Sunday, July 28, 2013

STRANGER’S MAIL... (PART-1)


‘He was the ONE’ she thought and smiled. She was going through her mailbox like any other day. She had never deleted those mails; rather she never wanted to delete them. It was more than fifteen years in the past; still she couldn’t gather enough strength to delete those mails. She did date a few guys since then, but still her heart craved for him. Why is it so hard to forget someone when you know you can never have them back in your life? Why is it so hard to put up a facade of happiness and contentment, to put up a pretentious smile while it aches inside constantly, incessantly? She always believed that: ‘Love is supposed to give happiness; Love is all about being content’; Love is what Raj & Simran shared in DDLJ; Love is what Veer Pratap Singh & Zaara Hayaat Khan shared in Veer-Zaara. She never believed that Love equates Pain; she always thought Pain is an outcome of one’s selfish needs. Sharing your life with the ones that you love and cherishing those moments in their absence is what Love is about, or what it should be. Being in Love and being loved should provide you serenity, unbound. Then why was it so hard for her to move-on? Why couldn’t she fall in love with someone else, bear those same feelings for someone else? Did she get immune to emotions? She questioned herself everyday yet failing to find any answer every single time. They were never in a typical relationship, they never shared the chemistry which Samar & Meera did in Jab Tak Hai Jaan or the one of Avinash Singh Rathode & Zoya  in Ek Tha Tiger. They were just strangers or as she would prefer saying “THE PERFECT STRANGERS”; they were just Zain & Riya.


15 years Back...


Mail 1:


Mam,
I have sent an attachment of my story and I hope you will like it. It was my dream to publish my book under your publication house. I will be obliged if you give me a chance to share my story with everyone. I’ll be waiting for your decision.


Dear,
I’m really sorry to let you know that I’m not the correct person. I don’t own any publication house. I’m a painter; I guess you sent your attachment to a wrong id. Anyway I read your story and I really liked it, though it’s a tragic story.

Mail 2:


Dear,
I am really sorry for all the trouble. Actually, my friend is at fault; he gave me the wrong id. Actually he went to some art exhibition and there he chanced upon this lady (owner of the publication house), she subsequently gave her id to him; I was supposed to mail my work to her. And at the same time he also happened to collect your id from one of the event organizers, as he liked your work(as in your paintings) and he might’ve wanted to discuss something with you.... the point is, he got confused  between the email ids and rest I think you can work out... I’m glad that you liked my story, it’s my first work and I’m bit tensed regarding the publisher’s decision. Yes, ofcourse it’s a tragic love story. If you don’t mind I would like to know the detailed review of my work from a complete stranger.


Dear Stranger,
Well now I finally could put two and two together; it’s true that my paintings were sent to the art gallery exhibition and I am happy to learn that your friend appreciated my work. Now coming back to your story, its great; the emotions, the phrases, the plot, the characters, the dialogues etc, everything is perfect. I’m sure your publisher might give you the break. Just one tiny thing, it’s completely my opinion, I don’t agree that tragic love stories exist, I don’t believe in that kind of genre.  Either it’s a love story or a tragic story. I can’t understand the point, why do people say tragic love stories? Love gives you happiness; it gives you the feelings of optimism and jubilance. Love can never give you devastation and pain. So what’s the point of tragic love stories?

Mail 3:


Dear Stranger,
Well, definitely tragic love stories had existed and still do; in fact, several literatures from around the world, give you perfect examples of immortalised tragic love stories, like that of Romeo and Juliet, Cleopatra and Mark Antony, Tristan and Isolde, Layla and Majnun, Heer and Ranjha etc. They were passionately in love with each other, underwent tumult and trauma of titanic magnitudes, only to pay the cost of their unyielding and unrelenting love with their lives put up on crosses. Love stormed through their lives, gnashing and shattering everything that came in its path, but with the unfortunate result of the untimely demise of the souls of Its owners. Their souls got ripped apart in one treacherous blow and the unbearable pain that they endured, every feeling they underwent immortalised their love. The tragedy that was fashioned out of their lives only because of the LOVE they had shared made their stories the haunting examples of one of the greatest tragic love stories.
Love stranger... J


Dear Stranger,
I do agree that they are the biggest examples of Love but the statement that the tragic part in their stories is owing to the love they shared, is not true. Love was the part or the time they had shared the feelings of togetherness, they had laughed in synchronism; came to know each-other, shared emotions and gazed into eachother’s eyes for hours along; the time that was reminiscent of the shared warmth, felicity and passion that was inherent to their relation. The Pain tainted chapter was the time when they had endured sufferings caused by the plotting Fate and its subsequent circumstances, not because of Love. Their love and they themselves were never the reason for eachother’s pain. Their love stories are said to be tragic because fate and circumstances had treacherously conspired against them. People were somehow more drawn towards their misery, sympathizing unapologetically on other’s afflictions being so human a nature. They concentrated more on the part on how those souls had endured the trials and tribulations and ended their lives for eachother. They actually muffled the Love end of the story, the part when they were so happy with each other, which is why their love stories are called tragic love stories. Now-a-days even when people go through separation, they synonymise their stories with tragic love stories, how silly is that... just think for a moment, when your mom kisses your forehead, does that hurt? No, why? Because that is love; like even when your girlfriend kisses you, does that hurt? No, because that’s the beauty of love. How can that love gives you pain? You will be in pain because of your selfish reasons or circumstances. The moment things go outside the periphery of your happiness; you feel dejected and get upset. That feeling is not love; when you get overpowered by your selfish schemes, you no longer feel the Love, and you are left in the void that gives you Pain. Love and Pain are two different sentiments, people get confused and they start saying love gives you pain. Isn't it? Well it’s my opinion, it might be wrong...
Love stranger J


TO BE CONTINUED... J


Saturday, December 29, 2012

29th Dec- (Delhi gang RAPE)


Jeene ka maan toh sabhi ko hai... phir mujhe jeene ka haq kyun nahi???
Azad hone ka haq sabko hai... phir mujhe azad hone ka haq kyun nahi???
Tum larke ho toh boxers mein ghum sakte ho, aur main larki hoon per borkhe mein v main safe nahi hoon.
Tumhari zindigi mein,
Maa banke jeena sikhayi, behen banke tumhari har galti chupai,
Ek dost banke hamesha tera saath nibhai, pyaar banke pyaar ka matlab sikhayi,
Biwi banke tere ghar ko sawari, toh dadi/nani banke tere bachpan ko sajhai,
Mujhe sabke samne yun zaleel karte waqt, tujhe zara sa v sharam nahi ayi?

Har roz ek maut marti hoon,
Kabhie bahu banke aag mein jala di jati hoon, toh khabie apne pati ke hi hawas ka sikar ho jati hoon.
Society ne toh mujhe entertainment ka package bana ke bata hai,
Kuch ko bazar o bechte ho aur kuch ko dusre ke ghar bhejte ho,
Kaam toh dono ka hi same hai, aisa lagta hai apke manoranjan ke liye hi toh bane hai.
Sabko toh sirf mera jism se matlab, mere tute khawab se hai kisiko kya farak,
Ab toh aisa lagta hai, sahi mein, mujhe jeene ka nahi hai koi haq...

Har Devi ko kya tum sirf naam se hi pujte ho, ya phir tum unhe v UNHI nazro se dekhte ho?
Jo aurat jaat tumhe janam deti hai, tum uski hi izzat loot te ho...
Tumhare tarah main v ish Duniya ka heesha banna chahti hoon,
Tumhar tarah main v azad hona chahti hoon,
Kya bohut zadya tumse mangleti hoon?

Kanoon mein toh har choti galti se badi gunaah tak ki saza di jati hai,
Lekin kyun phir RAPE ki saza maaf ki jati hai?
Agar ghar ka beta bahar kaam per jaye, aur raat ko ghar na aye, toh karta hai woh mehnat ka kaam
Aur wahi ghar ki beti ya bahu kaam per jaye, aur phir raat ko ghar na aye, toh kyun karte ho use badnaam?
yeh samaj ka kaisa kanoon hai tumne banaya,
Jahan larko per hai har cheez ki azadi, aur larkiyo per bas hai pawandi....


Dosh de v toh kise de, samaj ka har insaan hi toh galat hai,
Kehte toh hai hum sab apne apko Well educated, lekin sooch apni abhi v kafi choti hai.
Ek ghante tak jab woh LARKI rasto per padi thi, tab toh kisi ne chaddar tak nahi di uske upar,
Ab candle march aur protest karne nikle hai sab...
Ish hadse se pehle v kitne aurat o per kiye gaye hai attyachar,
Aur is Society per pura hai biswas ke aise hadse hume dekhne ko milenge bar-bar....

Ish desh mein,
ab na dharti hai sunehri,
na amabr hai neela,
yaha toh char o taraf hai bas andhera,
AISA DESH HAI MERA, HAAN AISA DESH HAI MERA!!!!!

No offence to any one, scribbled down sumthing whn i heard SHE IS NO MORE...
May her soul Rest in PEACE...

Wednesday, October 17, 2012

Fear to Trust, Fear to Feel, Fear to Dream, Fear to fall in Love again…

 “Hi! I'm so sorry for being late”, she said.
“Hi… finally you have come and its fine, I'm not tired of waiting”, he replied.
“Aww, sentu-ram”, she laughed.
“So, you are kind of still in manhole?” he chuckled.
“Seriously, I came all the way long so that you could make fun of me.”
“No no, just kidding…”
Well, in our busy life it often happens that we become good friends with someone who had been just an acquaintance in the past. It’s more like we hardly had noticed that person and then all of a sudden he becomes your closest buddy. They might not be your best friend but still you can share your thoughts with them without any hesitation. Ved and Aliya, they were school friends; they had been knowing each-other for quite a long time. They never thought of becoming each-others’ friend but maybe it was their Destiny that they became closest of friends through the silly social networking site. They hardly talk over the phone or chat or meet up but still they can share their thoughts without any irresolution.
“Anyway, so when are you going to confess your love?” Aliya winked.
“I don't know, actually I don't want to…”
“Why???”
“You know the reason”, he said.
“No I don’t know”, she winked again. “Oh! C’mon, seriously!!! Huh!!!”
“What???”
“C’mon, if you don’t  knock the door then how on earth will u get to know  if there is someone in the house or not, so go ahead and knock the door”, she advised.
“But I’m near the window and I can hear voices, I know she is out there and I know what’s going on inside.”
“Really, oh… so explain what’s there in her head. Actually it’s an awesome power or something you got of reading minds.” She said ironically. “If you are so capable of reading minds then do let me know what’s going on in our Prime Minister’s head, actually it’s something which everyone is interested to know.”
“It’s so easy to give an opinion but it is really hard…”
“What is so hard in proposing a girl? C’mon I thought army people or the defense forces got the toughest job to do.”
“Look, Purvi recently got through a heartbreak, I don't want to freak her out”, he said.
“It’s been a year and moreover you are her best-friend, I don't think she will mind…”
“You proposed your best friend and you lost the friendship…”
“Yes, I proposed to him and I lost him. It was my fault, I was too weak to continue the friendship after our breakup and he also didn't try to stop me. You are unlike me and not weak either…”
“You don't know me”, he said.
“Oh! Really???”
“Yup…”
“Then fuck off…” she said in disgust.
He smiled and said, “You love him and still you are in the manhole and alone too and that’s the reason you want some company”, he giggled.
“How stupid was that? See, I know you are afraid to confess because you are afraid to lose her and the friendship but why are you thinking in a negative way. You might get the positive response.”
“You think so…”
“I don't know, I am telling you the possibilities. Look, I proposed to him and I lost him but at-least I don't regret it. Being his best-friend I let him know what I feel for him and moreover he has got the right to know what his best-friend felt for him and then it was his decision to let me go. What’s the point of being someone’s best friend if we hide our feelings from them?”
“I am not so great or dutyful, I prefer to be secretive and keep the relationship alive”, he said.
“Ved, please…”
“You gonna order something, or-else I will order something of my choice”, he winked. They avoided the topic for a while and talked about their school days, how they were strangers when they were in school and then suddenly through the social networking site they became such good friends. They talked of all the silly stuff they noticed about each-other while they were in school yet never bothered at that time untill they became friends.
“I mean seriously, how could you fall for Ryan? I still can't believe.” Ved said.
“How Kajol could seriously marry Ajay Devgan, I mean seriously”, she chuckled.
“Such rubbish…”
 C'mon, you are so silly. Love can happen with anyone, you don't really need any reason…”
“Oh, yes I forgot your theories…”
“Not theories, I really believe them. I know those stuffs don't exist in this century but still somewhere I believe that there is a Romeo like you waiting eagerly for his Juliet to show up in the balcony.” She winked at him, all he could do was to look away and blush.
“I strongly believe that true feelings  resides in everyone around you and it depends upon the people whether they are brave enough to face their feelings, no matter if they have to face the heartbreak or build up some wall around themselves and pretend as if they don’t want love in their life”, she said.
“Aliya, you know I gave her loads of hints, but she is indeed some strange girl, she can never get the catch…”
“So? What? You will stop trying or something? I don't understand why people do stop trying after one big-shock, infact they are so damn afraid to take a risk.”
“Because, everyone is not like you, so brave”, he giggled.
“It’s not about being brave, it’s about admitting that I feel something for someone and there’s nothing wrong in it and you should have the balls to accept the fact…”
“No, I don't have the courage, I might lose her forever”, Ved said.
“You have nothing to lose, because you know it well, the moment she will fall for someone else, you gonna lose her in some way or the other. So, why not let her know about your feelings?”
“But I will still have her friendship. She told me previously that she really used to love her ex, but he betrayed her and dumped her and now she can't trust anyone…”
“But she trusts you; you are her best-friend.”
“Ya, she trusts me as a friend but not like…”
“Trust is trust; there aren't some types of trust or some classification. When a person trusts someone, which means he or she can rely on that person and there is no other type…”
“But, she said she is afraid to trust someone or fall for someone”, he gasped.
“Ya, that’s because she went through a bad relationship, she was heartbroken and she can’t stand high to get her strength back to normal. Like, if some-day by any chance I have to face Ryan, I don't know what the moment will be like but I will always welcome him; and at the same time I'm afraid of trusting anyone but that doesn't mean I don't want to be loved or be in love. Of Course I do want to be in love again…”
“Why am I getting an intuition that you are ready to get out of the manhole and fall in the drain”, he giggled.
“Hadd hai… All this time I was heartening you and you are still stuck with manholes and drains…”
“ Don't change the topic, you kind of like that guy, don't you?”
“Which guy? I don't know who you talking about”, she said and looked away.
“The same guy you always talk about, that you like him”, he winked.
“Ya, I like him, what’s wrong in that and that’s what I was trying to explain. I also had the worst heartbreak  I lost both my love and best-friend and still I am gathering the courage to give life a chance. I’m not yet over Ryan, but I still feel something for Neev as well, I do believe that a person can love two persons at the same time”, she giggled.
“Uff, you are hopeless…”
“What? Don't you love your mom and dad at the same time?” she enquired.
“Actually I love both the girls sitting behind you”, he laughed and winked.
“What a pathetic guy, I am trying to help you being such a good friend…”
“So, was the meeting all about cheering me up?” he interrupted.
“No, it’s like I'm your good friend, I want a treat, adding  to that I get bored these days, as I have nothing constructive to do and then I don't want you to be upset.”
“Oh! Thank you so much for being there and also for your lectures”, he laughed.
 You're welcome. Well, I like this girl and I want her to know that the love she is searching all around here and there is right beside her”, she smiled.
“You have no idea, how boring this conversation was, I mean all we talked about was some stupid love-drama, whereas there are so many things to discuss.”
“Here is the problem, you call it silly but that’s what matters to you the most, she is one of your priorities.”
“Ya, she is…”
“So, admit it...”
“Ya, I am admitting it, infact I can admit it in front of everyone just not infront of her”, he said.
“C’mon you sheep, don't be such a coward, be a man.”
“I’m a man, it’s that…”
“Prove it, you're a man…”
“I can prove in some other way as well”, he winked.
“Shut up you bastard…”
“What, you want a proof, anyway I will think upon what you said, let me meet her. We gonna meet next weekend, after that I will think over it.”
“Well, don't propose her over the phone or text her about your feelings, propose her directly face to face and make an eye to eye contact, so that she can feel your words and your feelings as well”, she advised.
“What?” he asked astonished. “I said I will think about it and you are asking me to propose to her and that to face to face and eye to eye contact; I would rather jump into a pool.”
“You are so hopeless; I will let her know if you cannot confess.”
“No no, don't do this, I will do whatever you say, just give me some time.”
“That’s good, I like it.”
“Actually you know I think its better not to let her know, maybe we are not destined to be each others’.”
“What? Really? How can you say that, have you seen the future? Or did destiny come all the way and whisper into your ear?
“No, it’s just that I kinda think that…”
“Last-time I checked, you were some mind reader and now you are the fortune teller”, she mocked.
“Ok, you win; I lose.”
“It’s nothing about winning or losing. Being your friend, all I can wish that you get the positive response and it’s wise to look for it”, she smiled.
 You're really some philosopher, well so am I at times not all the time, unlike you”, he laughed.
“Whatever, if my friends are happy, I am happy.”
“So what were you saying about loving both person at the same time?” he giggled.
“ Don't start it again, you know that I'm right.”
“Absolutely…”
“Well look, there are few people in our life whom we can’t hold onto but they are still in our heart and you can't let them go but still life goes on.”
“Hmm…So, when are you getting committed?”
“Well, let’s see…”
“Do give me a treat…”
“Vice-versa”, she giggled.
“Sure, sure… You gave me the training on how to commit suicide, and along with that, a threatening.”
“Don’t say that, you gonna live and you gonna be happy.”
“I hope so…”
“Arey umeed per toh duniya tiki hai…” she laughed. The conversation took place for some more time and atlast Ved assured Aliya that soon he will convey her feelings to Purvi and then they left for their destination. One of them was frightened to take the step and confess his love and the other was already heart-broken and was waiting for the right moment so that she could put those pieces of her heart back to its places. It’s not that they are rundown by Destiny; it’s just that they saw one side of the coin. There is still the other side of the coin waiting for them, all they have to do is to wait hard and overcome their fear. We often give excuses of Destiny not willing to help or show up happiness whereas in reality we often choose to step back rather to build up our wrecked castle. Destiny always can't give you pain; it just sees your patience and efforts and then gives you the fruits. You might face the bump at first or later but then you grow strong; so when happiness knocks your door someday, you value it more and feel its essence.




And the rest I know about DESTINY…-
“Even when destiny really wants to accomplish something, it can’t do it alone, you still have to go to that restaurant, you still have to show up, you still have to build a bridge to the one you love”-  MY SASSY GIRL!!

Monday, December 26, 2011

Tanha hoon Mein...

Tanha hai zindigi per aaj bhi saath chalte hai sabhi,
Maar gaya hai yeh Dil per zindigi toh ab bhi hai baki...
Mur ke peeche dekhu toh gunjti hai teri hasi,
Aur age badu toh rasta nazar ata hai khali...
Zindigi kya hai tu??? Zindigi kya hai tu???
Raaz hai tu yaa hai tu koi pehali??
Khusi jo tu deti hai mujhe, na raas hai woh mujhe atii...
Jeena chati hoon mein, bahon mein uske kho jana chahti hoon mein,
Lekin jab saach ka ehsaas hota hai, charo taraf tanhaiya pati hoon mein...

Na pyaar mein thi kami mere,
Na kamjor padi jab tum chor gaye mujhe,
Tute ish dil ko samhala tha maine,
Phirse jeene sikha tha dil ne...

Per kahi se phir jhoka hawa ka aya,
Saath apne yaad woh teri le aya...
Dil ko yeh eshaas hua, k kabhie na woh tujhe bhool paya...
         Har pal toh woh chup chup ke hai roya...

Kyun khuda ne kiye raastein alag hamarein,
Jab saath chalne ka khawab dikhaya tha ek waqt pe...
Kyun juda hue dil hamarein,
Jab saath darkhna sikhaya tha apne...
Aye khuda, kyun aaj bhi hai tanha hum, jab ke saath chalte hai sabhi...
Kyun aj bhi hai tanha hum, jab ke saath chalte hai sabhi,
Haan maar gaya hai dil, Per zindigi toh ab bhi hai baki...

27th of december, 2010... one of the most memorable day of my lyf...

Monday, December 19, 2011

AFTER BREAK-UP (PART-3)


Anchal took the phone and looked at Rohaan; she couldn’t realize how to express gratitude to her innocent brother, he was indeed very understanding and helpful. After Rohaan left the room, she was bewildered; should she call Sagnik for one more time and tell him everything? Or, should she avoid Sagnik and move on?  She couldn’t understand what to do; she then kept the cell phone aside and tried to concentrate on her studies. She could hardly concentrate, all she was thinking about Sagnik; finally she decided to give him a call.
“Hello”, Sagnik said.
“Hi, baby”, she sobbed.
“Pumpkin!!! Baby, where are you? Why aren’t you talking to me? Did I do something wrong?” he enquired.
“I’m so sorry”, she sobbed again.
“What is the matter?”
“Nothing…”
“Please tell me”, he requested. She couldn’t control her feelings any longer, she started crying hard; Sagnik was confounded for some time and then he started consoling her. He asked her the matter but she couldn’t reveal the entire matter to him. She told him that her parents were conscious of their relationship and they were indeed displeased about it. She didn’t let him know how she got tortured by her family; she didn’t even reveal that she got slapped by her father and he asked her not to continue her coaching classes. Sagnik realized that she was in total mess but he didn’t want to ask her hell lots of questions and prick her further. Hence he tried to comfort her and to some extent he succeeded; his talks made her smile once again and all her pain was drenched away. She thought of giving her luck one more chance, she believed that her God won’t let her down this time. All she could think of,was, giving her relationship one more chance and she decided that no matter what happens she would sail through every difficulty. For the next few months everything was going very smooth; her Nanny, her cousin elder sister and ofcourse Rohaan helped her throughout. They loved Sagnik and considered him to be absolutely perfect for Anchal. Not in her wildest dreams she thought that life was about to play its crooked game once again, Avisek got aware of the matter somehow and he was almost preparing his cruelest plan ever. Anchal’s account was hacked one more time and she was helpless, she couldn’t figure out her next step to protect her love from Avisek and his filthy plans.
“I don’t understand Nanny, what I shall do?” she said.
“Well, all I can say to have faith on God and have patience”, Nanny replied.
“Till how long I have to suffer so much? I don’t understand why Avisek hates me so much, why is he so jealous with me? I tried hard to please him but he still hates me so much…”
“No dear, don’t cry”, Nanny said and wiped away the tears.
 “He is my brother Nanny, my own brother; still he hates me so much. I don’t know what he wants from me?”
“Life is very mysterious; it plays its own games and even gives justice to everyone. It may ditch you most of the times but it will also give you the ultimate bliss. Don’t get disheartened sweetheart, I know you deserve happiness and maybe HE is planning something better for you.”
“All I’m afraid is if Dad tries to hurt Sagnik…”
“No, he won’t hurt him…”
“Nanny, he said he will kill him if he comes to know that I’m still talking to him. Avisek got aware of it and he will definitely let Dad know about it”, she sobbed hard.
“You don’t worry, I will talk to Avisek”, she said politely. Anchal tried to convince herself that everything would go fine but could never relax; she was getting anxious as the days went by. She was getting more and more depressed but she harbored no complaints, she spent sleepless nights thinking about the darkness approaching towards them but she never revealed a single word to Sagnik. Seeing Anchal so agitated and disturbed, her cousin rang up Sagnik without Anchal’s knowledge and confided into him the entire matter. Sagnik was shocked to hear that Anchal’s dad didn’t allow her anymore for the IIT coaching, he even slapped her unsympathetically. At first he got very pissed off but then he felt very guilty; he considered himself to be the only reason for her condition. Inspite of his guilt he felt happy because her love for him was so immense that after being tormented so much she still believed that their love would survive. She never let their love kneel down before the tough times and kept on smiling. Sagnik was determined that no matters what happens next, he would never let his love go away from him, he will never lose hope. Both of them used to converse more often, Sagnik never revealed to her that he was aware of everything. He often tried to make her laugh and live her life without worries where as Anchal, she too tried hard to suppress her anxiety infront of Sagnik and behaved as if she was enjoying every moment with him.True ,she did enjoy every moment with him, but with restlessness clung to her like her own shadow. They even went out for dates; Anchal’s cousin helped her while she went out with Sagnik, she started believing that finally happiness was bestowed in her destiny. They chatted till late into nights and everything was going very smooth.
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“When everything was going so good, then what went wrong?” Bidya poked in. Sagnik didn’t respond anything and looked away; his eyes were full of tears.
“I don’t know how to console people, I’m indeed a big time loser in this case”, she said.
“Same here”, Dipanita said.
“I’m absolutely fine”, he tried hard to smile. “I feel bad because I couldn’t help her, she suffered everything all alone. She is the best soul I have ever come across.”
“What went wrong?” Dipanita enquired.
“Many things, many issues we came across but then there was a time when I thought it would be better for her if we depart. Hence I asked her to meet me for the last time; it was our last date and I saw her for the last time; I bade her good-bye for the final time…”
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“You ok???” Aditi enquired.
“I don’t know”, Sagnik said.
“I know it’s hard to decide but still think twice before you take the final step”, she said.
“I know”, he said and then all of a sudden he broke down in tears. He hugged Aditi tightly and cried hard, he was never so disheartened previously; he was never so feeble before. He behaved like a kid, as if he lost his very first crayons while he was about to draw his perfect master piece. Aditi tried to console him but she knew well that her words could never ease his pain.
“Sagnik, stop crying dear, please”, she said. “Since the day we became best friends I have known that you are a very strong person and very brave. I know the situations are dismal but if you get weak then you can never convince Anchal and you got your exam semester approaching.”
“I know, I need to be strong, I know …. I need… to be… strong”, he murmured. Finally the day arrived, he was about to meet Anchal, he was totally broken from inside yet he was smiling. Anchal wasn’t mentally prepared about the ferocious winds approaching her love castle; she considered it to be like any other date. They went to the place where they started their relationship; Sagnik thought it would be better to end the relationship from where it had started. He was waiting for Anchal and his eyes were full of tears, the thought of not seeing her, not feeling her soft skin, not kissing her tender lips, perforated his soul. He thought loving her was so easy than to get away from her, but then he needed to be strong and he wiped away the tears which made their ways to his lips.
“Hi”, a sweet voice said. The voice was not of some unknown girl, she was the only girl of his life. He closed his eyes and felt the essence of her voice for and imprisoned it forever; he turned back and saw her, his eyes captured her picture and stored it forever. He smiled at her and she came towards him and hugged him tightly. There was not much public and hence she was desperate enough to hug him in the public place. He felt her touch and hugged her back, he couldn’t control himself anymore. Anchal looked at him and his eyes were wet, she could then feel the upcoming storm which was approaching silently.
“I love you Anchal”, he said. “But…”
“Tum thik ho?”
“I can’t continue this relationship Anchal”, he said and looked away. She kept quiet and was stunned for some time, she couldn’t believe her ears but when she saw him sobbing; she leaned her head on his shoulder and held his hand tight.
“I don’t know the reason why you said such thing but I know you love me a lot”, she sobbed. The moment she said that Sagnik hugged her tight and cried out loud, he couldn’t let her go. Both of them continued sobbing till they realized that they were in the park, Sagnik wiped away her tears and held her hand tight; this time he was looking directly into her eyes.
“Anchal, I love you more than I have ever loved anyone and I don’t know whether I will ever be able to love so much like te way I loved you but I want to end this relationship for your happiness. Anchal, the dreams which you have seen for yourself and the things you have planned for your future is more important than our love...”
“I want to be with you, you are the best part of my future”, she interrupted. He smiled at her and pressed her cheeks, then he said her that her cousin rang him up and said him everything. Anchal was shocked when she heard that Sagnik was aware of everything and no longer could she face him.
“You kept everything to yourself, you suffered everything all alone, you never let me know your pain and how can you expect that I will let you suffer when I know everything. Anchal I’m not telling you to get out of my life, I’m telling to give this relation a break for time being, atleast till you achieved your goals and if after that Destiny is with us, we will be with each-other.”
Anchal remained quiet and said nothing and tears kept rolling down her cheeks, Sagnik cupped her face and kissed her lips and then her fore head. “You are my angel Anchal, but I can’t let you suffer all alone”, he said.
“I know you love me more than I love you and I respect your decision. I will work hard and achieve my dreams and ofcourse I will wait till our Destiny unites us once again”, she said and kissed his fore-head.
“I love you Pumpkin”, he said and smiled. They conversed for some times, they shared their experiences with each other. Sagnik made her smile as he didn’t want her to cry and get feeble while they were about to depart. As usual Sagnik gave her the red rose but this time it was of plastic not the real-one, Anchal looked at him in surprise.
“You might be thinking why I gave you this instead of the real one; it’s because I don’t know when we are going to meet, infact whether we can ever be able to meet or not, so I want the rose to be perfect till the day we meet”, Sagnik said and a tear rolled down his cheeks.
“We will meet”, she replied. “I know, we will.”
Then they depart forever, both of them smiled at each-other to prove that they are strong enough to accept the fact with ease but in inside the pain of separation started boiling at its highest point. Sagnik returned home and took his cell phone and went through all her text, he checked her mails, her photographs and broke down in tears. For many days he locked himself in his room and he was least bothered about his approaching semester exams. His room-mates enquired about the matter but he could tell nothing, all he was lost in her thought. Anchal never called him after that day; she was indeed strong enough to endure everything silently. Infact she was in a war to win her love over her fate, but she forgot that few things we can’t change, they are destined to be snatched away. Semester exams were on and somehow Sagnik managed to concentrate in his studies, Anchal often came across his mind but he controlled himself each time he thought himself getting weak. Everything was somehow getting normal but then all of a sudden Sagnik found Anchal’s landline number flashing and it was late at night. For a moment he thought he was dreaming but then he pinched himself, he wasn’t dreaming. He was very happy to see her name flashing, he picked up the call but then he couldn’t speak at all. It wasn’t Anchal, it was her brother Avisek. He was literally abusing Sagnik for no reason from the moment he received the call. At first he was stunned and couldn’t relate what’s going on but later he heard some girl shrieking very badly. The girl was no one other than Anchal, Sagnik went pale and he couldn’t utter a word. He held the phone for a while and then the line got disconnected. He didn’t realize what happened, he again dialed her number. He got to talk to him as he wanted to know why Anchal was shrieking so badly. At first no one picked up the call but later Avisek received his call.
“Hello”, Sagnik said.
“How dare you to call here, you filthy bastard”, Avisek roared over the phone. Sagnik could still hear her screaming loudly, his anxiety level got increased. He was least bothered what Avisek was telling, all he cared about Anchal.
“I want to talk to Anchal, what happened to her?” he enquired.
“Don’t you dare pronounce her name, if you want to see her alive”, he said and disconnected the line. Sagnik stood perplexed and then broke down in tears, he dialed her number one more time but the phone didn’t ring. He couldn’t understand what to do? Whom to call and ask for help? What happened to Anchal? Why was she screaming so loud? He couldn’t tolerate his restlessness, the next day was his Semester exam and all he wanted to run away to Anchal’s place. He rang Aditi but she didn’t pick up his call as it was late at night, he give a call to all his friends but none picked up his call. His frustration was increasing as the time passed by, he kept trying her number but it was unreachable. After half an hour he collapsed as he couldn’t take the frustration any more. His roomies got terrified and soon called the doctor and was taken to the hospital. When he got his senses back he just wished everything to be a night mare but when he checked his call records he realized that everything that happened was real. Because of him Anchal was cruelly tortured by her family, she got to suffered so much. Her screams kept on echoing in his mind, her pain and her helplessness tormented Sagnik every moment. After a week or so he received a mail from Anchal’s cousin, she said him not to contact Anchal anyway if he wanted her to be alive. When Sagnik enquired about Anchal and the matter, he got no answer from her, infact she never replied to him.
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“I don’t know what happened that day... I don’t know how she is... I don’t know whether she cracked her IIT or not, I got no clue whether she is dead or alive”, Sagnik stammered whereas Dipanita and Bidya, they were still stunned and their eyes were full of tears. Both of them went numb, they couldn’t utter a word.
“I am sure, she will be fine”, Bidya broke the silence after a long time. Sagnik looked at her and smiled; she then wiped away his tears. Dipanita was still quite unable to utter a single word, she couldn’t imagine how Anchal endured everything; she did respect Anchal’s patience and endurance but for then she could only pray for Anchal and hope that she was fine.
“She is very strong Sagnik, she isn’t that weak and I’m sure she is fighting till now”, Dipanita said. Three of them were so emotional that none can make other feel comfortable; Bidya’s cell rang and she excused herself.
“I’m so sorry, I hope you are okay”, Sagnik said.
“I think I should be the one telling this”, Dipanita said. He used to ask me the same way you asked me, whenever both of us were upset, he cared for me whether I was feeling better or not. Why you left me and walked away? Why?
“So, now it’s your turn to tell the story”, he said.
“Oh! Please, one story was enough for today and my destination will be arriving soon”, she smiled.
“This is cheating…”
“Well, I want to ask you one thing, will you ever be able to love anyone else?” she enquired.
“Why not??? Anchal is my past, my beautiful past, I never regret by loving her but that doesn’t mean I will not build my present and future. If we are destined for each-other we will be together but if not I will always welcome love in my life.”
“I don’t… know…”
“Listen dear, love might give us pain but we fall in love to experience happiness rather than to hold the pain. I do love Anchal and I know I can never love someone like I loved her but that doesn’t mean I can never be in love. I will be in love; it’s that I am waiting for the correct person.”
“Quite practical”, she giggled.
“One should be”, he smiled too. “I want to ask you something…”
“Go ahead”, she said.
“What do you expect from your ex? Answer truly”, he said.
“Thank you.”
“What?”
“I mean I just want to hear ‘Thank you’, he always said that he was lucky enough to have me, I am his greatest support and many more but he never appreciated me and now when I am a stranger to him, I want him to appreciate me”, she said.
“I don’t know, are you really so good or I’m just dreaming.”
“You are dreaming”, she giggled. “You are a good soul hence you feel that everyone is as good as you.”
“So very funny”, he laughed.  “I have observed you since the time I have noticed you, I felt you are afraid of something. Afraid to fall in love, afraid to trust, afraid of giving life a chance; I don’t know the reason, all I want to say move on.”
“Okayyyyy, let’s see”, she smiled.
“I’m not telling you to forget your past or hate him or something else. I am telling you to carry your past but built your future”, he said. They then talked for a while and exchange their mail ids to stay in terms; the journey was indeed memorable for both. Then the train came to halt, before she got down she turned back to him and said, “I really had a wonderful experience with you, you are a very nice person. I never thought I would meet someone so good, all strangers are not bad.”
“Oh, so I think you are impressed, so can I have your number”, he winked at her.
“I’m sorry I can’t give you my number but I can promise you something. On my ex’s birthday I will definitely send him the book I was writing for him, no matter what happens and the very next mail I will send it to you. I will show you my story…”
“Really??? Oh, thank you so much”, he said excitingly. “I will be waiting for your mail.”
“One more thing, you are right, I am afraid of something. The something is that if I moved on in my life and years after I still see him struggling with his past and running behind darkness, will I be happy to see him like that, will I give justice to my soul-mate? I can’t love someone like I loved him…”
“I couldn’t get you…”
“Just think, you moved on with some-one and you find Anchal still waiting for you after years, suppose she never got out of her past …then… strange na??? I know I’m crack but I can’t change myself, anyways good-bye and have a safe journey”, she said and then she left. For a moment, Sagnik couldn’t get out of her words, he couldn’t understand what to say or how to react but whatever she said touched his heart. He later realized better not to think of the consequences as the thought itself started haunting him.



Months later, Sagnik received Dipanita’s mail, till then they never had a chat, Dipanita never showed up but she kept her promise. She mailed her the soft-copy of her book which she was writing for her ex. After a week Sagnik mailed her…


To my dearest stranger,
I am very angry, you never showed up. I thought you gave me some fake id and I really didn’t expect your mail. I read your book and completed it today itself, I must say you are a very good soul. I’m not buttering you but truly I felt that your love for him is immense. And the guy, I must say he is so honest and truthful, seriously, so transparent regarding feelings. He is also a lovely soul. Now coming to u, u really endured a lot, his frustration, his anger everything.. But I think he didn’t mean it literally or may b he meant it, I don’t know, but u, dear u bear a lot. After reading ur story I gt immobilized. I was recollecting ur story, each n evry momnts of urs.. wat I felt he is just afraid that he won't be able to love you as much as you love him..!! so perfectly you have arranged everything and I’m sure after reading this he can resist himself frm talking to u. don't be scared, he is a boy after all and you still are his best friend..! I thnk after reading the story he ought to realize how much u love him and if not then he is an idiot & definitely he will thank you. J
To be honest and frankly speaking, I am quite jealous of him. Don’t mind, it’s quite natural to get jealous. He does feel something for u, not love, not friendship something more than dat and one thing I must say he is afraid to lose you, I can bet that. Your story really moved me so much, I m really very impressed with your dedication and devotion and if I give any lecture to u den it will be an insult to ur feelings. So I wont insult u n ur feelings. N if I have to say anything then I would say ask him to open up little, share things and honestly you both deserve each other. GOD BLESSES YOU BOTH! Hope your endless waiting gets a reward. And I got good news for u; I am in love once again n guess the girl…???? Smitha (snail)… n plz pray that Anchal is fine and she too moved on because what you said last time the thought haunt me till now.. plz pray that she must moved on.. Take care and stay happy.

Love stranger.


After reading the mail, she smiled and recalled her meeting with the sweetest stranger she had ever met. She was very happy for Sagnik that he found his perfect partner and she did pray for Anchal to be sound and safe.

“I’m also committed Sagnik”, she thought. “But, Am I really committed???”




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