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This post is about my guy. No, I'm not gonna write on how we met and stuff. I'll write a mixture of everything.

The last series which Vicky has written is dedicated to me. [ Blush Blush :$ ] After reading the first part, I was like 'awwwww soooo sweet'. Strangely, we were not seeing each other when he started this series. He had told me that very shortly he'd write something for me. When he posted the 1st Episode, I had an inking that this is me. Later on, he would discuss every minute detail with me, on everything about me. As the series progressed, our love was also moving, actually jumping steps ahead. :)

There are certain things which happen in every love story, which is happening with us too. We fight like hell, well not everyday but yes may be every 15 days :P . Whenever we fight, I always decide on not receiving his call, come what may! But, the moment I see his name flashing on my cell's screen, I'm like - "Ooohhhhh… I can't live without talking to my baby". There's silence for at least 5-7 minutes after receiving the call. Then again fighting, which follows by 'coochi cooing'.

Know what baby? I really don't like some habits of yours. Like, I keep talking until my throat pains and you quietly and patiently listen to me. It so irritates me. But then, I like the way you say "Aisaaaa, Achaaaa, Hmmmmm, Uummmmm, Fir Fir" and so much more which obviously I don't want to mention here. ;) And of-course, I LOVE the way you care for me. It happens in every relationship but still. The way you take care of me when I'm unwell; the way you make me laugh when I'm sad or in bad mood; the way you make me understand when I'm confused; the way you make me feel extremely special; the way you wake me up from sleep; the way we call each other by those shweet shweet names. Every breathe you take makes me feel that it's for me and me only. And, how could I forget to mention that we love pulling each others legs. :D The first thing I want in the morning after I wake up is you. I go to bed thinking about you. In my dreams I see you and you only. Every fraction of second has your memory and love in it. When I eat your favorite food, I feel so elated as if you have cooked, specially for me.

I guess there's only one similarity between us but many dissimilarities. The similarity is that both of us are introverts but when it comes to you, I'm a complete extrovert. I'm always in a hurry about everything but you take your own sweet time no matter what the conditions are :@ . I'm very impatient and you're the opposite of it. I'm quiet short tempered and you are the calmer one. I'm the talkative one (with you only) but you hardly talk. The list is endless. But, as we all know, opposites attract. May be that's the reason of us being so much in love.

After all the love and praise, I want to tell you something and that is, tell me things directly rather than indirectly at times. I don't understand, you see. Or rather, I want to hear directly from you. But anyways, I love you a lot, no matter what.

LOVE YOU LOTS … MMMMMMWWWAHHHH.. [ HEART ] .

We went to Brigade Road for dinner that night. After dinner, roaming on Brigade felt like a dream. The crowd was very less. I was feeling like prince, strolling with my princess - hands in hands. Back home, just before entering home, she gave me a long tight hug at the porch. It felt like eternity. We walked into our room in each others embrace and collapsed on the bed. She looked into my eyes for sometime and then closed her eyes. My angel was in my arms. I gently kissed her on forehead, eyelids, nose-tip, cheeks, lips. After each kiss, she held me even tighter. Then she started with kissing my chin. Within half hour, she had covered every inch of my face with her love. I held her in my arms as my baby drifted into sleep later on.

Next morning, while still half asleep, I felt hot air blowing on my face. But there was something unusual. This hot air had this nice aroma which felt sooo soothing. It was she breathing on my face, whispering in my ears - "Wake up baby. Good Morning". I opened my eyes and saw her looking at me - all smiling. As my eyes met her, I saw the glint of morning sun in her sparkling eyes. I received a wet kiss on my cheeks as morning breakfast. She giggled and was about to leave my bed side when I pulled her back in and wrapped her in my arms. She started tickling me and so did I. Best way to wake up. :)

I skipped office that day. Next few days as well, for that matter. Spent every moment with her, helped her tiding up the house, played with her, cooked with her and everything. Next week onwards, I had to go to office anyway, even though I wasn't feeling like going. She hugged me at the door and kissed me 'bye-bye' and 'come back soon'. On the way to office, I was missing her already. I could still feel her tight embrace, her body pressed against mine, her breath on my cheeks, her wet lips on mine. I kept calling her from office every now n then. And seems she was seating beside the phone all day, as she was picking up the phone on 1st ring itself. My manager wasn't happy though. Apparently I spent more than half the time in office on phone and on top of that, left office earlier than usual. :P

I picked up some flowers for her on my way back home. Couldn't wait to get back home. This was happening for the 1st time. Usually I was among the last person to leave office. But now things had changed. I had someone to come home to. Damn this traffic, the cab was moving so slowly. The 10 minute drive to home took like forever. When I reached home, a surprise was waiting for me. She opened the gate for me and Wow!!! She was standing there like a seductress, oozing a lot of oomph. She welcomed me inside the house, made me seat on the couch and gave me a juice. Then she told me take a shower. I couldn't disobey this diva. I was spell bound. So, I was in the bathroom, standing under the shower. I thought she was in the kitchen, fixing me dinner. But suddenly I felt her behind me and then I felt her fingers on my bare back. She was running her palms on my back. I was shivering under the hot shower. She came more close, kissed me on back of neck and hugged me from behind, her hands on my chest. A current ran through my body. I turned around, cupped her face and kissed her wet trembling lips. We kissed madly, like never before until we both were breathless. Her cloths were all soaked in water and her body felt great against mine. Then she started kissing me all over my body. The touch of her lips on my skin was driving me crazy. I was loosing control of myself.

I pulled her close to me, wrapped my hands around her waist and started kissing her all over. We both were kissing every inch we could place our lips on. My kisses on her neck were sensuous for both of us. I carried her into our bedroom, she clinging onto me with her legs and hands, we both kissing all the way. I collapsed with her on the bed, which got wet from all the water. She got rid of her wet cloths. She was looking smokin hot and yet soooo beautiful. And she was blushing now. At first she pulled the sheets to cover herself, but then she came rushing and hugged me tight, her body pressed against mine. I made her lie on her back and kissed all over her body for the first time. I wanted her badly. We made love that night, for the first time. It was heavenly experience for me. As she slept in my arms that night, I felt like the most blessed guy on earth.

Days passed by and before we knew it, we were celebrating our 6th 'manniversary'. That's a term we coined. See, 26th May was the day that we had confessed our love for each other. Since that day, we celebrate on 26th of every month. Come'on. Wait for anniversary is very long. So, we celebrate manniversary every month. It is our own valentines day which comes every month. :) But from the day after the 3rd maaniversary, I noticed that she wasn't her usual chirpy bubbly self. Something was amiss and she wouldn't tell me what. On my prodding, she'd tell me that she was just a bit tired. But wouldn't let me skip office to stay with her. This continued for couple of days. Then I refused to go office one day and stayed with her. We spent all day in our bedroom. She rested beside me, her head on my shoulder and hand on my chest. I held her close to me. I felt her quivering. I pulled her up and looked at her. Her eyes were moist. She tried to hide it and buried her head in my chest. I just held her and caressed her. I knew anything else wont do any good to her. Finally she whispered in a chocked voice - "I miss mom and dad".

We both had wished for a happy life of togetherness. We had wished that we'll get married with our parents' blessings. But since that hadn't happened, we were just living together. Everything was there between us. All the love, happiness and understanding. Everything that a couple wishes for. I knew if I asked her to marry me, she'd accept it. But she'll always feel the absence of her parents' blessings and that's something that'll keep her sad maybe deep somewhere within. So, I never raised the question. But now it was time. But just as she, just as we had wished for. I have to make it happen. We were going back to where we eloped from. Her city, her parents.

She was reluctant to go back there. She was afraid that her parents will take her away from me. But I gave her strength and assured her that I won't let anything bad happen. When I stepped into her parents' house, holding her hands - it was a scene from some Karan Johar flick. Total chaos prevailed for quite some time. But long story short, her parents were happy to see her again. Apparently, they had imagined that I'm a bad guy who had bewitched their daughter and won't let them see her again. But when they saw that she was happy with me and I'm not really a bad guy, they accepted 'Us'. Maybe the fact that we stayed together for 6 months influenced the acceptance. :P I called my parents there as well. Now, the two sets of parents had their formal meeting. Well, that was really just a formality as they knew they'll have to accept the marriage now. When they came out from their meeting room, her dad welcomed me with open arms and so did my parents for her. Just then, I went down on my knees, held her hands, looked her in the eyes and proposed "Would you spend the rest of your life with me?"

Epilogue :

26th December - the day we got married - on our 7th Manniversary. This marriage was definitely 'not made in heaven'. We had many turbulence and roadblocks. At times, it seemed that god himself is dealing cards against us. But we never gave in. We fought against all adversaries and finally made it work. We got married. But this didn't end there. Our married life faced hardship as well. Couple of times, it was on the verge of break-up. But, we survived everything. But that's another story I'll tell you some other day. For now, let me wake my angel up and wish her happy 50th marriage anniversary and 607th Manniversary.

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Read all the Episodes - one by one - Here. And wait for the upcoming PDF book. I'll mention the names of those who participated in the Survey for Episode 6 there.

It's been half hour since we reached MP. She was asleep with her head resting on my shoulder. I didn't want to wake up my sleeping beauty. she was sleeping like a baby.I ran my fingers through her hairs and was looking at her closed eyes. I had this urge to kiss her eyelids. But then she opened her eyes very slowly and our eyes met. The tiny hint of a smile on her lips was looking so cute. 'Good Morning, sunshine'. Kissed her on cheeks instead. :) After she had freshen up, we alighted from the bus. Our 1st stop - MP.

We took our 1st lunch together at a local dhaba. Not a fancy restaurant and all that glitz. We sat on the 'charpayi' and had a normal meal, followed by a glassful of lassi that we shared. But still it was so romantic. Through out the course, we kept looking at each other, giggling. Often some food would spill out of my mouth due to the giggling and she'd smirk. Then she'd make me eat the next few times from her hands. That was very sweet. So, I'd deliberately spill food and make her do that again. She understood what I was doing but still fed me with her hands. Well, I fed her too and each time she'd brush her lips on my fingers. She even bit my fingers twice. Hmmm.

A caravan of farmers / traders was heading towards Amravati. We had better means to reach there but she chose to travel this way; as we'd get more 'fun time together'. We sat on a heap of hay in one of the tractors. As the caravan begun, we lay there next to each other and watched the white clouds falling behind. I shifted to my side, lifted my head and looked at her. She was looking so beautiful in the evening light. I was again running my fingers through her hairs, touching her ears, caressing her cheeks; all the while looking deep into her eyes. She was getting more n more silent, her skin getting warmer. Don't know if her eyes were attracting me or did she really pull me towards her, our faces were at a distance of few centimeters now.
I could feel her breath running down my face. Her body was shivering in my embrace. Her eyes were shining like a thousand stars. And her lips were quivering. I saw a few dew drops sparkling on her lips and felt bewitched. I touched her lips with my thumb. They were very very soft. Her whole body shivered. Then she lifted her head just a bit and I traversed rest of the distance. I gently touched her lips with mine and kissed her. She held my head with both her hands and pulled me deeper. We both kissed each other passionately for couple of minutes. Nothing else seemed to matter. When we let go to catch our breath, we looked into each others eyes like we've never seen before. I kissed her again - long, deep, wet n warm. Our 1st lip kiss. The best moment of my life so far.

I took her in my arms and she wrapped her arms around me. I kissed her forehead and she let out a soft moan. Every little noise that she made, drove me crazy and I held her even tighter. Everything in the way was so beautiful. The clear blue sky, the west-bound sun, the cool breeze, the mustard field, the river, kids playing on the village road, ladies carrying pots of water - everything was sooo soothing. This was our real India Tour. By dinner time, we had reached Amravati. We hit the local market soon, as suggested by our ride. We held hands and just roamed the market. I found a real cute n beautiful bracelet for her. It looked even better on her wrist. She liked it too and kept playing with the beads. And I got a peck on my cheek in return. It wasn't supposed to happen but my cheeks and nose-tip turned red. I was blushing...!! Gaus, where do I hide?

There was a bus leaving for Mumbai shortly. But we both decided that it's better to take rest for the night. We checked into a posh hotel. At the desk she registered herself as my wife, to avoid any suspicion & unwanted questions. When she pronounced her name with my surname, I felt this rush of emotions. I was happy beyond all measures. I couldn't hear what else she said at the desk. I wanted to hug her then n there. I barely managed to contain myself. But not for long. I just followed her into the room and as soon as the room-service left us, I instantly hugged her tight. Seems she also had this rush since the front-desk. She held me even tighter. And maybe we let out a tear-drop or two. 'Coz for a moment there, my vision went blurry. I made her sit on the couch, went down on my knees and rested my head in her lap. She played with my hairs very nicely, and kissed my temple. That felt very sweet. My future wife. My gaze went to the bed. Double-Bed. What....!! 'DOUBLE BED'. She had booked a double-bed room. Then my gaze came back to the couch. Damn. I'd have to sleep on the couch.

I prepared the bed for her and picked up my pillow & sheets for my night-out on couch. As I headed towards my 'couch-cum-bed', she gave me a puzzled 'what-on-earth-are-you-doing' look. I didn't know what to say. She took my stuff out of my hands, threw them on the bed, looked me in the eyes and said "I LOVE you, I trust you and I'm not afraid of you. You can sleep on the same bed. Don't behave like a stranger with me". After a little debate, I had to give in, as she threatened to sleep on couch. We ordered our dinner and had it delivered in the room. Another round of feeding each other followed. This time it was more spontaneous and intimate. The touch of her lips on my fingers felt so sensuous. After dinner, we sat on the bed, my back against the wall and she in my arms. We looked back at the past two days. All the lovely moments that we spent together, hand in hand. We talked till late night. She needed to sleep now. My angel was tired.

We lay next to each other for the second time that day, this time on a proper bed and just two of us. I was wondering if she did this just out of courtesy or to show her trust in me or something else. She was just looking at my face, eyes half closed, as if drifting into sleep. I was trying to read her face. But I couldn't find anything. Instead she read my thoughts. She flashed another magnificent smile, placed her palm on my cheek, kissed the other cheek and then kissed me very softly on my lips. Wow, I was also drifting into sleep. Was I already dreaming? I kissed her back. 'Good night. Sleep well, Darling' - she said to me and slept in my arms. I kept looking at her. The most beautiful angel was sleeping so peacefully in my embrace. All my dreams had come true. Slowly, I was also asleep. After all-day-fun, the body needed some rest.

Next morning, when I woke up, she wasn't there beside me. And, where am I anyway? For a minute there, I couldn't remember what has happened in the past couple days. Was it all a dream? It can't be. Can it? Then she walked into the room, with a tea-tray in hand, which she placed on the bed-side table and sat next to me. She kissed me again [guess where] 'Good Morning, baby'. Wow. The best way to wake up every morning. I took her in my arms and pulled her onto the bed. She lay below me and was trying to get free. As I brought my face closer to her to kiss, she gasped and pushed me away. 'Ish. Go brush first. Dirty Boy'. I made a sad face and descended from the bed. Just then she hugged me from behind and kissed my neck. For a moment there, I felt lightning bolt running through my whole body. I turned around and hugged her tight.

We came to Mumbai on the next bus. After taking rest for an hour, we went to Marine Drive, Chaupati, Gateway of India etc. Saw the Arabian Sea (any sea for that matter) for the 1st time. I was amazed at the vastness of the water-body and was thinking about typical hindi love songs. Like - 'Sagar ki gehrayi se gehra hai apna pyar' [my love has more depth than sea]. I was wondering how can something be deeper than this vast ocean? I guess I wanted to ask her this. But when I looked at her, I knew those lyricist aren't totally mad. Walking on the beach at sunset with her hands in mine was great. The brick-red sky, mild roar of the ocean, the waves lapping up our feet - everything was soooo romantic. We vowed to be together for the 'rest of our lives' in front of the setting sun.

We took the night train from VT Station for Bangalore; our Final destination. As usual, we talked till late night. This time, we didn't need to share bed [berth, actually] as a single berth wasn't enough for two people. ;) So, Good Night kiss, Mmwwaah Hug and two berths facing each other. That was the night on train. Next morning we both were excited like anything. After all, by that evening we were going to be at home. OUR home. We both were smiling, giggling n stuff. After freshening up, she took out a bag of Lays chips for break-fast. That's her one childish habit which I really don't like. She eats junk-food for breakfast. I mean, come'on. Eat something healthy, baby. I took away that bag and offered a bread-butter toast instead. She made this innocent kid face who is forced to do something that she doesn't wanna do. Huh. I'm not falling for this. You got to eat healthy. She didn't say anything and finished her toast. After we were finished with the breakfast, she said - 'Now, my turn'. This time she took out a cake box, picked one cake slice, put half in her mouth and offered me the second half. Though the curtains were drawn, I checked to make sure no one was snooping. Then I came close to her, took a quarter portion in my mouth and begun chewing my way in. In some time, I had claimed my half of the cake and my lips were caressing her lips. At the end, donno who got which half of the cake but we ended up kissing each other madly. The chocolate cake added to the flavor. Not a big difference though. Her lips are anyway always delicious. :) The best dessert in the world, patented for me.

Towards the eve when we were about to reach Bangalore, I was standing near the gate to watch the fields and stuff. But she won't let me stand 'so dangerously' near the open gate. No matter how much I cajoled her, she kept pulling me into the coupe. Finally I had to give in. I was slightly irritated as I didn't get to see the scenery. But then I felt really good too, that she was actually worried about me and was taking care of me. Anyway, we finally reached Bangalore around 7PM. She was excited like a baby. She was talking and chirping and laughing and everything. I got off the train first, unloaded the baggage and .... when she was getting down, took her right hand in mine and helped her alight the train. Felt like receiving my princess in my kingdom. :) Welcome, my princess.

Took a cab from the station and reached my home directly. On the way, she was constantly looking out of the cab window, taking in the view of the new city. She was here for the 1st time in her life. And, I was just looking at her excited n happy face. We both were lost in this activity and lost account of when we reached our home. The driver had to call out 'Sir, we've reached' twice to get our attention. Ohhhh. Finally. I unloaded the baggage once again, took her bags myself, [ no mistake this time. :P ] took her out of the cab and headed towards OUR home. And Opened the main entrance. We both stood there, perplexed, for quite some time. It was a big moment for both of us. The she said "Let's get in. I'll take right foot-step first to make this moment auspicious". I looked into her eyes with all the love in the world and said - "There's better way of doing this". She gave me another puzzled 'like-what?' look. I placed my right hand on her waist as if to hug her. Then with my other hand, swept her off her feet. She was frightened for a moment but then was very thrilled. She placed her arms around my neck and held me tight. And I carried my princess in my arms into OUR HOME.

[ To Be Continued ... ]

Previously in the Series :

• Episode 1 : Jab We Met [Online]
• Episode 2 : Be my (L / W) ife
• Episode 3 : The Rendezvous
• Episode 4 : Arranged Love

We are supposed to marry a total stranger and still spend the rest of our life with him / her - 'happily ever after'.

Well, that's the general scene in India; where love marriage is still a taboo. We [me n my love] decided to take the plunge. When our love was rejected by parents even after lots of cajoling, praying, crying - we decided to elope. Thankfully, we weren't totally alone. We found a friend [F] in her cousin who supported us secretly. After she was virtually locked up in her room, F came to her rescue. F contacted me and told me all that was going on at the house. There was a chance of she being forcibly married off in a hurry. So, we had to think fast n clear. We devised a plan and acted on it. F helped her escape the house, not at mid of night, but broad daylight. That was pretty brave and brilliant. I still get goose bumps thinking 'Wow, we pulled that one off'. We met at the park again. F brought her to me, placed her hand in mine and said "Now she's yours. Take care of her. Don't ever make me regret what I just did". I hugged F instantly and assured that I won't let anything bad happen to her. F took off saying it's better if she doesn't know where n how we're escaping now on. Now it was just me and her, holding hands in the crowd, looking deep into each others eyes. There was lot of expectations, joy, excitement in those eyes. But more than anything, there was a hint of tear in the corner of her eyes. She was sad 'coz of the way she had to leave home n family. I felt sorry for her 'coz she had to do this for me. I gave her hug, kissed her forehead and whispered in her ear - "Everything will be ok. U sure U want to spend the rest of your life with me?". My heart skipped a bit when she quietly freed herself from my embrace and turned away. Ohhh, to pick up her bag. Then she faced me again, looked me in the eye and said "shall we begin the rest of OUR life?".

I felt like I had never felt before. I was overwhelmed with all kinds of emotions. Now she was my responsibility, most precious part of my life. I'll guard this angel from all the evil of this world, care for her, love her, pamper her n always keep her happy. She'll have my babies some day, we'll be proud parents ourselves. "Shall Weee...?" Ohh, she was reading my thoughts.

Me  : Let's go.
She : Helloooo ..... Mr. Hubby to be .... am I supposed to carry my bag myself? :p
Me  : oooopss. [after taking the bag] Just the bag? I can sweep u off your feet and carry you as well in my arms.
She : Ohh yeah...?? Lemme see you try that.

As I made a move to hold her, she blushed away. "Have u gone crazy..!! Do that when we're alone at your home. Now let's move" And thus began the 'Rest of our life'.

[ To Be Continued ... ]

Previously in the Series :

• Episode 1 : Jab We Met [Online]
• Episode 2 : Be my (L / W) ife
• Episode 3 : The Rendezvous

Upon landing, finding her in the crowd of people waiting at the reception area was my 1st concern. How am I gonna find someone whom I've never seen. As a last resort, I can call her or maybe she's holding a placard like some others, which I find quite funny nd irritating sometimes. But nope, I didn't see any placard with my or her name on it. To get me more confused, there were atleast 30 - 40 girls my age there, quite a few of them eying me. Is she the one.....?? No, she thinks I'm lost. Her....?? Ohh, she's receiving her dad or uncle or whoever. Oh, I think that's her; the girl waving at me.. Hii....... iiiiisss. Com'on, how can I fall for this? She was waving at the guy just behind me. She ....? Her ....? That Gal ....? This .... That's her. Found her. The most beautiful girl among all of them.

Ok, that's an exaggeration. :D Still, for me, she was THE most beautiful girl there, as she was looking at me with all the love of the world in her eyes. I realized she was following me with her eyes all this time. I needed no introduction. The moment I saw her, I knew it was her. I couldn't take my eyes off her. I let go off my baggage and spread my hands, ready to embrace her. She walked towards me with increasing pace and suddenly broke into a short run and lunged at me. I held her in my arms and took a 360 spin. We both held each other in close embrace, looking deep into eyes, feeling the rush of the moment. Our first meet, first touch, first hug.

Later on that day, we were walking on the park side. She was walking by my side, clutching my hand, her head lightly resting on my shoulder. I wished that we could go on like that for ever. She hadn't talked much since my arrival. I knew she likes to let the 'eyes talk', but com'on yaar - say something to me. And she said "Take me away from here, far away - with you". I told her that I was gonna talk to her parents 1st and ask for their permission. She was dead against it from the start. But, at last she also believed that she must give them a chance. I told her how to break the story at home and what she needs to do. Gave her lotsa courage and never let her feel alone in all these. She never let go off my hand even for a second.

That night, she told her parents about me. They didn't take it so well. There was catastrophe. she was virtually held up in her room whole of next day. She persuaded them and gave them time to think. At last they agreed to meet me. She was happy, for the time being. 'Coz she never believed that her parents would even grant me a visit. She gave me a call, all excited, and asked me to come over the next day. She was giving a lotsa tips about what her parents like n dislike and such stuff. I heard some, missed many. I was just absorbing the excitement and happiness in her voice. Tomorrow was the big day - Meeting the parents.

I reached her home on time. I was drop-dead afraid, standing on her porch. I was sweating in winter. Her cousins took me to the living room. They all were askin me lotsa question - how we met, what we intend to do etc. They were all sport and helped me get at ease. But the moment her parents walked in, I was shaking in my shoes again. Her dad's killing stare or mom's despising gaze weren't helping either. But then I saw her behind the curtains, trying to give me confidence, even though she was afraid herself. There was this mix of excitement, expectation and fear on her face, all giving her a face pink tint. There were lots of hopes in her eyes and her lips were quivering. I knew I got to do this, got to win her. All my fears and inhibitions were gone and I faced her dad with determination.

But, let's just say - it didn't go that well. Long story short - they had agreed to meet me - just for the heck of it. To show her that they met her demand, saw me and didn't find me suitable. They had no intention of giving us a fair chance. When her dad finally said "Stay away from my daughter", she came out from behind the curtain and protested. There was this verbal brawl, which was terminated by her dad slapping her. She was in tears, tears of contempt, sadness, anger. That broke me. I knew I got to take her away from there. Our option A had failed. now it was time for option B. We paid they our respect by asking for their permission and blessings. Now it was our turn to make our own way. Our option B - Elope.

[ To Be continued ... ]

When I say we weren't meant to be together, I mean it literally. God played all the tricks in his sleeve to prevent us coming together and later, to separate us. I found her in the most unconventional way. It was the blogsphere where we met first, virtually. I just randomly landed on her blog, read a lovely poem and left a comment there. She thought it was someone she knew. So, she approved the comment, but still, to confirm his identity, she pinged me over the chat. Turns out, we were total strangers to each other. Still we exchanged our Orkut profile links. I found out that she was already talking about me with another friend of her. I checked both the scrapbooks to see what the conversation was. She got a hint of this snooping and confronted me. I defended myself as I didn't think that I did anything wrong. That's how it all started - with a fight.

Later on, we were chatting and mailing like anything. But our timings never accommodated that. Whenever she was online, I was off and vice versa. Still we made it point to reach out to each other every single day - by mail, orkut, blog comment et al. I'd stay back in office late-night so that I can meet her online and she would go online early mornings for the same. Yet we weren't a couple. In fact, we were madly trying not to fall in love. She won't give me her cell number, won't send any pic, would say how her parents can fix her marriage any day. I on my part, was trying to take my attention off her by concentrating on other girls here. Ohh, this HR is so cute, I can date her. Girl next door seems interested. We can go out. I tried to be an average spoilt guy - dating girls and not serious about a thing. But no matter what I did, at the end of day everyday, I thought about her only. Later on, she also started doing the same. She'd tell me about her latest crushes. I thought that she's just teasing me, which she loves to. But I used to get upset after such conversations. I got my unfair share of sleepless nights. All night I'd think what's happening to me. I can't be in love with her.... I haven't even seen her. One couldn't be in love with a person without seeing him / her. It must be jealousy. . Am I in love?

Then one fine day, she gave me her cell number - at last. She woke me up that morning with the sweetest 'hello'. Guess I was reborn that day. We were now talking, chatting and SMSing like anything. By this time, we were acting boyfriend - girlfriend, virtually. We would sing to each other. I loved to call her 'Shona'. So, 'Hey Shona' was our love song. I recorded this in my voice and mailed her. She used to listen to it all day. That very thought used to tickle me all day. She loved all the songs I loved. Every other day, I'd tell her how I'd like to spend the rest of my life with her. We'd talk about possibility of love brewing up between us, live-in, marriage, life after that, our kids et al. But everytime, at the end she'd say that she won't marry me. :( Broke my heart. All this under the wrap of 'casual kidding and teasing'. No one would actually say how much we loved each other. I wished we could really consider all these. At least, I wanted her to know that when I say that she's the best thing to ever have happened to me, I really mean it. But she didn't understand it then. We were merely playing hide n tease. Then one fine day, she called me up and said "My parents have fixed my marriage and I'm getting engaged next month".

[ To be Continued ... ]

Mini:	hi again! the other day I just read what u had to say abt girls liking spoilt guys.. and like the rest of my girl community..I too had a few thoughts abt it..
Me:	k. So, what's your take on it?
Mini:	well..there is a reason y girls like such guys.. it's not because they see their future life partners in such guys.
Me:	I never said gals marry such guys. When it comes marriage - 'Nice Rich Guys' are still the favorite. 'Bad Guys' are kool for dating.
Mini:	u see, most girls will not accept it.. but more often than not we r always trying to impress the opposite sex.. and bad guys kind of are a challenge.. its like..if I can make this guy fall for me..or steal this guy away.. then I can make any guy fall for me.. kind of attitude..
Me:	Wow, that point didn't occur to me. :#
Mini:	u see..girls also kind of use the "kool" guy to boost their own self esteem we all like to feel good abt ourselves right..? :$ and when this guy walks away..the opposite happens.. the moral goes down.. and then the desperation is not exactly to win back the guy.. but to win back the lost self esteem.. u see it is not abt the guy or how cool he is.. usually girls never like such guys.... its all to do with pleasing their own ego.. so girls actually dont care abt such guys.. they just look at it as an opportunity to judge their worth with the opposite sex.. I hope I am making sense here..
Me:	Well, that's certainly one large chunk of gals' attitude. But I do know lotsa gals who fell for all wrong guys, though several nice guys were ready to die for them.
Mini:	there are exceptions.. but more or less..somewhere deep within most girls have this desire to find out how good or how bad they are at getting a guy who is difficult to get.. well..u dont get it.. the girl hasnt exactly fallen for this guy.. she is just testing her worth with him.. do I make sense?
Me:	I guess both guys n gals like to indulge in something that is hard to get.
Mini:	yes..that is human nature u see..
Me:	I got your point. But that's not universal. Those were actually in love with them. Crying in loneliness, wrist slicing - I've seen them doing these.
Mini:	thats what u think..but trust me..u r far from the truth its all to do with coping with thier lost self esteem ..their ego.. they loose their personal worth when they dont manage to get what they want.. its not specific to this guy.. look at it as a job left undone.. failure in a particular project that was critical to the client and u being responsible for it.. wouldnt u bury ur head in shame..its the same case. they dont slice their wrist for the guy..they slice it for themselves.
Me:	wow, :o u talk 'Uber Kool'. U argue well.
Mini:	I am not arguing.. I am just letting u see things in a different perspective.. else u would never understand girls ;-)
Me:	by argument - I didn't mean two people up in arms against each other argument as in - knowledge imparting.
Mini:	and u know what..its not that girls fall for money.. for them money is just as important as it is for any guy..or any human being.. but some relate money to success.. if u are able to earn a decent living u have discipline in life.. u r worth trusting.. then u r a safe guy to date.. but if u r not worried abt ur future..and dont care abt a job..and would rather live in rags.. then how would a girl think of a future with u.. its not abt money..its about security
Me:	What kind of logic is that ---? Rich guys are Disciplined, trust worthy, safe.?
Mini:	Yes
Me:	Aren't rich guys spoilt, arrogant and use gals as toys?
Mini:	safe as in..they can think of some future in the relationship I think that point i made it clear previously..
Me:	Future as in 'Holiday in Switzerland' future?
Mini:	future as in a comfortable living .. not a holiday in Switzerland..but atleast a trip to Goa. maybe manali..once a yr..
Me:	My point is 'The 1st thing that a gal looks for while dating or marrying a guy is - MONEY' How much does he earn? Will he be able to give me all heavenly comforts?
Mini:	well... :p ..again u r wrong boss.. first thing they look for is some basic compatibility..then they look for the money.. as in money relates to how successful the person is on his own.. if he has a full time job..is educated enuf.. then why not go for the guy..
Me:	compatibility - who cares? not gals. all they see is money.
Mini:	money relates to stability..not materialistic pleasures.. :D :D :D .. u will be surprised to know the truth..
Me:	how else do one explain awesome beautiful gals hanging out with total fat-ass rich dorks?
Mini:	I told u right.. it boosts their self esteem.. to make a rich guy fall for her.. then she is sure that she can get the guy she wants.. she gets confidence.. the girl is usually not at all interested in the guy
Me:	Forget dating. I'm talking about marrige here.
Mini:	marriage ..again..itd a very crucial thing.. many people get married for different reasons... usually its the guys who marry for money (dowry) so dont blame the girl for choosing a rich guy if her dad is willing to pay to buy her a hubby..why not she go for the richest one
Me:	I think dowry is no longer existing in our society. even if it is, it's gonna be wiped out soon. but, gals n family hunting for the lion is not gonna end ever.
Mini:	well.again u think wrong.. One of my colleagues..k=just got engaged... and the engagement was sealed with her dad paying 2 lakhs in advance.. now she is a well earning s/w engineer.. i am talking abt people who have education and who know dowry is punishable by law so when a girls family is paying so much..they surely want a the richest buy they can get everyone wants a good deal right? dont u like it if u get a good deal in a discount sale..?? its the same case with the marriage market
Me:	well, what can I say to that except they are blots on the face of humanity.
Mini:	well..u will be surprised to know.. that 70% of the educated clan in our present society belong to this community.. I read that in some survey conducted recently..by a women NGO out here in Bangalore so if girls do go for rich guys..the society has a lot to blame for it..
Me:	different surveys say different things. I don't give them a damn. So, do U think gals are making a deal when they marry and there's no real emotions like love involved?
! - 5 minutes' silence - !
Mini:	in an arranged marriage ..its just a deal..more often than not..love comes in a lot later.. and its not just girls who are involved in it right..so r the guys.. they too want the best deal. they are willing to sell themselves in the highest market.. its the girl and her family who has to make compromises..
Me:	Well, I don't think that guys of today's age take part in this trade willingly. They just don't dare to oppose their parents who are of old mentality and ask for dowry
Mini:	Since I am a girl and have seen many of my educated friends finding it hard to find an arranged match.. I know it is true. I have seen it happen..not once ..not twice..but all the time..
Me:	what .... guy asking a gal - how much do u earn?
Mini:	nope..its even worse... what they indirectly ask is.. how much is ur family willing to pay for me as a son in law?
Me:	It's actually - "How much are u willing to pay to get my son as Son in law?" it's dealt between parents.
Mini:	that is even worse.. u dont do the deal on ur own.. u make ur parents as middle men.. and give them commission on it.. and then say things like u want companionship.. i personally believe that most guys are hypocrites.. they laugh at others selling themselves in the marriage market.. and do the same when their turn comes
Me:	NO - u r missing the point. Guys like me at least loath this ugly tradition as much as the gal does. It's like standing in mid market, with a price tag attached to ourselves, and people bidding on us.
Mini:	yeah so u see... dont blame the girls who look for maoney..guys are no different.. its again not to do with girls alone.. its general human mentality
Me:	I'm saying "GUYS TODAY DON'T LIKE IT". It's the parents who are indulging in it.
Mini:	guys who say so are hypocrites.. no one including parents can sell u off without ur consent once u r an adult
Me:	then I must say U don't understand what 'being in a family' means?
Mini:	and usually in case of girls as well.. its the family who goes searching for the rich guy.. it is imbibed into them from childhood itself.. so again..it is not gender specific..its specific to the entire human race the family pressure is more for girls than the guys.. often girls find themselves in compromising positions,, and are helpless.. need to do things for the family well..I think I should break the gender war here..
Me:	Ok, sure. It's hotting up unnecessarily.
Mini:	just want to say that, instead of closing ur mind towards the female community, try to open up and think of things from their perspective.. it will give u very good insights on why they act the way they do and sorry if I was :@ rude..

Wow. :o . What a roller coaster ride it has been. The chat script above is just an excerpt. We discussed this for almost couple of hours. Later on, our convo revolved around another major issue in today's social life. Maybe I'll write about it next week. It felt nice to converse with someone who's this much composed and clear headed. That's the power of blogs. U get to experience different views, that might change your outlook. What started as discussion on College Romance - gradually engulfed marriage, dowry, society and what not? Great talking to her. Well, she didn't leave any contact info and said "I'll talk to u here". That way, she can contact me whenever she wants but not the other way around. Not fare. :(

Guess I'll get lot more reaction from several others in the coming days. Looking forward to it.

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Then there is Satyanarayan Sir. He joined us during our 2nd year in BE. Very strict and high-handed. He was walking terror for the whole college. Pin drop silence reigned in his classes. But strangely enough, he took a liking for me and gradually I was one of his favorite student. Just like my kindergarten headmaster, he had 'seen a great possibility' in me. He always gave me tips, suggested books and kept me under his 'protection'. Other students who were 'traumatized' by him, didn't quite take it well, and I was christened 'Satya ka Daamaad' [son-in-law of Satya]. [Just for the record - he's unmarried and doesn't have a daughter] It was their way of making fun of us and venting their frustration. I quite enjoyed their envy. I felt privileged. It's true that he was lenient as far as my little mistakes like 'dozing off in class' were concerned. ;) But he wouldn't spare me if I ignored my studies. But I didn't give him any chance for that.

Satya sir is highly misunderstood. His primary concern was always the betterment of students. Good at heart. But maybe his approach or attitude was wrong. He used his seniority as weapon and was ruling the department. He never made a request or asked us to do something; but always gave orders. Old school approach - 'strictness will do them good and bring order and chivalry'. His image in student mind was that of a dictator. He was nicknamed 'SatyaNarayan Shankar' on the lines of Amitabh Bachchan in Mohabbatein. Thus, his classes were never interesting for most of them, no matter how enthusiastically he tried to make them understand the lecture. During our final year, he moved to Telecom department, thus all these students hived a huge sigh of relief. I wish he had been a little more friendly and approachable. Then maybe, he would've been considered the best professor in college.

Then there was Vishwas Sir. He was junior to Satya Sir and had spotted me through him. He inherited the same liking from him. Though he was polar opposite of him. His classes were total chaos. He always tried hard to impart some knowledge onto us, a sincere good effort. But we never paid much concentration in his classes. He had no control over us. There's one incident that I regret till date. On one of his class, we 5 people were seated on the last bench of the class and were chatting among ourselves in whispers. Vishwas Sir spotted it several times and asked us to keep quite a couple of times. Seconds of silence and we were back with our gossips. Guess we'd overdone it. Suddenly Vishwas Sir lost his cool and shouted at us -

"I fU guys are not interested, U can leave. At least let them study who are interested"

Complete silence reigned for rest of his class. But before leaving, what he did bewildered us. He said

"I'm sorry about shouting on you guys. I shouldn't have. But please don't make noises in class"

He said sorry in mid of class. We felt so humiliated and so ashamed. He was sorry for no wrong of his. That incident made us realize how composed gentleman he really is. We never ignored him there after and he was always there for us.


OK. That would be the end of my little round up. And now, here's your chance to get famous, get featured. What all you have to do is - Lemme know if you have any such memories to share. If it is interesting enough, I'll publish it as another post with your name. U'll be given the full credit and a Guest Blogger badge, with the option of your photo and any details you want - published along side your post. Grab the chance and write to me. Your mails should reach me before 1st October '07. Have a great day.

Now when I look back at my life so far, I realize how blessed I've been to get those few great teachers. The 1st one who comes to my mind is the headmaster of my kindergarten school. He had spotted something special in me and took special care of me. Mom says the 1st thing I used to do after returning from school was doing my home-work. Guess I was a good student then. I don't really remember much of these. But there's one incident that I still remember as if it had happened just yesterday. It was after I had finished my kindergarten. One day that head master came to meet me at home and told papa "He's a special child. Take special care of him. He'll make it really big someday". Papa was so proud of me that day and so was I. I was bluntly telling everybody that day what he had said.

My next experience with teachers wasn't this pleasant though. I was in class 3 and there was this bully in my class but I didn't pay him much hid. One day he threatened one boy in the class to do as he says or else .... That other boy suddenly stood up in mid class, clutching his stomach and said "Sir, Bikram just punched me hard in stomach". That teacher was a relative of this boy. He just thrashed me for a long time, not listening to a single word I said. By the time he let go off me, I was all bright red - head to toe, as if I'll start bleeding any moment. On my way back home, curious onlookers made me feel sick. Everybody's 1st impression was obviously 'punished for some unforgivable mischief'. Through their eyes, I saw myself as a criminal. I kept running on road, shaking, till I reached home and broke down in tears. Mom went numb on seeing me and papa immediately rushed me to a hospital. A case was filed against that teacher. But he wasn't even questioned by police. He was let go. They said 'he just did his duty. Corporal punishment is a part of school life'. That was when I started hating the word 'teacher'.

Now a days, there's one or the other news of harsh corporal punishment every other day. Most people just skip such news, turning a blind eye. But ask someone who's been through it. Whenever there's one such news, I still feel the tearing sensation of canes raining on my skin. WCD is proposing some strict rules against such barbarism. Some people are opposing it saying 'that will ruin the tender relation between teachers and their pupils'. But what have they got to say about the total mental break down of a child thrashed in the name of punishment?


And now I'm all boiling up again. I actually wanted to write some nice memorable interactions with my teachers; about how Jeevan sir was like a father figure for me, and how sorry I was when I had compelled Vishwas sir to shout at me in mid class and later apologize for no mistake of his. But now that I remembered my class 3 incident, my mood is ruined. Just want to wrap up and grab some coffee. Will tell you the rest some other day.

Ria:	Good Morning. Nice Blog. what U've written is very true.
Me:	Good morning. Thnx. :) I know. that's y I've written it. :)
Ria:	hehe. bt one thng was wrong! how can u say... girls like only bad guys...??
Me:	well, all the gals i've come across - they prefer strong 'bad' boys who can give them sense of security from romeos on road.
Ria:	how can a bad guy give protection .. kinda contradicting... dnt u thnk so!
Me:	See - nobody would like to eve-teas them, as they won't like to mess with the strong built 'bad' boy. then the gal could flaunt everywhere - "If u harass me, my boyfriend will break your bones".
Ria:	jst for the sake of protection..how can a gal fall for a bad guy.... ths is sick.. common now..dnt tell me..tht evry time a gal walks out n guys start eve teasing.. it does happen..bt nt always
Me:	It's kind of gal psychology yaar. Sober is boring. "Bad Boys" is like a craze for them.
Ria:	i dnt thnk so..nt all gals r same.. i mst say..u hve always come across wrong types of gals thn..!!
Me:	I agree that all girls are not the same. but most are like this only. would U date somebody who won't spend money on u? or who is not physically strong built?
Ria:	trust me... i would nvr do tht..i kno u ll nt..bt this is the truth only for money...no ways common now there is hardly any guy who is nt strongly built.. n der is diiff between being strong and bad... n yes all strong guys r nt bad..
Me:	Know this - any strong built guy - who is a bit handsome - has a certain amount of 'casanova' character in him. Just like gals. any beautiful gal knows that guys are following her - so she acts like miss world and fools around.
Ria:	yeah ... I agree bt i kno guys who r good..bt nt really casanovas bt u kno wht..y the hell u shud evr give imp to good lookn ppl... we hve bettr thngs to do in life... dnt u thnk so
Me:	well, yah. My point was just that - most of the gals talking about - "luv" - are just bogus.
Ria:	and i thought, ths is wht guys think...

Hhmmmm. Interesting conversation. Had couple of more such conversation with others. There's this guy who exclaimed "Dude, U r really genius". HeHe. Will possibly mention some more in the coming weeks. Stay tuned.

First one is Preety. Well, she is no less than Aki either, character wise. She's big time man-eater herself. Dated more than half of the hot shots of our batch and made out with at least a dozen. No one could hold onto her for more than half of a month. Only exception being her latest date - our Aki. It's being said now that she's finally serious for a steady relationship. But look - with whome..? All her past dates .... all they were madly in love with her but she never gave their feelings a damn, broke their hearts and fluttered to the next Victim when they were of no more use - physically or anyways. But now, she's serious about Aki and wants to marry him. But for our Aki - knowing all 'bout her past affairs - she's nothing more than a wh**e. He gives us vivid description of his 'quality time' with her and makes fun of her. It seems quite evident sometimes that she knows all these, but still she clings onto him.

Before preety, Aki was dating her friend Sweetu. She's a nice and friendly gal. She was aware of Aki's flamboyant image but still proposed him thinking 'my love will change him'. ( caution gals, that never happens). So, Aki took good care of this opportunity and they started seeing each other. Every alternate night, she slept with him and soon became entirely caught in the web. Then one fine day, Preety got interested in Aki and he shifted to the new babe. Sweetu was so shocked to realize that her best friend stole her boyfriend. But still she kept nagging Aki - 'feel my luv' - kind of emotions. When we were shifting our base from college at the end of our college term, she came to the station to see him off and pleaded 'give me one more chance'; while all others were laughing at her.

But before all these happened, there was this gal named Rehana. Honestly, I don't know much 'bout the kind and depth of relationship they had. All I know is that one day she got to know all about him, so he broke up with her. But Rehana still calls him up at least ten times a day. Aki abuses her verbally with each and every word she speaks, all in our presence with cell speaker on. But she never gives up. No matter how much he bad-mouths her, she calls up every day. She acts so pathetic, yaar; she acts like a slave, with no self respect. I wonder what Aki did to her that forces her to stoop to such level everyday.

Aki has shifted his base from Bangalore to another metro of India. Roping in another gal. The point I'm trying to convey here is that gals are not 'satisfied' with a nice n sober guy. They find spoilt and 'Macho' guy - who gives the world 'a damn', and 'f**k the law' is whose mantra, much more dependable.

yes girls do fall in love at first sight. not with you but your wallet.

They think they will provide them greater security as others won't mess with this guy - and evidently they have lotsa money which they can spend on her. And being the girlfriend of the 'Hot' guy gives them a high. So, there's no 'Dil ka mamla' as far as love of a girl is concerned. All they care about is bank balance and hotness quotient. As Dilawar puts it - "girls do fall in love at first sight. not with you but your wallet."

Lemme know what you think of this. And do you believe in Love @ 1st sight? Leave your comments. And cast your opinion on the poll on the left side.

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SS was anyway genuinely worried 'bout me. For once, I was loosing her and also my beloved. She was constantly telling me to express my feelings to this gal. Her logic –

SS:	See itz nothing wrong to develop feelings for someone. Just go tell her. Itz imp for u to let her know ur feelings towards her. What if she feels happy? understands and respects ur feeling? prolly she will give u a friendly hug and say I understand :)

[ Read rest of the chat script in the upcoming PDF version ]

At times, I feel really very weak at my knees. When SS keeps pressing me to express my feelings, I feel like letting it out. What’s gonna happen? She'll avoid me? She's leaving me forever anyway. And even before that we're not really romancing. So why am I burning myself like this? Just tell her what I feel for her. SS makes me believe that she won't take it badly. But still there's this 1% fear of loosing what I already have with her - our precious bond, our special relation. No matter how much understanding she is - no matter how much she appreciates my feelings now - once I tell her the truth - there'll be always a certain / huge uneasiness between us. Our care free attitude will take a blow. And that will hurt more.

There’s another instance when she made me vulnerable. 1st July. That day I had a terrible argument with my roomie and was boiling like anything. So asked SS if she'll be awake till midnight so that I can chat and vent out. Around midnight she msged - "OK I'm here to listen. waiting". that itself melted me. So nice of her. I kept on ranting about all my frustration and she listened to all of it and kept comforting me. Then eventually there was this about how I'm suffocating myself by not expressing my feelings to that gal. This time she was giving me courage to look for hope in this fog. She said -

U know what? U love her immensely. True love.
I wish she could hear U.
Is she happy with her finance?
Some people just walk around as if they r happy, but still they have issues.
................
And she hasn't got married yet no? Go say. Ask her to read your posts.

All that she said were so SO provocative. For an instance I felt like calling her up then n there. But then, didn't want to create complications for her. All that SS said were filmy wishful thinking. She'll read my posts, feel the depths of my love, fall in love with me, break her engagement and marry me instead .... huh .... such things happen only in candy floss movies. Not real life.

all those feelings that she has been appreciating all along were for none other than herself

Everybody is an expert in giving advice. But it's only when they are thrust into a weird situation that they get perplexed. What if SS was really the one I loved? She has already read my posts. So, if I'd told her @ that very moment that It's U, how would've she reacted? Knowing that all those feelings that she has been appreciating all along were for none other than herself, will she still find them adorable? If can't expect SS, who I guess knows me so well, to fathom it properly - how can I pretend that she [one whom I do love ] will...?? So, it's better the way it is - buried. But SS was just being a supportive friend, like a strong pillar giving all the support it can to a collapsing house in a storm. What R friends for?

Anyway, I didn't start this doc to write about this gal but it's about me & SS. So, back to our story. Well, as it is with every young lady - the days between engagement and marriage are the most memorable days - full of excitement, compassion, fear and lotsa tender feelings .... blah blah blah. Don't ask me about it 'coz I haven't been through it personally till date. But have seen SS in this phase. She was so vibrant and yet vulnerable in those last few days. Used to cry a lot at the tiniest instance. She was worried about whether she'd be able to take proper care of AM and do justice to his endless love. I did my best to comfort her, but donno how much it helped. She was as brittle as always.

The day of her wedding was finally nearing rapidly. One day I saw her wedding invitation card on her blog. [ didn't receive any formal invitation though. ;) ] And then she called me up asking me to attend the wedding. "See if U can make it to the wedding". At that very moment, a previous convo that we had was playing in my mind. The night she had called me up after reading my post about her, she had said "I know U won't attend my wedding". We both were chuckling @ this, 'coz we both knew what she's saying is true. That was when she had promised last time to meet. She had said

"I suggest we'll meet sometime in July. Will treat U for everything - Job, Engagement and Wedding. I'll spend some time with you. I'm gonna miss all of U".

I didn't have high hopes on this ever. And as it turned out, she really didn't recall having said that ever. July just vanished from the calendar - just like that.

Anyways, finally it was 15th Aug, marking India's 60 years of Independence. But for me, more than that, the BIG day of my Best Friend SS. Texted her @ the stroke of midnight -

"Your voyage for a new life begins today. Wish U all the happiness in life".

Didn't call her up, not then - not ever after that. 'Coz now she wasn't just my friend. She was wife to someone. No matter how deep or pure other relations are, marriage does affect everything.

Didn't attend it physically, but kept imagining what could be possibly happening right now at the venue. The day after, a couple of visibly insignificant SMSs were exchanged. But well, those were possibly the last words we ever exchange. So, wouldn't delete them from my cell ever. She's leaving for US on 5th Sep. Unlike SS, who has a very poor short term memory, I remember such dates almost perfectly. I don't need it to be 1st May or 15th Aug. HeHe. Just teasing her.

Epilogue

It's been just a bit more than one year of knowing her. Met her JUST once and spent a lifetime [ or was it just a few fraction of seconds ] with her. She knows me more than any leaving soul on this planet. And I've seen all UPs and DOWNs of her life. Seen the little kid in her heart who helplessly craves for mom, finds delight in moonlit nights, gets frightened by cats, tries to catch butterflies. And yet sometimes, it's she only who's an adolescent lady - one who falls for a unknown voice over the telephone, finds kindling romanticism in getting drenched in rain, gets jealous of others falling in love but not her. Sometimes she is more mature than her age - raising her voice against the social evils - eve-teasing and all.

And above all, being the sweetest friend to me. The best thing that ever happened to me.

When she must - she stood her ground. At her weaker moments - she's as fragile as a newborn baby. Have seen her go through the turmoils of Apara - Infy - and Accenture. Been there when she was having a hard time with mounting pressure to get married. Seen her switching to arranged marriage clan. Seen her chirping like a humming bird, crying like a bereaved child, fighting like a warrior - facing the world with panache. And above all, being the sweetest friend to me. The best thing that ever happened to me.

And ya, the fear of loosing this sweetest friend is still there. I won't get to hear her voice - ever. She's gonna move to some US city and maybe only GTalk will be our mode of communication - that too for a limited period due to time differences. And even this communication is gonna die down soon after that. Life will always seem incomplete and in wait, just as this little diary of mine is.

I know U will, but still, can't resist the temptation of saying this to U AM. "Take care of Her".