Read Part One here
I was in love and for just that one look at her I could do just about anything. Even if everything meant walking for 15 minutes and to the stationary shop outside her building, everyday in the hope that someday I'd get to see her standing on the balcony! Even if it meant buying new pens, refills, erasers, pencils and ink cartridges (one everyday....those were the days of pocket money being 10Rs/day) not from the shop near my house.... but walking for 15 minutes and going to that one shop near her's!!!
One fine day, she did turn up at the same time when I was buying a sharpener(for the pencil I would be buying the next day) she was at the balcony having her evening cup of tea. She waved to me and my heart missed more than just one beat! She was saying something to me, which I couldn't hear, so I gave her a call from the PCO outside the shop. (I had asked for her number once earlier.... just in case I had a doubt..... regarding what.... I don't know!) and we spoke for 10 minutes. And I didn't sleep that night.
This continued for around three months.... waking for 15 minutes everyday, sacrificing the 10 Rs I got for eating Vada-pav and eating from others' tiffins just to see her while talking to her for 10 minutes a day. I simply loved the way I'd talk in English and she'd reply in Hindi. Being a Southie, my Hindi sucked.... but it improved by leaps and bounds in these three months! And, she never really called me aap after that first conversation, but, the other peripheral words she used for me, were well, the ones you use for aap! Needless to say, the PCO owner became my best friend..... he actually put a chair near the phone for me to sit because I used to go there, everyday..... !!
Finally after three months, I mustered up some courage (how I did it, don't ask!) and told her,
"I really like you..... so.... what do you think....like.... about me...?" I stammered, for the first time in my life, there was no thoughts to tongue co-ordination in me!
"Err.... soch ke batau?" she replied, the smile missing.
"Ok..." I said, wondering what soch ke batau meant in Hindi..... a yes or a no!
I waited and waited and waited for 3 days for the answer.... why on Earth did I have to ask her on a Friday!?!? For those 72 hours, I don't what I ate, how much I drank and how little I slept.... all I did was stare at that God-damned phone of mine to ring just once....
On Monday, finally, she came upto me, "err.... woh din ke baare main baat karni thi..."
Did an earthquake happen or everything spinning around me was just a delusion, I thought to myself.
"Maine socha, aur haan...jo pucha tha uske liye!"
HAAN..... It means YES in Hindi, right..... I checked it thrice in my head!! Till now, I had heard people saying that they went weak in their knees.... now I knew what it meant..... suddenly, my knees couldn't just take my body weight.... I felt like screaming like Tarzan in happiness.... but I didn't... lest she change her mind about being my Jane!!
"So, what did you like in me", I asked..... after a few minutes I spent trying to get my head in order.
"Umm...... sabkuch" she answered. Simple and sweet........ who wanted a full personality evaluation anyways! Life was P-E-R-F-E-C-T!! Simple and sweet......just like the girl I loved!! Complicated stuff like black holes and Theory of Relativity best be left with PhDs!!!
It's just so amazing how we can remember parts of our lives so vividly that each and every word spoken is carved in our heads! This story is written verbatim from what was narrated to me (it took 2 three hour phone calls for me to write down the dailouges.... yeah, I wrote them down on a paper)... I didn't want to change the charm of the story by writing it in MY way...so the story is exactly how it happened, some 9 years back!
All the while my friend was narrating his story to me, I kept on irritating him by saying how Yashraj film-ish his story was.... and then he said one and I shut up for the rest of the story. He said, "There's just a little difference..... Yashraj stories have a happy ending..
Only if life was so PERFECT! They were PERFECT for each other. Only if people were to understand it.....or atleast give them a chance. They did see each other for 3 years after that....which meant just seeing and talking, literally! But, fate had other plans. They aren't together today, not because they couldn't adjust with each other or the normal couple-issues.... but because people wouldn't understand that you don't really ask the other person they language they spoke, or the different form of the same God they worshipped before they fall in love..... Because they weren't given even ONE chance to see if their relationship could work. She's a Marwadi, getting married soon....and he's a Southie, well, talking crap all day, making others laugh by this cheap, vulgar, non sensical jokes.....just so that he doesn't have to be quiet for a single second....because that would mean thinking about her in that one free second....and one more month trying to let her go....again.
He's the one guy, whom I've said... go run away with her.... and he refused. He said he would, if running away solved problems, he would...but it only creates more, so he's accepted that he has to move on. And when I asked him if I could write his story on my blog.... he just had one request....Don't take her name in your blog. Don't know why it touched my heart!! I just hope I never meet her in my life.... because I would beg her to be with him, knowing the fact that she wants it much more than I do.
Anyways, Read chapter 6 of my story here.