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The outside
temperature must have been around ten degrees when Sanjeev alighted from the
Air India flight at Chandigarh airport. The flight had to make an emergency
landing owing to the bad weather. After ten long years Sanjeev had finally
decided to take a vacation. Akash had convinced him during a casual chat on
Facebook the previous night that it was high time he broke out of the self
imposed shell and fourteen hours later he was on his way to meet his childhood
friend in Delhi.
Sanjeev had
immersed himself in the world of profit, loss, credit and debit, tallying
accounts at Sri Virupaksha textile Pvt. Ltd in Kochi. He almost never realised
how ten years of his life had gone by, between India having failed to win the
world cup in previous two attempts before Dhoni and his boys had finally made
India proud. In a way these ten years of disconnect was self imposed after he
had failed miserably to secure a seat in IIM in three consecutive attempts.
Having lost hope he had began his career as a clerk in the accounts department
at his current company.
Sitting on
the chair in the passengers lounge next to a Barista coffee kiosk he looked
back at the years gone by, to trace what he had accomplished till date. His
achievement in last ten years was an Akai TV, a Godrej refrigerator, a TVS
scooty and his latest acquisition Samsung DVD player. He had finally become an
assistant manager for finance after all these years of loyal service.
Suddenly he
was jolted back to the present when he heard loud cry of a baby. He turned
around to see the baby wailing uncontrollably as her mother tried to quiet the
child with a fierce stare, the baby seemed scarred, after being silent for a
minute it started to cry again and this time even more loudly. Sanjeev looked
at the baby and smiled, the baby stared at him with a puzzled look and few
minutes later smiled back at him and winked.
As he was
about to turn back and get busy with his thoughts he heard a soulful feminine
voice next to him say, “You seem to be quiet a charmer, one look and the baby
seemed all floored by your smile.” Sanjeev a little shy by nature just managed
to smile at her and got busy staring at the giant screen in front of him which
was displaying Air India logo and at the bottom there was ticker with news
about the flight timings.
The girl next
to him introduced herself, “Hi, I’m Preeti Shukla from Delhi. And you are...?”
Sanjeev realised he couldn’t avoid her any longer and introduced himself, “Hi,
I’m Sanjeev Shastri, B.Com, from Kochi. Glad to meet you.”
Few minutes
passed by in silence and then Sanjeev asked her, “So you travelling on
business?” to which Preeti replied, “No, I am just getting back to Delhi after
a short vacation. What about you?”
Sanjeev smiled and said “I’m travelling to Shimla for a long due
vacation. I plan to meet a childhood friend of mine in Delhi on my way to
Shimla.” Preeti kept starring at Sanjeev as he spoke, she felt his face was
quiet familiar, then she asked Sanjeev, “Sorry, but have you ever been to Delhi
before?” Sanjeev replied, “No, this is
my first ever trip to Delhi.” And then Preeti got busy with the book she was
reading. Sanjeev too for some strange reason felt Preeti’s face was quiet
familiar, the smile, the way she spoke all seemed tad familiar to someone he once
knew.
There was an announcement that the weather had improved and flight was ready for takeoff. Sanjeev followed Preeti into the flight; they were both seated in the same row. Except that they had the lady with the child seated between them.
All thorough
the journey Sanjeev tried steeling few glances to look at Preeti. For a minute he
thought she was the same girl he used to see at the coffee shop near his
college when he was pursuing his under graduate studies. He had never been able
to talk to her ever, but many poems he wrote in her memory still adorned the
pages of the diary hidden in the suitcase kept under his cot. He never knew her
name, never spoke to her, but silently within he knew he had fallen for her dazzling
smile, big bright eyes and long silky hair which were always let loose. Finally
when he had finished his final year, with a lot of courage he had decided to
spill out his love for her on the last day of his college. But that day she
didn’t come to the coffee shop. He waited all evening but there were no sign of
her. And his love for her forever remained a secret, true feelings stayed unexpressed
forever. Lost in thoughts of the past Sanjeev fell asleep.
When the flight
got to Delhi airport, Sanjeev was still asleep. When the air hostess woke him up
he realised he was the last one to get off the plane. He tried to search for
Preeti but she was gone. He kicked the ground beneath him lightly for he felt
he should have asked her if she was the one who he thought she could be. But
then he realised it could have been a mere coincidence and then again ten years
was a long time. Maybe somewhere deep within he had been unable to forget the anonymous
girl who had once stroked the strings in his heart.
After he got
out of the airport he called Akash and they decided to meet at Akash’s flat in
Dwarka in the evening. Sanjeev spent his day wandering the streets of Delhi and
finally decided to have lunch at Paratha Wali Gali in chandni
chowk about which Akash always spoke fondly. He took the metro to get to
Dwarka and then reached Akash’s house in the evening. Akash was waiting for
Sanjeev at the gate. Akash was well settled and worked as regional head for
marketing and sales with a Multinational firm. Sanjeev was delighted to meet
his good old friends and they greeted each other with a tight hug and a high
five just like the old times.
They sat in
the living room by the window, just then it started to drizzle outside. Akash
said, “Sorry Sanjeev I couldn’t come to pick you at the airport, I had to meet
a client and had to send my driver to pick up my wife from the airport and she
had be dropped at her mother’s place. Incidentally her flight arrived at the
same time as yours.” Sanjeev turned to
look at Akash with a surprised look and said “Your wife? Bugger when did you
get married? You haven’t even updated about it on your Facebook account, no
pictures either?”
Sanjeev chuckled and said, “Sorry mate, it all happened of a sudden. Marriage was nothing grand, just our families. We met at one of our common friend’s house party and then things just fell in place! You should definitely meet her before you go to Shimla. She should be here any minute. And guess what she did her graduation from the same college as ours. You remember the pretty girl with long hairs who used to hang out with her friends at the coffee shop outside our college. That pretty girl is now my... ” Just as Akash was about to finish Sanjeev saw Preeti walk into the house. Akash got up from the sofa and hugged his wife and kissed her on her cheeks. “Preeti you came in at the right time, this is Sanjeev, my childhood friend and my partner in crime during my college days.”
Preeti looked
at Sanjeev, there was a smile on his face but she could read the hint of remorse
in his eyes. It all came back to him; life rewinded ten years back yet again.
The big bright eyes and the poems he wrote in her love everything flashed
across his eyes. He had guessed it right at the airport, it was her but he was late.
He tried control his emotions and stayed composed. His sorrow cleverly
disguised behinds his smile, he extended his hands to shake Preeti’s hand and
said “Glad to meet you.” She simply smiled and shook hand. Not a word uttered
about having met him at the airport.
Akash
insisted Sanjeev to stay back for dinner, but he excused himself saying that he
would miss his bus to Shimla. Later that evening as Sanjeev sat beside the
window in the bus starring out at the open sky, He seemed to question himself,
“Why did she not recognize me? Why do I feel there was more to her smile than
what met my eyes? Why do I feel her eyes spoke of the feelings I tried to
conceal? Would it have been different if
I had waited for few minutes than what I waited that evening? May be yes, life
would have been different, may be my poems would have found the music they sought.”
P.S: Yet another attempt after a hiatus at penning a fiction. Last night I convinced myself that it was a long due. So here it is for everyone to enjoy.
- VJ Says ~ Cheers and Peace!
Not a bad attempt. Nice though.
ReplyDeleteThank you Janaki Ji for the encouragement... appreciate your kind words :)
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ReplyDeleteGood stuff buddy!... the move from meeting her in the airport to remembering his lost love seemed bit hurried... but otherwise can keep the pages turning.. is this a true story??!! ;)
ReplyDeleteThanks Mr. Mendon. It ain't a true story, just a piece of creative fiction. Yeah agree that bit was kinda hurried, blame it on my feeble attempt to keep it short. Cheer, appreciate your kind words :)
DeleteA story told with out frills..! Way to go...Cheers!
ReplyDeleteThank you Panchali, appreciate you reading the story and enjoying it
DeleteNice story Vijay..although the script looked quite generic. Your style is good..keep writing.
ReplyDeleteThanks Diwakar. Well yeah its quiet a challenge when you have to so much to express but at the same time need to keep it crisp and quick. Cheers!
Delete..nice story.. great style! Maintained your grip throughout..I liked it Vijay:)
ReplyDeleteThanks Amit Ji for the engorgement . You have always been there evaluating every work of mine. Cheers to that !
Deleteawesome story ,nicely penned .....great job :) :) all the best :D :D
ReplyDeleteThank you vinisha .... Glad to know that you liked it :)
DeleteNice one. There are many people who could never forget their childhood crush. Nicely written.
ReplyDeleteThanks Sabyasachi Yeah I know people seldom forget their childhood crush. However this story of mine was creation of my imaginative mind. Cheers! :)
DeleteDear Vijay,
ReplyDeleteI feel so sad for Sanjeev. So many "what ifs". You're very good at storytelling. This could do well with a sequel. Nicely done my friend! Thanks for sharing.
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DeleteI am glad to know you liked the story. Thanks for visiting and reading the story.
Yeah I do have some plot to develop this story further. Will surely share it with all soon.
cheers!:)
vj you are a nice story teller no doubt.
ReplyDeleteThanks Indu for the kind words... Glad you liked it :)
DeleteNice to read your post.
ReplyDeleteThank you Rupam... cheers
DeleteI simply loved the narration....looking forward to read more :-)
ReplyDeleteThank you Priyanka. Sure you can definitely expect to read more.:)
DeleteI liked the flow, life is such..! How one forgets one's crush and gets a shock after she turns his best friend's wife:p
ReplyDeleteKeep writing, you have flare~
Thank you Ghazala. Glad to know you liked it. Thanks for the encouragement :)
DeleteHmm liked the way you weaved the story yet there was a feeling that it could have gone a different direction and ended differently
ReplyDeleteThanks Jeryl. I agree the story could have ended differently. So is life, It all shapes the way we choose it. Do visit my blog again :)
Deletenice.......
ReplyDeletewell crafted! Though I couldn't follow the names but felt the heartache of the protagonist.
ReplyDelete-Portia
Regrets. But What is life without the bad side!
ReplyDeleteNice one..
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Your writing has a smooth flow to it which is important for a fiction to hold the reader.. I enjoyed this post.
ReplyDeleteThank you Farila Ji... Glad you enjoyed it :)
DeleteYr comment on www.sanki.in brought me here and sure I m happy to be here. Good taste. Enjoyed
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