Special.. ( Part - 5 )

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Dedicated to all the GIRLS I’ve come across in my life. Specially for – RITIKA and NEETU ( the best girls I’ve ever met.. they still don’t cease to surprise me !)

-“ NO ! FOR EVER!”

(CONTINUED AFTER THE PREVIOUS PART )

Her words hit me like a ton of bricks!

-“ but how can you leave... I mean no... stop kidding.. its just not done.. its not possible.. how can u leave now ? I mean in the middle of the session.”

-“remember I told you once, that dad is setting up his business in Bangalore.”

-“ ya” I said looking at the ground .

-“ now everything is settled there and he can’t keep jumping between bhilai and Bangalore , so he’s taking us with him. He has had talks with a CBSE school there and they have agreed to take me in. The course is same , so there isn’t so much of a problem. I’ll also be shifted to FIITJEE’s Bangalore branch “ .

-“ when are you leaving?”

-“ today at 11:30 “

-“ what the hell ?? this is crazzy yaar..”

-“ I’m sorry. I wanted to tell you earlier but you were so busy preparing for the test for the past 2 weeks, that we couldn’t meet properly and I wanted to tell you earlier today but your mood was off and I feared how you would react to this..”

-“ when do you have to reach home?”

-“ by 8:30 ..”

It was 7:30.. phew!! I stood up hastily saying- “ you wait right here.. I’ll be back ! don’t go anywhere..” and started running ( leaving her puzzled). For the next 30 odd minutes, I kept running and running around the whole of Nehru nagar stopping in between at a few places.. first halt was ‘Intimate flower boutique’ . “ I want a bouquet of yellow roses.. fast.. I don’t have much time so pllleeaasse make that quick . Here’s the advance... I’ll come back in a few minutes to collect it !” and saying this I exited the shop and started running again. My second halt was ‘HUM-TUM gift shop’. “ kamal bhaiyya kuch mazedaar sa gift chahiye.. jaldi!” I said panting. I continued –“ and please avoid ghisa pita gifts like those teddies and bracelets n stuff.. show something different and exciting !” . “ are yaar ab itni jaldi kya dhoondhoo?” he said. I was madly searching for a gift when my eyes fell on a mirror which was reflecting the opposite shop’s board which read- ‘HOT TOMATO SOUP’ . “ GOT IT !” I exclaimed... I ordered the gift and asked kamal bhaiyya to pack it beautifully and make it ready while I come back. “Aur aaj mere paas paise nai hai.. bharosa rakho.. aur agar wo nai rakhna toh ye ghadi rakho..” I said and started running again ! “bhaiyya I tomato soup pack kardo..” I ordered at the shop. And while the gift and the soup was getting ready I collected the bouquet from ‘Intimate’ and on the way back to the park I collected the gift and soup too. By 8:05 I reached the park. I was gasping for my breath. She was petrified to see me like this. Seeing the stuff in my hands and said-“ aree yaar all this now....”

-“ shhhhh...” I interrupted. I bent on my knees and extended the bouquet of yellow roses towards her, and continued- “ this might sound a bit queer.. don’t worry I’m not proposing to be my girlfriend.. but ‘WILL YOU BE AS SPECIAL AS YOU ARE FOR THE REST OF MY LIFE’ “.

-“ YES !” she said emotionally and took the bouquet from my hands.

- “ here’s a gift for you..”. I gave her the gift.

-“ open it na !” I said. She opened it and took out a coffee mug.. a black coffee mug.

-“ well I know tomato soup will be the last thing you would have in this mug but.. well I couldn’t get anything else” I said and poured hot tomato soup in the mug. As soon as I did that, the mug started glowing and the hidden message “YOU ARE SO SPECIAL TO ME !” sparkled on it ( surprise surprise.. It was a thermal sensing mug which illuminates on adding hot substance.. physics is actually not that bad !). her eyes beamed with joy seeing that! And for that one beautiful smile I could run another 100 miles without hesitating. Her eyes were moist again. She placed her hands on my cheek and said- “ oh god dear ! today I wanted to roam the whole of bhilai before leaving.. you made it possible and now with soo cute gesture .. you have made my day dude ! I couldn’t have asked for a better farewell !”

-´my pleasure madame’ !”

She bent forward and planted a warm and friendly kiss on my cheek. I went red with blush.. I hesitated first, but then I too gave a soft peck on her cheek. We bear-hugged each other for a few moments.

It was time for her to go..

-“ by the way, you were out of your home for the whole day! What will you tell your dad !?” I asked.

-“ I told him beforehand only that I’ll spend the whole day with tisha. Now I’ll walk up to my place.. byee dear ...”

I kept waving at her till she was in sight ! after a while she disappeared into the darkness of the night .....

Hey guys ! this is not the end ! not yet..

TO BE CONTINUED..

DISCLAIMER :-

ALL THE EVENTS AND CHARACTERS ARE FICTITIOUS. ANY RESEMBLANCE IS JUST A COINCIDENCE.

Special .. ( Part - 4 )

Dedicated to all the GIRLS I’ve come across in my life. Specially for – RITIKA and NEETU ( the best girls I’ve ever met.. they still don’t cease to surprise me ! )

(CONTINUED AFTER THE PREVIOUS PART )

So I was telling you how she was showing me a whole new world through her eyes !
-"now its time for gup-chup " she said.
- "Ok" I said , excitedly ( by now I had started enjoying this experience ) !

Well that day I realised the importance of tempos in bhilai. They are any time available. Sitting in the tempo I thought about this special girl – ‘she’s extraordinary !’ I tried to concentrate on her looks and in a blink I realised that she was gorgeous ! or as orkuttians say 'mirror crackling material', and there she was, with ‘ME’ and just wandering around the city , and that too in a TEMPO ( I mean which gorgeous girl would hang out with an average guy like me , who fumbles with shyness while talking to a girl and that too with a condition of ‘ no bikes’ and ‘no mobiles’? ). ‘She’s damn beautiful, so vivacious, so smart and no attitude no ego .. nothing . She’s surely the best’ I thought. I couldn’t figure out why I never fell in love with her.. but maybe because my mind and heart were already preoccupied with someone else. While I was thinking all his we reached civic center. And believe me, one thing that India has and that America or any other country can never ever have is of course – India ki shaan, bhilai ki jaan , one and only- ‘gupchup’ . You might like it or hate it but you just cant ignore it. She insisted the chaatwala to put some meetha chutney in gup-chup. “hey let’s do cheers” she said. And so we did.. yes cheers with gupchup ! and then she fed me her special gupchup with her sweet hands and I fed her with mine ( well.. not SWEET hands.. but still.. whatever !) . “how is it” she asked. “mmm.. fantastic.. just like you a bit sweet, a bit tangy.. perfect blend” I said. “Ohoo ! janab flirting bhi sikh gaye “ she said and twinkled her eyes. “ab aisi khhobsurati dekh kar raha nahin jaa raha ..” I said and gave a shoulder push. Like this we had a lot of fun in civic center. We strolled around civic center, karmanya vatika, ate a Sunday at krazzy kool.. and chatted. You know in the state of mind I was in, its always delighting to have someone like her who can mix candid humor and sensible statements together and bring about joy and confidence simultaneously inside you.

“So next is what “ I asked her.

-“now let’s go to Nehru nagar” she said.

-“OK”

And we again were off to Nehru nagar in a tempo. We reached agrasen chowk . After a few moments of silence I asked..” so now you’ll go?” ( wishing that she’d say no !)

-“ well there’s just one more place to go.. follow me ..”

She took me to a hanuman mandir. It was a very small temple, beneath a banyan tree. She folded her hands and prayed deeply to the god. I though savoured the sight of that pristine beauty. I know I have mentioned this umpteen time before, but I can’t resist saying this again- ‘she’s sooooo sweeet and innocent’ . she opened her eyes and on seeing carefully I noticed that she was in tears. I went close to her and said-“ hey! What happened?”

-“Remember, I told you I’ve got something to say to you.”

-“Oh yes ! soo sorry.. it just slipped out of my mind amidst all this”

-“Ok lets go to that lake or park or whatever that is and sit and talk”.

So we went to the park and settled ourselves on the steps of the lake inside it.

-“ now tell me ..”

-“I’m leaving.”

-“Excuse me ! what does that mean”?

-“ I’m going to bangalore”.

-“for a holiday?”

-“ NO ! FOR EVER!”

TO BE CONTINUED !

DISCLAIMER :-

ALL THE EVENTS AND CHARACTERS ARE FICTITIOUS. ANY RESEMBLANCE IS JUST A COINCIDENCE.

Special... ( Part - 3 )

Dedicated to all the GIRLS I’ve come across in my life. Specially for – RITIKA and NEETU ( the best girls I’ve ever met.. they still don’t cease to surprise me ! )

(CONTINUED AFTER THE PREVIOUS PART )

-“ So what next?”

- “Hmmm................ kachoris! yumm” she said and looked at me the mischief still dancing in her eyes.

-" Ohk.. so you want kachoris.. let me guess u want kachoris of Jalaram Durg right?"

- "Almost! but why go to durg when u have a jalaram in sector-6 also??" she said and started walking.

-" Because you wanted to come to ICH supela , when there is one at sector-10 also?"

-" Helllooo! today you are not supposed to question me."

-" Yes mam .. aapka hukum sarakhon par !" i said and mocked a salute.

So we again started chasing tempos.. changing tempos and finally reaching sector-6 ,A market. among the much evening hustle bustle we strolled around around the streets of bazaar aimlessly gazing at the colorful toy shops and bright Saree and jewelery shops.. sometimes a medicine shop would come in between! While walking with her i told her about the new beginning of my life from that day onwards, where i had decided to live my life on my own terms.. i told her that i was a bit scared.. and she again held my HAND firmly with a sense of reassurement. I told you .. she's damn sweet ! We went to jalaram and ordered two plates of "kachoris". as the boy was adding chutney, and dahi etc. to the kachori i realised that we guys are just like the plain kachoris and without the girls who are like the tangy chutneys our lives are incomplete and bland.Girls add flavour and zing into our lives. there's always a "she-factor" needed to make our lives beautiful and exciting , be it in the form of friendship or love or any other way. Anyways back to the track, we enjoyed the Gujarati delicacy- kachoris whole heartedly. After finishing up, we walked upto the main road from the market. All the way she had held my hand. Many passerbys stared at us. I felt a bit shy. " Look how he's gorging us! what would he think " i said.

- " Who is he? wo tera chacha lagta hai? mama lagta hai? kuch bhi lagta hai? Do you even know his name? how the hell does it matter to you what he thinks? or do you just want me to leave your hand ? " she said almost in anger.. almost.

-" Oops! ohk ohk ! chill. and who would want a beautiful girl like you leave his hand" i said trying to lighten her mood. And that did happen. Remember whenever you want to calm a girl just tell her how beautiful she is and see how easily she melts ;-) ! So we reached the main road and after some time i managed to stop a tempo. "Bhaiya civic center tak jaana hai ..( she wanted to hav gupchups )"

-"theek hai baitho" the tempodriver ( ever in haste ) said.

-" nai nai bhaiya .. aap jao ! hamen abhi nai jaana hai.." she intervened. " arre par ???" i was speechless. "bhaiyya aap jao.." she kept saying. The tempo driver made an irritated face and went away showering abuses on me.

" Now what ?" i asked with bafflement. She gave an innocent and childish smile and pointed toward 'Jublee Park'. Yes you guessed it right ! She wanted to go to Jublee Park ! "Oh god yaar.. you should hav told earlier, its entrance is from inside.. ab poora ghoom ke jaana padega.."

-" Are chodh na! yahin se fence kood ke ghus jaate hain.."...............

Needless to say we did just that !! So this was our third destination - Jublee Park ! she held my hand and we ran up one of the hillocks of the park ( jublee park has got big grassy hillocks). we were on its peak. we shouted our hearts out - " woooooooooooooooooohoooooooooooooo . yuuuuuuuuuuuuhhhhoooooooo" i was shouting at my miserable fate. i was challenging it, i was threatening it. my eyes went moist. She noticed that and came near me and slowly wiped off my tears. Without thinking or hesitating even for a moment, she hugged me. I felt a little bit embarrassed but then it was an emotional moment and i hugged her too and cried my heart out. She kept saying -" its ok . its ok.." in her soothing voice. after a few minutes, i composed myself and we talked about our personal lives. She told me about her crushes and how she was searching for true love in her life, which she hasn't yet got. I told her about my unrequitted love. I was surprised to see that she wasn't pity of my condition as others were, she just said one thing - "if she's made for you, no one and nothing can stop her from being yours.. and if she isn;t you'll come to know sooner or later and you'll have to move on and search for your true soulmate". After a few minutes of silence, she spoke up.. " hey lets roll down the hill" !

- " what !!! are u crazzy "!

-" yes i am. offfoo what's this 'what' 'what' every time, bachpan me kabhi kia nahin kya??"

-" arre kia tah par wo -"

-"shut up and roll "

and we tumbled down the hillocks shouting with excitement. For those few moments i was back in childhood- innocent and carefree. We reached the bottom of the hill and laughed at our silly yet rejuvanating act. Oh god! She was showing me a whole new world through her eyes.

That wasn't the end. There were more things in store for me that day ! Well for all those crazy events...

WAIT FOR THE NEXT PART ..

TO BE CONTIUED !