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Wednesday, September 30, 2015
Thursday, February 02, 2012
Continued from Part 1 & Part 2
I laughed and left for my home. My phone buzzed with Ankita's Text message.
I logged into Facebook.com after taking a power nap.My eyes were scanning for Afreen.At the same time a notification popped up on my Facebook account.
Monday, January 30, 2012
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Saturday, July 11, 2009
Disclaimer: All characters are
fictitious.It is based on the writers imagination.This is an exclusive fiction work.
Read Proposal 1 from here
Finally , we left for our Camp. I made sure that I had the book with me.It had the most important letter of my life which would decide the relationship between Mandeep and me.“Sandy ,dude,don’t get scared,” Andy said to me.
Life is an enigma for me.I have met many people in my life. Some were friendly and some who ignored me most often.Getting Andy as my friend is one of the most luckiest thing that I have in my life. He is my alter ego and my roomie since many years.
“Yar Sandy ,where were you ?,” Mandy came running towards me as we reached the destination.
“No, yar actually we were late ,” I replied.
“Uff, dude today is the last time we people are going to meet ,” She said.
“Yes,Mandy,” I replied.
“I wish these days could remain forever and yes we should meet again in future,” I added.
“Ullu ,Buddhu, we will,” She grabbed my hand and took me to introduce her other friends.
“Andy! come with me na,” I asked Andy to accompany me.
“Andy,tu bhi aaja !,” Mandy said to Anandit.
We reached the place. She took us to meet her friends.It was a precious moment for her.“Sandeep,do you have the letter with you,”Andy asked me.
“Yes ,I do,” I replied.
"Give it to her,” he impatiently said to me.
“Yaar,ok I will,” I said.
“Disha and Parul meet my friend Sandeep,” Mandeep introduced me to her friends Disha and Parul. They once used to be her school friend. “This Parul,the pink babe from Kashmir used to be a naughy girl during school days,” Mandeep winked.
“Now see her,damn beautiful she is naa, Andy,” She said."True,Mandy.Your friends are as beautiful as you," Andy replied. I was scared and I could not open my mouth .I had the letter with me ,but I didn’t had the courage to confess my love to her.Meanwhile Mandeep was searching for some one. May be she was looking for her other friends whom I didn’t knew.
“Abhey should I tell her everything,” Andy said to me.
“No, I will tell,” I was nervous.
Some unwanted thoughts were running through my mind.
What if she says no? and what if she stops talking to me. I didn’t want to lose her friendship.
After few minutes I went close to her.
“Hang on Sandy ,I’ll come back,” she said and left.
After 10 minutes she came with some Sikh sardar . “Achha,bol de saale,” Andy was insisting me to tell my love for her.
“Yaar,ok ,” I told and I removed the letter from my pocket.
“Sandy my baby, meet my fiance Manpreet Singh,” She said.
Tears came out of my eyes suddenly.It felt as if the sad breeze had brushed me. I was feeling low and sad. I was broken from within.
“Hi, Manpreet,” I wished him. After few hours,both me and Andy left for the hostel.
He removed the letter from my pocket and tore it into peices.
“She is not lucky dude,” Andy said to me.
“Probably she didn’t deserve you ,” he added.
“You rock man,don’t get dishartened .You have your good buddies with you,” he said to me.
I felt like crying and I cried to the core. It was the first time I was crying after long.I was not a cry baby and never wanted to be one.I always wanted to see smiles on people’s faces. But now there was no one to soothe me.
Later Mandeep had called me.I refused to pick up her phone call.
After few minutes I got an sms.
“Manpreet and me are getting married soon,you are invited. Love you Sandy baby.tc.gn.sd.god bless”
The next day I left for my home town in Delhi. I left uninformed.
I am extremely sorry for this long delay.This is not a fiction as the disclaimer says.This is the story of my best friend. I am none other than the ‘Andy’ of this story.I just hope that he is happy wherever he is. Thanks a lot dude.We all love you .
The Solitary Writer.
Thursday, June 25, 2009
Monday, June 22, 2009
Ankita was lingering around the shopping mall for around 45 minutes. She moved to and fro in search of a perfect gift for some one whom she had never met before. He was some one close to her, but she was devoid of his appearance. All that she knew of him was his sweet and serene voice that she loved. She knew him for around 1 year by now. She was the only daughter to her dad who wasn’t lucky enough to see her mother. She lost her mother at very young age. Ankita’s mother died when Ankita was just 5 months old. Mr. Singh could not spend much time with her little daughter. Most of the time Ankita would stay alone in solitude, just cursing her life. She wanted to live like a princess with lots and loads of happiness surrounding her.
When she looked at some one being embraced by their parents, she would badly miss her mother.Her eyes would shed tears automatically . There was no one to provide her solace when she was depressed . Her dad would remain outdoors most of the time because of his business. He didn’t had time for his daughter. Ankita was used to such little things in life. She didn’t had any cousins who could support her and not even a single soul whom she could call a best friend. Most of her friends loved her money .They praised her for every single currency note of hers. She felt backstabbed and at times she would just cry . There was some one who promised to support her at every instance of her life. She never knew him .He was introduced to her in the virtual world of internet. She met him online through some social site. He was Arush Saxena who worked as a Brand Manager for HCL ,India. At first she started ignoring him as she never advocated this trend of internet and virtual friendship. Arush possesed much more wealth than Ankita and at an age of 26 ,he owned a car and a 3 room flat . They soon exchanged their phone numbers. They had never seen each others face . At times ,he used to call her.The other day Arush was online and she took no heed to buzz and disturb him .
aru.83 : yes dear.
cool.anki85 : I wanna see you.
aru.83 : tomorrow I plan to meet you.
cool.anki85 : really !!!
Arush was in Mumbai for a company meeting and this was the right time for her to meet Ankita. He was a wanderer who never lived in a city for more than 9 months due to job transfers. He worked as brand manager for HCL,India.
aru.83 : yes , I will give you a call tomorrow.
cool.anki 85 : fine then…. Bye tc ..
aru.83 : take care dear.
Today when she was sitting at the mall ,she wondered if Arush would like her. She had fallen for him without even looking at him. She had just heard his voice. Today , she was excited. Carressing her long hairs , her eyes spotted a gold watch .She found it attractive and realized that it was a perfect gift for Arush.
“Bhaiyya, whats the price of this wrist watch ?,” she asked the sales person in charge .
“18000 Rs , Madam,” He replied.
She soon handed him the amount in cash and got it packed for him. She wrote a letter for him. That letter revealed everything that was running through her mind.
“I don’t know why , I started liking you without even seeing you Arush….,” she wrote on a piece of paper and of a sudden her cell phone rang.
“Arush Calling,” was the text displayed.
“Hello,Aru,” she was excited.
“Hello Ankie I will meet you at the TAJ sharp at 8 pm,” Arush said .
“Sure, but where will you pick me up,” Anki said.
“I will pick you up at the Fashion Street,” he replied.
“Sure ,dear …bye,” she said.
“Hmm, keep your cell phone with you… ,” he said.
“bye “ and he cut the phone.
Thousand thoughts running on her mind, she gave a silent smile. She asked for the receipt from the vendor and she left the mall. Today, she was very happy . Her happiness had no bounds. She was smiling all the way thinking of Arush. Today she was going to meet some one special . It was some one whom she had never met before..
(To be continued..)