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Saturday, September 15, 2018

7 days to lose a girl

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This shall pass too

Over a thousand souls followed her on the paths that she trod. She arrested every man's heart at my office that it beat only her name. Things were different before she stormed into my life.  I desired a normal life with happiness and mirth. I should admit that at times I've prioritized money more than happiness.  The urge to earn money had consumed me over the period of time. This story happened over a course of 7 days. 7 days of anticipation, hope, love and a disaster.  She came, she mesmerized and left me broken. This is not just another love-hate story but a story of hope that was stolen from a guy who truly and madly loved a girl from his office. In these 7 days, he befriended her, loved her and lost her forever.  Pinky, his 12-year-old niece was his advice maven who  played a significant role in fixing and destroying his love life. She played a role of a  dating website in his affection craved life. The little demon under the guise of an angel cajoled him to do things that eventually shortened his love life. 1 day is enough to impress a girl, 2 days are enough to get her along, 3 days are enough to win her heart and just one day is enough to shatter everything.

It was a balmy Wednesday morning when the Cupid, an uninvited charlatan decided to trick me. 

Day1 - Wednesday - 6th June 2006.

Project deployments are no less than a wedding ceremony for Engineers like me. It is an important day of our life. After an ambitious 6 months of designing, coding, and testing, we were all set to release our baby into the production. Yes, projects are referred to as babies in the corporate life.  No new issues were reported in the first of kind production sites which brought a big smile to my Engineering manager's face. For days, he would not let his depression seep through the Engineers under him. I was his trusted go-to man who gave me the complete freedom to manage the team and the product development. Two important events happened in my life that day.  My Engineering manager promoted me to a Project Manager role after my impressive performance in the last fiscal year.  Well, the second event had somewhat impacted the next upcoming week of my life. Yes, the day 1 of the 7 days had begun. 

Raghavendran, my Engineering manager had summoned me to his cabin. As I peeped through the transparent glass of his cabin,I saw a charming woman of around 27 amicably conversing with him. 
"Who is she?" my mind aimlessly drifted apart.
Could she be the new HR manager, I thought to myself. 
Raghavendran caught me shamelessly ogling at the girl.
"Ashwin, what are you doing there? come in," he said and I obediently hearkened.
"Meet Ashwini Singhal, the automation engineer who would be joining our team," he said. She smiled at me and  greeted me, "Hello sir!" 
"Call me Ashwin!" I retorted.
"Introduce her to our team and explain her the different modules that she would be automating," Raghavendran explained.
"Is the workflow manager going to be under the scope of automation," I curiously asked him to impress the newcomer. 
"I think so, why don't you discuss," he replied and we left his cabin. 
She was walking ahead of me. I witnessed her long hair neatly braided to her hip. It was swinging like the pendulum of a clock.  I then introduced Ashwini with the other testers and developers in my team.  At a closer glance, I witnessed her brown eyes and her arched eyebrows.  Her eyes possessed a charm and it looked attractive due to the heavy application of kohl and the mascara. I admired her as she spoke to each of my team members. Her smiles certainly killed me and I could feel the Cupid's bow piercing through my heart.  She had a sharp chiseled nose and any man would fall for her long lips that were painted red. A complete bunch of joy she was! And my soon-to-be package of happiness. I stared into her eyes as my ears bypassed her voice. "Ashwin! Ashwin!" she called.
"Hey, tell me." I recovered quickly trying not to distract myself because of her beauty.
"Where is my seat?" she asked.
There was a vacant cubicle next to mine and I asked her to use that.  That act of mine could have surely broken many hearts in my team, of course, the guys!
I sent her some documents to read and asked her to get back to me in case if she had any questions.  Although she was an integral part of my team, we both were reporting to our Engineering manager while the rest of my team reported to me. That gave her special privileges. Maybe!
I was shamelessly smiling like crazy as she was going through the documents. I was discretely leering at her. 
It was the first time I was meeting her but my heart had sensed my cravings the moment I looked at her for the first time.  Apart from clearly her doubts, we spoke for hours about ourselves.  She was slowly getting comfortable with me. That was some skill that I possessed. Born to impress, I would brag about myself. Of course, secretly!
My older sister from Washington was in India for her vacations.  I hugged her the moment I saw her. Di was my favorite and my best friend from my childhood days. 
"Now stop hugging your old grumpy fat sis and focus your attention to your cute sexy niece," I heard a soft voice from behind.  The little girl stood there with her arms crossed and she grimaced.
"I'm not impressed, mamu!" she announced.
"You have to be," I said and hugged her. I loved my niece Pinky the most. 
"I love you, mamu!" Pinks planted a  kiss on my chin. Everyone called her Pinku while I called her Pinks.
"My sweet little angel, even your mamu loves you," I said and continued, "I was desperately waiting to meet you."
It was a perfect Wednesday for me. Lots of unexpected events unfolded that day.

Day 2 - Thursday - 7th June 2006

That day I left for office quite early.  Never in my life, I was so excited to go to work! Maybe this is why they say that life veers upside down after a woman steps into your life. And Ashwini was the woman in this case.
"Ash bro, good morning, " a colleague of mine greeted me.
"Look I am telling you for the nth time not to address me, Ash,"  I brusquely told him. 
"Do I look like a kid who catches weird stupid pokemon or do I seem to you like a burned charcoal?" I asked.
"Chill Ashwin!" he said and left for his cubicle.

"Hey, Ram," I called him and continued, "Good Morning to you." I smiled at him to which he glared at me. I had clearly ruined his morning. My team members looked at me while I was exposing my cruel side at him.
I was eagerly waiting to see Ashwini and she didn't make me wait long.  She arrived thirty minutes hence.

"Hey Ashwini, Good Morning!" I greeted her.

"Hey Ash!" she smiled and said, "Good Morning to you too."

"Ash?!" had clearly annoyed me but my heart had helplessly forced me to curve my lips into an animated smile.
"My friends call me Ash!" she said and continued, "It is such a sweet name." She said with a smile on her face. She always looked beautiful with a smile. My heart had already accepted the way she was.  My next task was to find out if she had a boyfriend.  In this social media frenzy world, all girls had a guy to chill out with. Somewhere my heart wanted me to believe that she was single.
"You know what?" I asked her.
"Even my friends called me Ash!" I said, smiling at her. My team members laughed sheepishly. I remember my colleague from the other team, Ram listening to this when I uttered those words.
"Nice shirt, Ash!" Ram said and left for the cafeteria. I couldn't complain much.
Two hours later, I asked her out for tea. I had to make the most of it and had the most difficult challenging task of finding her if she was single.
"I love chai's and the tapri chai outside offices are too good," she said and asked curiously, "Do we have a Tapri here too?" 
"Of course we do," I said and continued, "Shankar is famous for his tea." 
I and few of my team members were regular customers of Shankar. While the others would drink tea and I would smoke Marlboro light. 
Shankar raised a cigarette stick as soon as his eyes grabbed my attention. He failed to notice the lass with me. 
"Shankar, God knows why do you do this to me every damn day," I said and asked, "Do I really look like a smoker to you?" 
"Sorry, bhaiyya! confused ho Gaya mei,"  he apologized.
Ashwini was watching all this as she stood next to me and sipped the chai. 
"Ash! that's okay if you want to smoke then I am completely cool with it," she said and continued, "I can wait near the gate until you are done smoking."
"See, his stupid act even convinced you that I'm a smoker," I said to her.
"Oh no no, I didn't mean that way!" she said, "And I am sorry!"  She smiled at me.
"By the way, what's your last name?" I asked her. 
"It's Singhal!" she replied.
"Paradoxical!" I said and continued, "Your boyfriend must be cursing himself."
"Well, my last name actually justifies my current relationship status," she said and continued, "No guy had the guts to ask me out for a date." 
My heart skipped a beat as she uttered those words. A billion butterflies started fluttering inside my stomach as I confirmed that she was single. 
We sauntered outside the campus for a brief period.  
I reached home at around 9 that evening. I had my dinner with my Di and my niece. After that, I headed to my room. That time was dedicated to the stalker in me. I quickly logged into facebook and searched for Ashwini Singhal.  She looked gorgeous in all her photos. I couldn't believe when she told she was single.
My little munchkin Pinks was fidgeting with her iPad next to me.

Uncle and Niece
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"Mamu, do you have any girlfriend?" she asked me.
"Why do you ask me that?"  I asked her.
"Tell me first," she said.
"NO," I answered.
"Then why are you stalking this girl on facebook?" she caught me red handed.
I didn't see that coming. "She works with me at my office," I told her. 
"Well that doesn't give you the rights to stalk her," she replied. The last thing I didn't want was to get embarrassed in front of a kid. 
"Well, I like her!" I admitted.
"Let me see her properly." She pushed me and grabbed my laptop. 
"Well she is just okay looking," she said and continued, "Not as pretty as me." She winked.
"I concur with your statement," I said to which she said," My future aunty is actually very beautiful." 
"And her name is Ashwini?" she confirmed.
She laughed and said, "Ashwin and Ashwini matches." She burst into a sudden laughter and my sister downstairs asked me if she was alright.

"Relax Pinks!" I told her to chill. 
"Ask her out, mamu," she said for once.
"Is this really going to work, Pinks?" I asked her. 
"Well if you don't tell her up front that you like her then how will you know if she is interested in you," she said. 
"Well, my boyfriends tell me directly that they like me," she said.
"What?" I asked, perplexed, "You have a boyfriend?" 
"Yeah!" she confirmed.
"You are just 12,"  I said.
"So what?" she riposted.
"United States of America I see," I said and continued, " Good going Pinks."
I should have been ashamed of myself that at 12 my niece has a boyfriend while at 29 I didn't have any girlfriend. 

"But how can I know if she likes me or not?" I curiously asked her.

"Let me talk to her," she said.

"That's never happening, "I said.

"Mamu, please... I am bored sitting at home," she pleaded.
"So, you'll ask me to introduce you to my friends?" I confirmed.
"I mean your prospective girlfriend, my future Aunt," she said and winked.
"Not happening!" I said to which she blackmailed me. "Well let you momma and my momma meet her then!"
"Fine, I will plan something and maybe we could meet tomorrow," I said to her.
This tiny brat had a pivotal role in my life at least for the next 5 days. Helping others was her passion.  "With great powers, comes great responsibilities, love helping others but I am not Spiderman," was her Orkut and Facebook bio. At that tender, I used to play with my friends in the nearby garden and kids of this generation have iPads, Playstations and don't know what not they have!
Pinks wanted to be the architect of my love life but handing over my love life in the hands of a 12-year-old was not a good idea according to me but I was a daredevil too!

Day 3- Friday - 8th June 2006

That day Ashwini looked beautiful in the Indian attire. She was dressed in a blue Kurta.

"Hey good morning Ash!" she greeted me and said, " You are looking good today."

"You are gorgeous too," I smiled.

Usually, in IT companies Friday is supposed to be the fun day. Seldom people feel like working. And in a young team like mine, my team members would leave early on Fridays.
While talking to her, I expressed my nieces' desire to meet her.  
"But why would your niece want to meet me?" she asked curiously.
She happened to ask me about the most beautiful woman I'd met till date and I took your name and that caught her attention.
"Well, thanks Ash but I don't think I am pretty looking," she said and blushed.
"I would love to meet her too," she said and asked, "What's her name?" 
"Pinky Sethi but Pinks to me!" I smiled.
"Are you free tomorrow?" I asked her.
"Yeah! why?" 
"Let's go for Mission Impossible III," I said and added," I will bring Pinks too!"
She packed her bags and said, "I would love to meet Pinks and how do you know I love Tom Cruise?"
"Well,  I guessed so and should  I change my name to Tom Cruise," I said and winked at her to which she smiled.
That day I left my office early.  Ashwini lived in a PG in Kalina. 

"Mamu, is she meeting the great Pinks?" Pinks asked me as I entered my home.

"Yes," I said to which she giggled. 

"So you are taking two girls for a date tomorrow," she said," You're one lucky dude, mamu!" 
"Dream on, kid!" I said.

"If not then I would inform this to your Didi and your mommy," she glared at me.

"Whatever!" I said.
Pinks instilled huge hopes in me. I never thought I could impress a girl and maybe express my love for her but now with Pinks support, I soon envisioned Ashwini as my girlfriend. Saturday was going to be the game changer. 

Day 4 - Saturday - 9th June 2006

They say, to fall in love, luck is essential. But not everyone is lucky enough to find the love of their life.  Cupid strikes his arrow when you least expect it.  Ashwini was the chosen one for me, at least I began to think so. 
"See you guys in 10 min." Ashwini texted me. We were waiting outside the Cinemax with the tickets.

(To be continued...)

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Saturday, September 08, 2018

The Hola Girl

22nd March 2010

My weak soul refrained from entering the cabin of my project manager that was filled with the acrid smell of tobacco.  

"Aao beta," he said after he spewed the tobacco spittings in his dustbin. It was inappropriate of him to exhibit such a behavior despite enjoying a managerial position in a top IT company. 

"Sir, you had called me," I riposted, my face displaying shades of disgust after what I had just seen. 
"Beta, I want you to work on the automation of the core components of our application," he said and continued, "I have already spoken to Rajan from the Apex Automation team."

"So, start researching on this, okay!" he said, pinching a small lump of tobacco out of his tobacco box. He yanked his lower lip and placed this lump between his gum and simpered displaying his tobacco stained teeth.

Clueless, what to say, I acquiesced to his demands and left his cabin. I had made several attempts to and fro from my cubicle and the Human Resources cabin for a project change.  People had warned me 2 years back that this Sigma Project only had an entrance and no exit. I gave a deaf ear to all their advises because of the young IT Engineer in me who was supercharged, pumped up and hungry for working in the corporate world. I had yielded to all his pressure because of the fucking 10% increment that he had promised me.  My work life was like a newly wedded bride who arrange-marriaged an unknown stranger and still displayed an animated smile to the world presenting her fake happiness.  That day I cursed myself for not being able to raise my concerns or voices to my boss. Indirectly, working on the automation project implied working late hours after completing regular office works. It was an additional responsibility.  

'FUCK,' I screamed at the top of my voice as I inserted the bike key into the ignition. 
"Why did I commit to his demands?" I screeched and cursed myself as I rode the bike on the sodden deserted roads. It was 11 PM. I had consumed the leftovers from the other day and that was the major disadvantage of staying away from the family and I was used to this life!

"Sample automation framework," I typed into the Google Search bar of the chrome browser.  At the same time, I heard a  chat notification on the Facebook chat.  "Heard, he nominated you for the automation initiative," Anamika, my best buddy from work had pinged me. 
"How do you know?" I replied.
"Rajan from Apex. Don't you know he is a radio," she said and I decided not to entertain her in the chat. I politely refused to acknowledge her. 
I surfed my facebook feed. 
"Abhishek Tyagi is with Garima Jain at Phuket," read one of the statuses and "Enjoying honeymoon'  was written under it. 
"FUCK," I said. People these days are so obsessed with social media these days, I thought and scrolled down. As I quickly scrolled down, my eyes chance upon the first profile listed on the Facebook Suggestions section.


Young, enigmatic, big eyes, arched eyebrows, cute nose, full lips, and an oval face refined her looks. She is such a delight to the eyes, I thought to myself. Her arched eyebrows had already wounded me and I stood there watching her photo like a defeated warrior even before knowing her properly.  I was astonished to see that we had 147 mutual friends. And then I confirmed that she must have been a blogger.  The crazy fact about blogging was that any random blogger would send you a Facebook friend request even if you liked their blog post just once. Adding and Accepting friend requests from unknown bloggers was becoming an integral part of my life. Without any ado, I clicked on her profile picture and glanced through her photo albums. NO, I was not being a stalker but my eyes never missed beautiful lasses like her.  I clicked on the 'Add as a Friend' button and continued admiring her beauty. A loud beep on my phone woke me up at 8 AM. 'Divyashree Sharma has accepted your friend request'  I read as she just stepped into my virtual world along with the others!
I wrote her a 'hi' to which she never replied. On further research, I realized that she was a published writer and had lots of anthologies and books listed under her Goodreads. A Plethora of talent she was! 
I tried connecting with her again but she never replied. To gain her attention, I even liked her recent posts and even commented on a few of those but she never replied.  My mind decided  to distract myself but somewhere my heart was still confident that she would talk to me soon. But how soon, even my heart wasn't aware of this! 

23rd November 2010.
'Divyashree Sharma has her birthday today. Wish her on her Facebook profile.' beeped my then-famous-expensive Samsung Galaxy S2 phone. 
That was Facebook's way of reminding people about their friends birthday. 
Though I had added her long back, we had not even interacted even once.  This was a perfect opportunity for me to gain her attention. I decided to write something unique that would instantly impress her. 
"Happy Birthday to you Divyashree, from your FAVOURITE Facebook friend :) " I typed on her Facebook wall. 
And I quickly typed 'Happy Birthday :)' on her chat and as usually she never saw it. 
Hours later I received another notification from Facebook that Divyashree had replied to my post. I was craving to see that but that was going to be a special moment in my life, I thought! 
"Thank you!!!"  read the reply.
"WHAT THE FUCK!" was my instant reaction. "Just a thank you?!" 
I decided to focus on other things. By then I had also completed the automation project and got promoted as a Senior Software Engineer. 

23rd November 2011
Me - Happy Birthday Divya <3 :)
She - Thanks!!!

23rd November 2012
Me - Happy Birthday Divyashree!  :-)
She - Thanks!!

23rd November 2013
Me - Happy Birthday Divyashree Sharma 
She - Thank you!

23rd November 2014 
Me - Happy Birthday!
She - Thanks a lot!!!

23rd November 2015 
Me - Happy Birthday to you
She - Thanks!

23rd November 2016
Me - Wishing you a very happy bday
She - Thank you!!

23rd November 2017
Me - HBD
She  - Thanks a lot!

During this period of time, I had seen several projects, many managers and many promotions. I got promoted from Associate Software Engineer to Software Engineer to Senior Software Engineer to Associate Lead to Technical Lead to Team Lead to Project Manager. ALL in these 8 years but one thing never changed and it was her trademark reply to my birthday posts on her wall - Thanks!!, Thank you!! and Thanks a lot!  She seemed different from the other Delhi girls. 
The funny part about this was that I even shifted my base from India to London.

One of those days, I was casually surfing through  Instagram. I was checking the Instagram stories. I saw Divyashree's story."HOLA" to which I replied 'Hola!"

Anyways, I never thought of getting any reply from her.
"Como estas," she replied. I was surprised initially and couldn't believe my eyes.
Me - Muito bem. Mucho tiempo Divyashree.
She - si. Muy Bien
Me - Todavia escribes?
She - Translate, please
Me - Do you really think I know this much? Lol
She - You were Googling it? Lol 
She - I was wondering.
Me - I have an inbuilt Google translator in my keyboard.
She - What's your name?
Me - Georgy
She - You are Indian?
Me - Yes, I'm! Mumbai Indian but living in London
She - I am from Shimla but studied in Delhi. Have you ever been to Shimla?
Me - No, but I've heard that its good.
Me - A land that shelters beautiful girls like you ought to be beautiful no ;) 
She - hahaha 
Me - Why does your face look shrunken from the last time I saw you?
She  - last time you saw me?
Me -  I mean in the photo. 
She -  I was just wondering what if you know me somehow and I am not able to recognize you.
Me - We are friends on Facebook 
She - Seriously? 
Me - Yeah and we have spoken before.
She - Really?
Me - I used to write happy birthday on your wall and you used to reply 'thanks' without a smiley. 
She - What's your Facebook name? and how do we know each other?
Me - We both had 147 mutual friends when I added you.  That must have got inflated to 500 today. 
She - Georgy what? 
Me - Bush! :P :P
She - Not funny
Me - Georgy PK
She - Oh yes, I know you!
Thank God! she recognized me! I jumped in joy. 

Me - What do you do for a living?
She - I am a journalist with the Times of India.
She - I moved to the mountains for peace. I love Shimla and I live with my family. 
Me - I bet you must not be more than 23
She - I will be 26 in a few months. 
Me - And when is that? 
She - You must be knowing that... birthday wishes :P :D
Me - Yeah, that's how I talked to you all these years through these birthday wishes.
She - Hahahaa ... I don't usually talk to people... I must be high on something that I did today. 
Me - Today miracle happened yar
She - but its good. We got to know each other.
That day we spoke a lot. I compensated for all the 8 years that I didn't talk to her. This talk was supposed to happen in 2010 but got delayed by several years. I was turning young once again. For some weird reasons, it never felt the same. I never garnered any feelings for her but I wanted to befriend her and that was what something I desired the most.

Me - Do you know Sagittarians like you and me are the flirtiest of all signs
She - I don't even know to flirt. Teach me
Me - Shame on you, Sagi!
She - Teach me
Me - Are you Google?
She  - No, why?
Me-Because you  got everything that I'm looking for
She - Your mum must have eaten a lot of spicy food when she was pregnant because you are sizzling hot
She - Hahaha, actually she did and I love spicy food.
Me - That's why you are hot :P
Me - I canceled my shadi dot com account the moment I saw you
She - I canceled my shadi the moment I saw you. Hahaha
Me -  There you go! Were you born on Diwali?
She - No. Is it because I lighten your world
Me - No, because you are a patakha (Bomb)
She -  Hahaha  you are as cool as a cucumber
Me - And you are as hot as my Coffee
Me - Where were you all these days? I wish you replied to me on 23rd March 2010
She - Damn, you even remember the day when you pinged me. Were you stalking me all these years?
Me - I have no time to log into Facebook and you talk about stalking.
Me - Can I tie your shoe?
She  - Why
Me - Cause, I don't want  you to fall for anyone else
Me - Do you sit on a pile of sugar or what?
She - What? Why?
Me - Cause you got a sweet ass
She - Oh God! that was a good one.
Me - Do you think we should know each other?
Me - I am blinded by your beauty and I'm going to need your name and phone number for insurance purposes.
She -  Divyashree is my name and know each other as in?
Me  - As friends!
She - Shit. I told my parents that we are getting married and you just broke my heart calling me a friend!
Me - Haha and who will give me your number? 
She - Mr. Pick up lines king, the number for what?
Me - For insurance purpose ;)
She - here it is  98###76##4
Me-Wow, Can I follow you home because my mother always told me to follow my dreams.
She - Hahaha, I am super drunk right now. Do you want to talk for a while?
Me - Now? It is 2 AM
She - I am gonna call you now.

She called me on my phone and we spoke for another hour. She had a typical Delhi girl accent and she sounded familiar to me. Our discussions ranged from how I added her, politics, work, blogs and whatnot. We were slowly transforming into good friends from birthday-wishes friends.
Me - Hey thanks for calling and chatting with me 
She - :) 
Me - don't you think I should get a Padmashree for teaching you so many things today.
She - dude, why do you need a Padmashree when you have a Divyashree hahaha 

Since then we used to talk to each other every day.  Just that she wasn't the same 17 year old anymore and I wasn't the  22 yr old anymore. Life had taken an unexpected turn. The then rude Divyashree had turned out to be my best friend. We liked each others company.
Somedays she used to ping me - "Why am I so attracted to you?"
"Attracted?" I replied.
"I mean why do I like to talk to you so much?" she questioned.
"That's because we attract the same energy ;)" I replied.
"Hahaha, I love you :*"  used to be her instant reply.
"I love you to moon and back :*" I used to reply.

We loved each other as friends.  This Hola girl remained my greatest friend ever. I adore her company and I will always be there if she needs anything from me. I also serve as her advisemaven whenever she wanted to talk about her relationships.  She had a stunning personality though she got angry like anything. 

During one of those days, to soothe her, I would write - "Forgiveness is a trait that only great people possess and I always saw you as a great woman." 

"Wow, I am angry on you but everything aside I love this line!" 

Late but never that late, I never realized that this hola girl would turn out to be my best buddy until I replied to her Hola.  Not to forget those birthday wishes and plain replies for 7 long years.  This girl had something in her! Such was my Hola girl, my greatest friend! 

In this life, we often come across many people and some of them play a cameo in our life while some stay. Some advise us, some love us and some help us in our growth. But there has to be someone with whom we gel well! Life is short and keep meeting amazing people. By this, I don't mean that you keep adding random people without knowing them or stalking beautiful girls or guys in social networking sites. Just Kidding!

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A Mighty Heart

heart to heart talk with an angry girlfriend

"Babe, things do happen for a reason," he muttered.
"Certainly," she said brusquely and continued, "But I can't forgive you every time."
"It takes a mighty heart to forgive people like you," she said, "Its time to break up."
"And thanks for forgiving me," he said.
"No, I have not!" she replied.
"Shut up! I am talking to your heart!" he replied.
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Wednesday, March 25, 2015

Destiny’s Game!

Short story

It was September 29th 2012, an ordinary day in the life of an ordinary individual who knew nothing apart from work. I was busy engrossed in my Test Case designing task. I was going through the review comments that I had received from my onshore technical architect regarding few of the test cases that I had written. He wanted a walk-through review meeting and he assured me to close all the comments and he even informed me that he would give me additional scenarios.

I rested my head on the desk and looked at my workstation. I stared at it  wondering if lady luck would bring good fortunes in terms of good hikes and onsite opportunities. Every engineer craves for it! At the same time, Sheetal pinged me on Smart talk messenger, the one used in our office.

Sheetal – Dude, tomorrow there is a recruitment drive at JP Morgan.
Ravindu – What? Seriously?
Sheetal – Yes Ravin, I got to know from my friend who works there and they are looking for people with 3 plus years of experience.
Ravindu – Yes, we fit in well…Lets go for it.
Sheetal - :) Yo
Ravindu – Cafeteria in 2 minutes?
Sheetal – Okay... 2 minute starts now.
She locked her system and left for the cafeteria. I too locked my system and switched off my monitor screen. I silently walked towards the ODC gate so that no one gets hold of me.  I rushed to the cafeteria and by the time I reached, I saw Sheetal gorging on the wada pavs.

I ordered lemonade and sat next to her.
“Dude, not done... you are 5 minutes late,” she said, some part of the food she was eating was stuffed inside her mouth.
“Listen, I will meet you tomorrow at Malad railway station sharp at 9 am.” I said.
I took a sip of the lemonade I was drinking and said, “Will they give us 30 % hike?”
Sheetal gave me an ugly look and said, “Ravin, it’s a big organization dude. Expect at least 50%.”

We spoke for few minutes about different testing related concepts and got back to our respective floors.
I stopped doing my test case writing work and quickly opened and started searching for interview related questions.
“Difference between Regression testing and retesting?” I read the first question on that website.

I knew the answer. In fact I had been doing that since the day I joined the project.   Regression testing is testing the additional modules other than the impacted modules of software so as to find any bugs that got introduced as a part of a defect fix! Yes, I knew it! I said to myself and moved on to the next set of questions.  For 5 hours, I religiously googled for different testing interview questions. By the time I left for home, I had known most of the important interview questions.

The next morning was an important day for me. I was going to attend a job interview after 2 long years. It would be a great learning experience, I thought.  I had set an early morning alarm at 5 am. I revised few concepts. By the time the clock struck 7, my confidence level had grown strong. I decided to perform my daily morning rituals of brushing, shaving and showering.  Some say the first impression is the best impression. I had to look dapper and smart. I quickly gulped my breakfast that included an obligatory toast and coffee. Yes, I’m a coffee person!

I called Sheetal wanting to remind her of the job interview.  It occurred to me that she was still sleeping.  I realized that she was not taking the interview seriously. But even then I was already tired of advising her time and again. I anyhow wanted to grab the opportunity and get the job! All my attempts of calling her actually seemed futile. But anyhow I managed to inform her and she got ready too. As promised I met her at the Malad Railway station. Early morning almost all railway stations on the Western line are flooded with people. We both witnessed a sea of people and we had to struggle to reach the West side of the Malad Railway station.  We hailed an auto rickshaw to reach the Mind space office of JP Morgan. On my way, I called my Boss Mr. Khurana to inform him that I was not well and hence I couldn't come to office.

“Ravindu, say something,” Sheetal said.

“I’m sorry I didn’t pick your call,” she added.
“It’s okay!” I said and looked at my CV.  Sheetal was my best friend at office. Usually people don’t make best friends at their work place. But for me she was someone with whom I could share all my secrets. I couldn’t remain angry on her for a long time.
We reached the Mindspace office and filled in the form that was given to us by the receptionist. Sheetal gave me her friend Kanika’s Employee code that we were supposed to fill on the Referrer’s details. We waited for our turn and finally our call came. The interviewer arrived with his colleague to interview me.

He looked like a middle aged man of around 34 – 36 years old. He asked me about myself.  I answered him everything.  He asked me from requirement analysis to planning and from defects to execution.  The interview went on for 45 minutes. The HR asked me to wait.  My friend Sheetal’s interview went good too!  We both sat next to each other. She was to my left.  It seemed that we both had cleared our first round.  We both looked at each other and we experienced our initial Eureka moment!

“I’m so happy, Divya…Very happy,” I heard a voice next to me. It was a girl, a candidate like me and Sheetal. I stood there speechless for a while after I saw her. She was excited and it was clearly evident from the conversations she was having with her friend.  She sat next to me, towards the right and my nervousness grew more. She looked at me and smiled. My mouth refused to open up. I wanted to ask her about her interview and what all questions did they ask. It seemed my tongue was tied up.

She was too cute, I thought! I kept staring at her. From her discussions with her friend, I derived that she had cleared her 2nd round.  How could god make such pretty women? She looks so cute, I said to myself.

She had a neatly braided hair, middle partitioned. Her thick brows made her look good.  Her eyes, almond shaped, seraphic and magical hid the eternal universe. It was an Ocean of grace and one could plunge deep into it.  A cute nose, pink lips adorned her face. An attractive mole sat in between her lips and her nose that defined her beauty. It was the most riveting part of her face.   What was I doing there? Wasn’t I supposed to think about my interview? For once I completely forgot my interview. Sheetal was waiting for her next round. She wore a formal blue shirt and a trouser.  Her elegance won my heart and I had already started to like her without talking a single word.  She was neither a Queen nor a princess but yet looked like one! She was an ordinary looking girl like most girls. She wore no special make up – no mascara, no kohl’s.  If my eyes were a camera, I would have captured every single moment and preserve it forever. But unfortunately, my eyes were just made of tissues and blood vessels.

I mustered enough courage to talk to her and by the time I opened my mouth my friend Sheetal interrupted.
“Hey, what did they ask you?” Sheetal asked the girl.
“Just general testing questions. Priority, Severity, Smoke testing, Sanity and so on,” she said and smiled at my friend.
I loved the way she smiled. I had never seen a woman smile like that before.  No, not exaggerating!

My mouth was shut by my friend when she interrupted me and asked her that question. I too wanted to ask her the same.  The HR had come to call me for the second round. I was confident that I would talk to her after my 2nd round gets over.   My 2nd round was easy as compared to the first. But somehow my mind was strolling across the girl whom I saw for the first time.  I wanted to talk to her again and befriend her. But by the time, I came out from the cabin, my eyes hunted for the girl! I scanned across the reception and the waiting room. She was gone! May be destiny didn’t want her to be my friend. But I had liked her too much.

That night I couldn’t sleep. Whenever I closed my eyes, she appeared in front of me. If her name was known to me, I would have found her on Facebook and LinkedIn. But unfortunately I didn’t know any details about her.

Who was she? Why did she attend the interview on the same day as I did? Why did the thousand butterflies flutter inside my stomach when she sat next to me. I never knew her but still I had hots for her.  I had no reason to fall for a woman I had never met before but it was not love! It was instant attraction that grabbed my heart. I couldn’t stop thinking about her. Her face flashed in front of my eyes. Destiny had played a big game with me.  Days passed and I got back to my business of testing applications. Eventually her memories faded away. I shared everything to Sheetal .She asked me how was it possible to like a girl without knowing her. I had no reasons, no answers! May be she was a passing cloud in my life who entered my life, poured showers of happiness and quickly dispersed!

Three months later….

“Sheetal, it’s the same girl whom we met at the JP Morgan interview.” I pestered Sheetal to look at the girl whom we met at the interview.
“I don’t remember her face, Ravin,” she replied.
“Go and talk to her …Please, please, for me...” I joined both my hands and pleaded her. My lost happiness came back once again.
The girl looked behind and I realized that it was not the same girl. She was someone different.  The clouds of happiness receded away and disappointed haunted me once again.

I assured myself that someday I will meet her again, walk across the corridors and talk about the day when we met. Yes, I was very much sure about that!  And that day I will let her know how much I liked her! I plan to be a good friend to a woman I never knew!

It’s said that ghosts of past do haunt us in future. But in my case it was not the ghost, it was an angel!

( To be continued soon...)

Sunday, March 03, 2013

Truth is stranger than fiction

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"Maa, today I have a strong desire to listen your bed time story," I pestered my mother to narrate me a story. I always remember that my mother used to narrate me stories that happened around her. She used to tell me about the home she visits every day. Every day she came back , she would tell about the woman, her husband and her daughter.
"No, darling! Not today," she replied me.

"Mom..Not fair," I grimaced and continued, "You have to tell me."
"Please understand," she said and added, "I am tired today." She seemed tired. She used to visit every house in the neighbourhood and would accumulate food that she finds. She would get those for me. I could say that I gorge over a variety of food items collected by my mother.
" have to tell me," I got vexed for once.
"You can never understand your mothers plight, darling," she said with a straight face.
"Fine, you will know when I die because of fatigue and tiredness," she said , her voice low.
"Mom..Please don't say that for God sake," I said and continued, "I only have you...I have neither my father’s support nor any relative who would provide me with guidance in case of your absence."
"So you care for me, right?" she asked.
"Yes, maa."
"If it is so, then allow me to take rest," she said. "But maa!" I said and continued, "I only told you what my heart desired."


Saturday, December 22, 2012

The Tag - Mistakes happen!

Disclaimer - Strictly Fiction!.Not intended to hurt anyone or any group of people!!

“Oh hurry up girl!,” Priyanka said to her best friend Zarine as they were walking towards the main gate of FCC College. It was a special day for them. After 3 years of togetherness, friendship, love and fun, their college journey was coming to an end. It was their farewell party. 

“Hang up girl, I have to wear this red lipstick, baby,” Zarine retorted.
“Oh dearie...we are already late,"
"Oh it’s still 4.25... We have to reach by 5," Zarine said and removed her red Lakme lipstick and started applying on her lips. 

"Darling!! Won’t you take my pic," She winked at her. Priyanka had a Nikon cool pix with her. It was said that she had stolen her brother's camera while he was at home for vacations. He never knew that his own younger sister had taken his camera.  He had to buy a new Sony Cyber shot - an expensive one.  Priyanka always carried her Nikon cool pix and her Blackberry curve with her. She was techsavy. All the photos captured on her camera would definitely make an entry to her Facebook profile.
It was already 4.55 pm and finally Zarine had worked on her looks and they clicked 68 photos focussing her lips and face.

"Oh God! We have already taken 68 photos and our party has not yet started," Priyanka said as she browsed through the photos on her camera.
"Don't I look gorgeous?," Zarine said as they both looked at their pictures.
It was sharp 5 pm and everyone assembled at the auditorium. It was the same auditorium where Zarine and Priyanka had gone for a singing audition but sadly they were not selected. Everyone gathered at the auditorium and sat on their seats along with their gangs.

The Principal and the faculty members of various departments were seated at the stage.
"Good Evening Everyone!," said Sharda Waghmare, the Principal of FCC College of Arts, Science and Commerce, Kholipada.
"May we get in mam," Priyanka and Zarine said in unison. “You girls can never be on time, huh," Prof Sharda said.

"It is your last day at FCC and it’s disappointing. When will you girls learn?," The professor said to which everyone present at the auditorium started laughing.
“Oh Pri.. She started again..This is so embarrassing," Zarine whispered to her best friend. "You may enter," The Professor allowed both the girls inside.
They both walked ceremoniously as if they both were walking on the ramp of a fashion show. Zarine hunted for a seat but she could only see an ensemble of students seated and as a result her eyes failed to spot vacant seats.
"Oh Zarine...come here, " Priyanka called her best friend as she located two empty seats at the front row.

“Oh no ...front row.. You nuts or what," Zarine uttered. Finally they both got settled. "That’s why I always asked you to be on time," Priyanka glared at her.
"Oh whatever," Zarine adjusted her hair and looked at her Galaxy S3 front camera to see if she was looking fine. 

Everyone tried their best to look good as it was their last day.  The professors gave their speech and then the party started.
"We have a DJ party and dinner arranged for you, " Professor Sharda announced.
"Have fun and don't misbehave. It’s show time guys!!, " She said and the professors left for the staff room.


Friday, November 02, 2012

Birds of a feather flock together!

 Disclaimer - Strictly Fiction!!

“I know you’re leaving in the morning when you wake up,
Leave me some kind of proof that it’s not a dream,
You are the only Exception……,”

My IPod nano played the Paramore song as I waited for the Delhi Rajdhani Express  at Bombay Central Railway station. It was not the first time Arush fought with me. We have been fighting like cats and dogs since the day we met each other at College. I was his sweetheart and he my life. I remember the day when he proposed me at our college cafeteria in front of our juniors. To some it looked like a melodrama and to some it looked like fairy tale story. But today things have veered out drastically. I looked around the railway platform and observed a Sikh family waiting for the Rajdhani Express just like me. Tears welled down my eyes as I stood there helplessly at platform number 1 of Bombay Central railway station. I wiped my tears as they involuntarily rolled down my cheeks. Some say that birds of same feathers always flock together.

‘Now that you’re busy in your office work, I ‘m sure that one day you would die in harness leaving me all alone. For all our dreams won’t materialize and I am quite sure about it,’
I browsed through my cell phone messages. That was the message which angered him. How could a man forget his wedding anniversary?. Priorities change and people change but it is said that true love never fails. I strolled through the railway platform till the train arrived. I anticipated a phone call from Arush.
I looked around as the train arrived like a serpent, slowly and steadily. I boarded the train and hopelessly looked outside the window to see if he arrived.
‘Beep…Beep,’ I received a text message. It was Arush.
‘Honey, where are you?. Tried calling you. Didn’t you know today was the last day to pay our electricity bills?,’
I read his text message. Two minutes later he tried calling me once again. I cut the phone. I was a rebel since my childhood days. Maa always had issues about me.
‘Still Angry Sweety?,’ I read his other text message.
‘I don’t want to talk,’ I replied him.
It was 17th September. It was our 5th wedding anniversary. It was a red letter day in our life. I was all alone watching the Saas – Bahu soaps on Sony TV and my beau was busy attending Client meetings at his office in Singapore. I never demanded anything from him. All that I expected was just a phone call. It is true that expectation always hurts. He came back home after a week. He seemed to have forgotten me.
‘You will be loyal to me naaa,’ I always used to pester him during our memorable college days.
‘Yes Tanya…I will be loyal to you and who else. I am all yours,’
He used to reply whenever he was confronted with such questions. It is painful to be stranded all alone at home on your wedding anniversary. I was extremely hurt. He woke up from sleep after jet lag and smiled at me. I glared at him in reply to his smile.
‘Whats wrong Honey?,’ He smiled and got close to me.
‘Nothing wrong…,’ I got back to kitchen.
‘There is something bothering you,’ He followed me to kitchen.
I wiped the tears from my eyes. ‘You have changed Arush,’ I sobbed.
‘Tanya… tell me what happened lovely?,’ He got serious for once.
‘Why don’t you marry your work and live with your boss?,’ I said as I washed my face.
‘Work is important and I am surprised to hear such things from you,’He replied.
‘Yes work is important, but I would like to remind you that I was important too,’ I added. ‘I used to be your life and you said you would be loyal and committed to me,’
Arush had a charming personality that attracted many girls. I was lucky that I got married to my sweetheart. I was feeling lonely as I saw love being educed out of my life. I soon started feeling as if I was deprived of love.
‘And…I am still the same and you are my only love,’ He retorted.
‘I am sorry to say that. Your priorities have changed. You’re no longer mine,’ I replied.
‘Dammit… give me some break. I am tired of justifying things. You can leave me if you want…,’ He got vexed and left.
Today was a different day. I was going to leave Arush and Mumbai for once. It was all over. The train commenced sharp at 4.35 pm.
‘Tell me where are you Tanya?,’ I received another text message from him.
‘You know that…I had texted you already,’ I replied.
‘What…When…I didn’t get any such text..Tell me where are you?,’ I received another text message from him.
I soon investigated my cell phone to check the message only to realize that the text message was not delivered. I was allotted a seat with a Parsi family. They amiable chatted with me and the journey was good. The old Parsi couples treated me as their own kin and made me feel comfortable. I enjoyed the scenic beauty of the mountains and rivers as the train moved. The train reached New Delhi Railway station at 8.30 am as per the scheduled time.
I carried my luggage and stepped outside. I saw Arush standing in front of me. He smiled at me to which I grimaced.
‘For some reasons, you look more gorgeous when you are angry,’ He smiled again and collected the luggage from me.
‘Maa told you about this?,’ I curiously asked him.
‘Yes…She  had called me  and informed me about your visit ,so we all wanted to surprise you,’
‘So it was all planned…you guys are so bad,’ I hugged him.
‘Of course darling. You are the same rebel kid Tanya,’ Maa told me as I observed my family members who came to pick me.
‘Love you guys..’ I hugged my mother.
‘Today I promise you that I won’t let work come in between you and me,’ He kissed me on my cheeks.
‘And if it comes then..,’ I winked.
‘Then you can expect me to be at this place…Promises are promises,’ He said.
‘Idiot..My love for you is true..How could you even think of leaving me?,’ He added.
‘I am so sorry Arush..I promise I won’t do that again..,’ I promised him.
‘We are going to Maldives…. so how excited are you? ,’ He asked me.
‘,’ I said and hugged him.
‘Jiju – Didi. 2nd Honeymoon..Ahem,’ my younger sister laughed. It’s true that true love triumphs and at the end of the day its true love never fails.

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Thursday, July 26, 2012

That Moment!

Disclaimer - This is a work of fiction

The 7 am alarm boomed violently as the morning sun peeped in through my window to welcome me to a new day. Finally I woke up as my eyes remained partially opened. I rubbed my eyes as I stood near the window to observe the young morning sky which displayed a wide gamut of colors ranging from Red to Orange. It was then I realized that I failed to bid adieu to the stars and the moons which I loved watching every night. They surely must have been disappointed. My hair was mussed up as I had messed it up.

"Gudiya Bitya!,”  I looked behind to the  sight of a man , strong and tall. It was my dearest Papa, whom I loved more than anyone in this world. He had a broad shoulder and a perfect physique. The one thing which I disliked about my Papa was that he never cared for himself. The rugged look of his face only made him look old although he was a middle aged man. The stubble on his face would remind you of some Bollywood action hero of the 70's era.

"Papa..," I smiled and hugged him. He kissed me on my soft pink cheeks."Common, brush your teeth," He asked me.
"Hurry up," He said as I quickly rushed towards the bathroom. I got myself ready and wore my brand new favourite frock which Papa bought me weeks ago.  He neatly oiled my hair and combed it. 


Tuesday, February 14, 2012

Love & Lies 8 - Final Part

 Disclaimer - All characters in this story are fictitious. 

Read Part 1, Part 2, Part 3 , Part 4  , Part 5 , Part 6 and  Part 7 

I was feeling dejected and low.I have never cried in my life before but after falling in love with Afreen,I realized that even I am an emotional person. Love and breakups are quite common these days.People do come in our life as Afreen once told me.These are the ones who mark their presence in our life,leave some special memories and finally leave us.I pondered over for a while and learned that what I was doing was not wrong.However it would be like hurting myself.You can never fall in love with everyone.Its these special,like minded souls  who attracts you.My feelings for Afreen were intense and real.
That night I could not sleep.Lately I realized that I was turning  into an insomniac.I woke up at 9 am.Mother had cooked Puri Bhaji for breakfast.My face was pale after the events which happened  during night.
'Good Morning Rahul!!,' My father greeted me.
'Morning all set for work today,' I smiled at my dad.
'Yes dear...make sure you attend all your management classes and don't bunk ,' He laughed and  left for office.
It was after many years that I'd seen a smile on my fathers face.I loved him . He was my first hero like all dads in  this world.
'Bye Papa...,' I bid good bye to my father.
'Mom...4 puri is enough..,' I said to my mother.
'No, should have 2 more are a young will you  get enough strength,' Mother caressed my hair.
'Ma..thats okay..I think I should leave for classes now,' I flipped my mobile flap to check if I'd received any  text messages.I could see 1 unread message from Afreen.

'Good morning dear :) . I think I should be extremely sorry for what happened yesterday night.I know you must have been hurt badly.Even I like you,I am sorry I could not accept you.I belong to a Muslim family.In Islam,we can't marry a non muslim guy.I'm a religious person and I have to follow it. And I can't do anything against my family and religion. I love them and I can't break their trust.I hope you understand and you are a nice person.Please lets be good friends,' I read a long text from her.

'Good Morning.Its fine. :) ,' I texted her back.

I wore my shoes and by the time I left my house,I received a phone call from an unknown number.
'hello,' I greeted.
'Hallo are you? Remember me aaa?,' The caller said to me.I believed that I had spoken to this person before.
'Hey I know you...your name is.......,' I said.

'Hahaha...Ganesh ...Muthu Ganesh,' He laughed.
'Oh my god..Ganesh...where were you so long man.. got your teeth fixed?,' I asked him.
'Yes ..the doctor fixed my teeth...Now I look more smart,' He laughed.
'Haha...Competition for Rajni Haan..,' I replied him.

'No sir..Rajni is can you compare me with him,' He said.
'What the hell is Saami?,' I curiously asked him.

'Saami means God ...I called you to ask about the girl,' He said in his typical South Indian accent.
'Which Girl?,' I asked him.
'That girl... Abhran..or Abriiin something,' He told.
'Oh Afreen..well she broke my heart  man..she hates me.She hurted me very badly and now I am nursing my broken heart,' I said to him.

'Ayyo Paawam!! Don't be sad Rahul. Just think that the girl doesn't deserves such a wonderful guy like you,' He said. The discussion turned serious.

'If your feelings for her was true and you  really loved her,then no matter what she will come back to you very soon. True love is precious and has a special meaning.She will be back ..don't worry,' He added.
'Lets see...thanks Ganesh ..I feel better talking to you,' I smiled.
'I wish you good luck...But I advise you to take wise decisions because this is related to your life and love is a special feeling which seldom happens,' He said.
'God Bless you dear :) ,' said Ganesh and hung the phone. Its true that when you meet like minded people you tend to follow them. Ganesh was a gentleman. For some reasons I admired him. He pretended to be a jester but somewhere in my heart I knew that he was a kind man. He was not preaching philosophy to me but those were true facts of life.

Days passed.Time flew. In this journey of life,I have met many people and each of them are special to me.I  was busy engrossed with my assignment works . Afreen used to call me.I used to see her missed calls quite often.At one point of time ,it happened that we seldom spoke. I was feeling better without memories of Afreen.But somewhere deep in my heart I knew that I still had feelings for her. I was getting busier as days passed.I seldom used to go online and check and Most of my time were spend in research work and assignments.I never replied  to Afreen's text message nor I entertained her calls. I didn't want to hurt myself by talking to her.I never wanted to fall in love with her once again.Once bitten ,Twice Shy.

"When You truely care for somone,
 their mistakes never change our feelings coz,
Its the mind that gets angry,
but the heart still loves !
I guess I urgently need to talk to you.Call me wn u r free" read the text message which Afreen had texted me.

I was working on the Marketing Project when I recieved her text.
"K ," I replied her back.

Finally I got time to call her.I called her at around 9 pm.
'Am I talking to Miss Afreen Shaikh?,' I courteously asked.
'Hey..what happened to you..why no texts and calls?,' She said.
'Don't you know people turn busier these days? I have lots of work and deadlines kill me,' I asserted.

'But you promised me we both would be friends...I miss you Rahul,' She said with a low voice.

'k..,' I replied.

'Rahul...we used to talk daily before like crazy..why don't we talk these days...I used to be glued to you,' said Afreen.
'Well..I told you that I am busy these days and once you told me that when either of us turn busy then we won't feel the same way.,' I replied her.

'Okay fine..I have to tell you something important,' With her voice turning low each time she spoke.
'What is that?,' I replied.

'I think I love you,' She smiled.
'Crazy can you love me..I don't have time for such silly things,' I was sounding a bit rude.

'Well seriously I love you..Now I feel like I can't live without you,' She said  while arranging her journals.
'I can't should know that we both are online friends. We have not met each other in real and we don't know each other'.
'How Strange and Weird. Today you realize that we don't each other ,haven't met and stuff. You should have realized that before you  send me an add request on Facebook. You have shown me dreams and you can't break my heart at this point of time,' She said.I had a feeling that she was about to cry.

'You are a religious person dear.Moreover you can't marry a Non Muslim guy.You love your family and  you can't break their trust.Its better we stop talking ,' I said with a straight face.

'What happened to you Rahul.You can't do this to me ...please understand me,' She cried.

I never wanted to hurt her.I never wanted to show her fake dreams and betray her.She loved her parents  and her siblings.Her family is her world.Her life revolves around her family.She can't do anything against her will.Infact I didn't want her to leave her family and come with me.She was  mature enough to understand complex things in life. I just want her to understand the facts of life.

'Why do you say all this Rahul?,' She was weeping.
'Honestly speaking I never loved you Afreen,' I said.

'The biggest lie which I ever told you was that I LOVE YOU, I'm sorry Afreen,' Teardrops  rolled down my cheeks as I said things which I didn't meant.I had to tell her purposely so that she could concentrate on her life and move on.Again I never wanted to hurt her.There was complete silent for 2 minutes.

'Afreen,Afreen...' I was worried.
'I am hating you because  you're hurting me .Good Bye Rahul Meher...Good Bye forever,' My words angered her and she threw her cellphone out of the window..

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