ping the same in
whatsApp itself? While these thoughts ran around my mind, just around
10am, I can see her status changes to Available in
the
communicator. Unable to express how happy I felt, immediately typed a
Good morning message but hesitate to send. In the last 2 days, the
words love and marriage troubling me a lot. I myself was not clear on
what basis I wish to communicate still with Megha. Is she only an
Office colleague or more than that? I need to finalize this before I
make my move ahead. Unnecessarily I put some desire, temptation in
her heart & thoughts, but later I back foot for any reason,
will
she be not heartbroken? While I was in a dilemma, Megha sent a happy
morning message for which, I replied back with a good
morning
text and a smiley. We chat for few more minutes and this keep
continuing on daily basis. I provided tips on yoga and few asana
while she gave updates on her garden�s progress, the seeds that
she bought here have germinated it seems, also she sent some of her
painting�s photos and these continuous communications kept the
missing you feeling at bay.
Five
days flew by after
Megha left Mumbai. Whatever I do, I easily can relate some portion of
that with Megha. It�s almost impossible to separate my thoughts
without mixing Megha in it. Bought vegetables from the same corner
shop which she preferred during her stay here. Watched the same
channel that she used to watch, sitting on the center couch, in the
same style of hands and one leg folded; Pull ear lids a few times
every day. Whenever I sit for yoga in vajrasan, a sitting pose, I
remember the way I thought this particular pose to her.
It
was the next
Friday, I returned from Office, car parked, while walking towards the
stairs, all days Megha was here, we claim up & down the stairs
and didn�t use the lift, saw few papers flying in the wind. I
saw a middle aged man stays in the same building running behind
picking them one by one. I picked a few of them and gave to him.
�Thank
you �
Yogeshwar, alias Yogi�
�No,
Ramchandar alias Ram�
�Thank
you
Ram, myself Yogeshwar, Yogi�
�Hello
Yogi,
3rd floor, 301�
�No,
5th,
504�
�I
mean, I
stay in 301�
We
both laughed.
There�s a good friendly positive vibration flows from Yogi. A
simple man, with gray beard, a casual cloth bag on his shoulders,
wearing white kurta, and healthy looking guy was Yogi, whom I liked.
I�ve seen him a few times earlier but didn�t interact so
far other than a simple smile.
I
saw the papers
that he had in hand. There were, seems pencil drawings on them. Again
on seeing drawings, I remembered Megha who�s one of the many
hobbies is painting. Yogi saw me looking at those pictures, gave it
to me to take a glimpse of it. I didn�t like the 1st
one. He must have understood from my face.
�So,
you seem
didn�t like the drawings?� Yogi asked.
�I
usually
dislike painful things, images etc�
�So
what�s
painful in this drawing, can we �?� pointing the bench
in the garden, he walked towards that, I followed.
I
took the drawing
again in my hand and looked.
�Is
this not a
lady? This guy seems beating her with some � stick?�
�You
are in
little confused or disturbed state�
Yes
he�s
right. I�m unable to decide how to proceed with Megha;
disturbed by her visit here. Looking for a helping hand was my
current situation at that time.
�Am
I right
about you, Ram?� Yogi took my thoughts back from somewhere.
�But
how you �
yes you are right, Mr. Yogi�
�See
I�m
a professor and human psychological behavior trainer, so can guess a
few things from human reactions�
�Wow,
so do
you say, what I said about the drawing is not correct?�
�Yes,
actually
you have seen the drawing from your perspective; can we look at it
again in another, in fact correct perspective?�
Yogi
reversed the
paper upside down and explained the drawing again.
�See
- A boat;
a couple, man and woman sailing in the night, She�s singing
while he�s rowing the boat, a romantic scene� Yogi
explained.
�But
what I
saw in reverse?�
�Yes,
but you
should look into the right perspective, Always � the way you
look into things matters�
I
took a re-look at
the drawing but didn�t able to comment anything.
�If
you are
suffering, you see others too are, in some form or other. But when
you are in happy mood, you�ll spread the happiness around you�
I
was just looking
at Yogi still, hearing the expert opinion on life.
�Ram,
convert
problems into opportunities to learn new things; There exist no
problem without a solution; When you are busy avoiding problems, you
may miss the solution that can kill the problem at its roots�
�So,
we should
face what we fear?�
�First,
fear
is like street dog, barking at you; The moment you stop, turn around
and look at them, they�ll stop barking, as well run away and
Yes, the more you face problems, the more success you are in life�
�So
Love &
marriages � we do not have to fear, right?�
�It
all how
you drive life, you cannot blind folded conclude that something can
be wrong since it went wrong for someone else�
�We
do sail
even after titanic�
�Yes,
that�s
right, first believe you can do it, steer life in right direction,
hear what your partner say, respect, forgive and forget, your path is
smooth, go ahead, God bless�.
I
touched Yogi�s
feet for his guidance and returned to my apartment.
While
recollecting
the points mentioned by Yogi, to always look things in the other
perspectives too, I immediately remembered something at that very
moment. Run into the bedroom, took Megha�s drawing and
re-checked, turning it left, right as well upside down. Things which
appeared to be lines, curves and triangles now I can see as 2 birds
with beaks touching each other�s. I can even recognize the
alphabets M & R stretched angularly to look like birds; M
stands
for Megha and R for Ram? Also I saw the space in between the birds
form a heart shape. Yes, I can make out that Megha is in love with me
and I � I love Megha, shouted in my room. Yes, I agree that
I�m in love with her. And I love this feeling. I made her to
wait for these many days and should apologize immediately. Should I
WhatsApp or call? Or � or � why can�t I make a
visit in person? Will she be not surprised? What if I suddenly go
stand in front of Megha?
I
decided, and I�m
going to express my love to Megha. Indirectly ensured her
availability at Bangalore and booked my tickets for Sunday. Since she
likes poetry, thought why I should not write a poem like something,
to impress her. It�s being told that love will teach everything
and if so, why not poetry to me? Just scratched my brain a little and
got this.
The
sky is blue; You
are my life�s
glue;
Ok,
then, missing
and suffering, and I should convey that next.
Grass
is green; Without
you, life
is pain;
Girls
like flowers,
so �
You are a new
blossom, flower
Fresh fragrance
around you, forever;
She
does composting
at home. One line about that:
Plants
need
compost; I
need your
support;
We
both love coffee,
so something related to that:
Coffee
is black,
milk is white; Mix
and drink, we
like.
You
bring some
colors, I bring some, Mix
them to paint
our life.
I
thought the poem
come out quiet good, to my satisfaction. On Sunday night before I fly
to Bangalore, waited till Megha went offline, I sent this poetry as
an advanced love proposal. The next day morning, at her usual time of
6.30, she saw my message. I was looking at her status as typing
�
but I didn�t receive any reply. She may be happy, crying
inside? Typed something but erase immediately, changing text?
Altering words? I was not sure what�s happening but can see
whatsApp showing status as typing � still.
Or
is she angry on
me? Am I late in proposing? Her marriage already is fixed and that
she�s in a dilemma now? I feel uncomfortable to think in those
lines. Anything like that should not happen; Oh my God
was my
prayer at that time. Should I apologize? Do I need to? Is she not
happy with my poem, poetry? I mean the message, Content? Did I
irritate her by any way? I waited for few more seconds while she�s
still in typing � status. Those few seconds really
looked like minutes for me. At last, got a thumps up and a few hearts
icon as reply from Megha as well she wrote:
We look for
sunshine in winter
Need blanket to
keep us warm
Wait for cool
breeze in summer
Umbrellas
for rainy
days
These
requirements
are seasonal,
As
time moves they
become optional
No matter what the
season is,
No
matter what the
climate is,
Sunny
or windy, day
or night,
I�m
always
look for you on my side,
You
are my pride.
I
do not know what
to write further. My urgency to meet Megha increased. Till now she
didn�t aware that I�m in Bangalore and must have looked
for me in communicator from the moment she reaches Office. By 11 in
the morning, I reached her Office, took a selfie from the big
elephant water fountain near the main entrance.
�Hi,
we have
such a fountain in our Office too� She replied. Also sent a
photo of hers taken at the same backdrop.
I
clicked another
photo where her Office address is written and sent.
�Are
you in
Bangalore Office?� The moment she saw my selfie, she asked.
I
didn�t reply
to her question as I was walking towards her desk.
�Are
you here?
Where are you now?� She asked. She�s busy typing her next
question.
�I�m
standing � just in front of you, Megha� Replied her.
Seeing
my reply, she
erected her head and saw me there at her work location; Pinched
herself, may be to ensure she�s not day dreaming; Unable to
utter any word, I can see her eyes getting wet; I pulled my ear lids
with both hands and pronounced Sorry. She drag my
hands and
run towards cafeteria in the top floor, I just followed, no words
exchanged till we sat in a corner table.
�Same
pinch�
I pinched on her hand.
At
that time only
Megha noticed, we both were wearing blue copper sulphate
colored dress and smiled with wet eyes. I offered my hand kerchief.
�You
carried
multiple shirts?� she asked.
�Nope�
�So
how you
know I wear blue top today?�
�I
waited near
your house to see your outfit?�
�How
romantic,
but when?�
�You
have told
right, that you usually leave your house by 8.30 am, so waited near
your house from 8.20�
�But
how come,
neither I saw you nor gave my address?�
�Was
sitting
in a car next to your house, I took your address from employee
details page�
She
really broke
down, started to cry, I got up and consoled her; she hugged me
sitting there;
�So
how are
you, Ram?� asked she;
�Doing
�
but not so good without you�
She
tried to smile
but at the same time, moved her chair close to mine.
�Are
you �
in the mood to kiss me?� I asked.
She
nodded her head
up & down.
�Can
we go
somewhere outside, any restaurant nearby?�
It
looks as if she�s
leaning on my shoulders but I almost carried her towards the parking.
We sat in the rented car that I took and drive towards the nearby
restaurant.
�So,
you came
to my house at 8.30?� She as usual took my palm and kissed.
�Yes,
8.20
actually, saw your father, watering the beautiful plants�
�I
could have
introduced �� before she finishes I interrupted her.
�I
met your
parents� will she not be surprised just like you and yes she�s,
opened her eyes wide, come sat close to me, put her hand on my back
head and started playing with my hairs.
�The
moment
you left house, I went and knocked the door; introduced myself as
Ram, from Mumbai, it seems they already aware of me,
did you
told?�
�Yes,
everything from airport pickup, stay at your beautiful apartment for
5 days, our breakfasts, lunches, dinner stories, shopping and send
off, everything � everything�
I
can sense Megha is
in good mood at that time.
�So
what you
guys spoke?� She asked.
�I
asked them
��
She
threw a puzzled
look at me.
�I
asked your
parents � will they permit us to get married?�
Is
Megha shocked?
Surprised? Confused? I was not sure because I was not looking at her
directly.
�So,
what they
�?� She asked.
�They
said
they want to know your opinion�
She
was much relaxed
and showered a happy look at me.
�So,
Megha �.�
you may have seen in many movies, where the guy proposes to the girl,
one leg bend, giving a ring ��. And yes, imagine the
same similar pose.
�I
love you,
Will you marry me?� I took her both hands and offered the
golden bangles bought for her.
Tears
flowing in her
eyes, she hugged & kissed on my lips that I considered YES.
I
write stories & poems in my free time / hobby, while I do work
in
a blue chip company in software support field.
