08 March 2011

Dream and the Truth: Tryst with destiny - 2

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Read previous part of the story - "Sharvika": Tryst with destiny
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One month later:
"Another rainy day. I got down on the bus trying my best to keep my jeans clear. This is the only thing I hate about rainy season, it makes you change your clothes few more times a day and wash those few more times a week. I was already late for the lecture and was thinking of bunking the first one.
I started walking. I sensed someone passing me by. I felt like someone is running to catch the bus. But, No! SHE wasn’t. She, of nothing, came almost running and stood in front of me.
"Hello, headphone guy! Do you remember me?” unmasking her face and removing her goggles she asked.
"Of course I do remember you...screaming-crying girl", I said.
We both laughed on our new names.
"So where are you going?" She asked.
"To rule the world..." I said.
"What?"
"Just kidding. I am going to college and you?"
"Me too...!"
"Great!" I said.
What’s next? What next should I talk about now...I started thinking...say something dude...say something…
"Aren't you going to ask me about what had happened the other day?"
"Yeah, I was going to ask the same." I lied so beautifully.
"Okay, it’s a long story..."
"Well, I like listening to long stories."
"Great!" She said.
"Let’s walk to some hotel, have a cup of coffee over there and talk about your story."
"Hmmmm... 8:45..." She checked the time on her cell phone. Looked at me and said "Cool. Let’s walk..."
I tried to remember how much cash I had in my wallet. Thank God, it was more than enough for that time.
Interrupting my thoughts and clearing all my calculations she said, "When I was crying on the phone why didn't you said something to me? I was sitting right next to you. If there was any other boy he must have had tried to take that as a chance to flirt with me. Dumbo, why did you offered me your headphone instead of asking me anything..."
"...maybe that was my way of flirting." I interrupted her.
She stopped for a moment, looked at me again and smiled. For a moment I thought she liked my answer. But I really wasn't sure.
"Really?" She questioned me back.
"No. Actually, I was trying to keep it cool that day..." I said.
"Why? Did you also have a similar phone call before I entered the bus? And that’s why you were listening to music?" She questioned me again.
I lied there again. Actually, I was listening to her phone call with full interest. But I was really afraid of talking with her. I thought she will slap me right in my face if I ask her a single word about the phone call. But I don’t know why I had the strangest idea of offering her a headphone. But there I lied again, so prettily-
"Hahaha...Nope! I didn't have any phone call that day. But I had an interview call the same day. So I was little nervous and tensed. That’s why I left you early without asking you anything." I said.
"Oh...what happened with the interview?"
"Forget it!” I said.
"What...? What happened?" She asked with curiosity.
“Forget it- That is what they said to me."
“Oh... I got it now.” She said.
And silence again spread its wings.
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And there buzzed my cell phone alarm. I woke up. Dream ended. Oh my God! That was a dream. Though a dream, it came to be true very soon but in a slightly different way.

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Three months later:
"Another rainy day. I got down on the bus trying my best to keep my jeans clear. This is the only thing I hate about rainy season, it makes you change your clothes few more times a day and wash those few more times a week. I was already late for the lecture and was thinking of bunking the first one.
I started walking. I sensed someone passing me by. I felt like I know her.  I almost started running. I caught her. I walked a little faster and stood in front of her.
"Hi, screaming-crying girl! Do you remember me?” removing my specs I asked.
"Of course I do remember you...the...headphone-wala guy", she said.
We both laughed on our new names.
"So where are you going?" I asked.
“I am going to college and you?"
"Me too...!"
"Great!" She said.
What’s next? What next should I talk about now...I started thinking...say something dude...say something…
"So what’s up?” I asked.
"I actually don't know what to say now! I really could have spoken for hours that day, but, now I am not finding any words to say!" She said.
We started walking again.
"Aren't you going to tell me about what had happened the other day?"
"Yeah, I was actually going to tell the same." She said.
"Okay, is it a long story?"
"Well, yeah! But don't worry I will tell you in short."
"No! Go on, tell me in details, I like to listen to long stories." I said.
"Great! Let’s walk towards some hotel, have a cup of coffee over there and talk about my story."
"Hmmmm... 8:45..." I checked the time on my cell phone. Looked at her and said, "Cool. Let’s walk..."
I tried to remember how much cash I had in my wallet. Thank God, it was more than enough for that time. Interrupting my thoughts and clearing all my calculations she said, "Don't worry about the bill. I will pay today."
I didn't know what to say. It was a little awkward moment for me. I just smiled at her.
She continued, “When I was crying on the phone why you didn't say something to me? I was sitting right next to you. If there was any other boy he must have had tried to take that as a chance to flirt with me. Dumbo, why did you offered me your headphone instead of asking me anything..."
"...maybe that was my way of flirting." I interrupted her. I don’t know why I said that.
She stopped for a moment, looked at me and smiled. For a moment I thought she liked my answer. But I really wasn't sure.
"Really?" She questioned me back.
"No. Actually, I was trying to keep it cool that day...” I said.
"Why? Did you also have a similar phone call before I entered the bus? And that’s why you were listening to music?" She questioned me again.
"Hahaha... Actually, yes! I did have a phone call that day almost similar to yours. Just I was listening and the person at other end was screaming at me. Also, I had an interview call the same day. So I was little nervous and tensed. That’s why I left you early without asking you anything." I said.
"Oh...what happened with the interview?"
"Forget it!”
"What...? What happened?" She asked with curiosity.
“Forget it- That is what they said to me."
“Oh... I got it now.” She said. “And, about the call, who was on the other end?” she asked me again.
“It too is a long story,” I said. “Better we grab a coffee first and proceed to your story first.” I continued.
“Yeah, no problem.” Putting her pink umbrella back in the bag she said.
“I am Manoj by the way. And your good name please?”
“I am Sharvika. You can call me ‘Sharoo’”. She almost commanded me to call her so.
“Nice name ‘Sharoo’”.
“Thanks!”
“So we met again, finally, without exchanging the numbers! Just as you wished!!” she continued.
We laughed and entered the hotel.

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Read next part of the story - "Sharvika": Catch me if you can!
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Tryst with destiny


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7 AM...a bus-stop in Pune...the daily crowd as usual...college students and people doing jobs...everyone in hurry...all waiting for the bus...everyone with a question mark on a face and some wrinkles on the forehead...everyone looking at the horizon from where the buses come...
I got a seat. A window seat. It was Saturday, less crowd, almost everyone got a place to sit. The seat next to mine was empty. I plugged in the earphones and started listening to my favorite songs collection. Music makes you forget all your worries, pains and takes you to the totally different world.
The driver applied brakes at one stop. JERK! Some people got off the bus and some got in. A girl came and sat on the empty seat next to me. I was looking outside through the window...the window glasses were covered partially with dust. 
Some minutes passed, and I heard someone screaming on the phone...
....holy sh*t! It was the same girl sitting next to me, screaming on phone. I lowered down music volume to hear what and why she was talking so loud on the phone. What was there in the Pandora's box?
"Goto hell...I have told you hundreds of time...I don't want to be with a jerk like you. You are an as*h*le...hang the f***ing phone you bast**d and never ever dare to call me again..."
Soon, she realized everyone staring at her and listening to her words. She cut the phone call, put her hands on on face covering her moist eyes...Silence passed...She tried to clean her wet eyes. She took a long breath and tried to relax in the seat by adjusting herself a little...
I was wondering what might have happened with her and all! I looked at her, she was still crying...She was a tall, pretty girl...dark hairs and dark eyes with curved eyebrows....she was wearing jeans and a top...she looked like a college student...I don't know what I thought-I tapped on her shoulder and offered her one earphone...the left one..asking her if she wants to hear some music...!
She didn't think for a second, took one earphone and started listening to the music. I was not expecting this response from her, well not so quick...
"Kal ho na ho",
"Jab koi bat bigad jaye",
"I will never fall in love again",
"Koi fariyaad is dil me",
"Khuda Jaane Ke Mein Fida Ho.."
"Sajade kiye hai"
We heard 6-7 songs from a shuffled playlist all presenting different mood. She seemed to be more relaxed and calmed down at the end of each song...
Finally, we reached our destination "Pune Mahanagar Palika Corporation".
"Everyone, last bus stop, get down fast", conductor screamed, playing his daily role...
She gave me a smile and returned back my earphone. She just said,"Thanks, it helped!!!". She got down from the bus. I stuck in the line inside the bus. In a minute or two I came out...I got down from the front door and started walking to catch the next bus...
And somebody tapped on my shoulder now. It was she. 
"I was waiting for you to get down from the bus", she said.
"Why??" I asked.
"To say thanks again."
"Okay...you are most welcome."
"You are not going to ask me why I was screaming over phone....
.....I interrupted her and said, "Sorry...but I am really getting late..."
"Oops...sorry." she said. "Can I get your number?" she continued.
"Well not now... If the almighty God wants us to meet again, we will meet again...just like now...without exchanging phone numbers...!
Let's see what's written in our fate...and one more thing whatever may be the reason, please don't cry again...you look great with a smile on your face...cya...bye..."
"Bye..." she said....
"Stupid interview call...I have a bad luck, she won't meet me again", I cursed my fate...and started walking again....
to be continued...

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Next part of the story - "Sharvika": Dream and the Truth: TwD-2 
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