Inspired by the love life of one of my friends, the story is a heterogeneous mixture of reality and imagination. The sad part till break up is his and the happy ending is my wish for him. May his efforts to win her back, bring his life back with her!
On my headphone was buzzing the George Benson song ‘nothing gonna change my love for you’ and it was all still in the near mid of night out in the street. I was on the road to reach out for my love, after sneaking out from bed. The phone in my trouser pocket began to vibrate with an awaited message which called out.
“Come up my single piece, the front door is just been unhooked and mama retired.”
With all love filled in my heart I hurried to find that excessively familiar gate that lay as always welcoming this clandestine visitor in the dead of nights. I pushed open the door and stealthily walked through the living room guided by the phone which glowed on pressing its keys. Then I was in her door where I lifted the curtain to see her silhouette forming an eye-catching figure against the dim light, all set for me. She was sat in the middle of the low bed. I slipped my slippers off my feet and climbed on the bed to have a good hold of her.
To that she whispered “hey, easy I am all yours for tonight like every night.” Then we planted kisses. She was in her top and lower.
As we both lay on our bellies we had lots to talk and in whispers she almost delivered her love quite lips touching my earlobe. Though it was her one person bedroom the bed was broad, occupied by her teddies whenever not me. There were three teddies and a toy which she called bunny and she was in love with those as much as with me.
Don’t know how come dawn while I was still caressing her tress and she nearly pulling down with doze yet struggling to cling; shored her head up with her elbow and fixed her eyes on mine.
I sat up and she knew it was time to leave. “Be careful, the dogs bark all throughout the night.” she kissed and I left. She stood in the porch watching me disappearing into the darkness.
On the way back I was startled by CRPF personnel standing under a street light. They were on surveillance in this highly insurgent part of Kokrajhar.
“Why the hell are you here out in this hour? Are you a shit! Move your hands out off your pocket.” One of them barked seeing me trying to pass them being cool on the surface.
“Nah, No, sir I am just a student who is gonna appear for class test tomorrow and is on his way back from a friend’s after collecting probable questions for the test.” I prompted.
On enquiring what I had with me I showed them my phone and memory card adding that I had copied the entire questions in my card.
“Don’t show your dumb face for any more nights, chicken! And now rush to your home” he was assured of me being no trouble.
I was back to my room and found the bed as I had left. I laid the pillows on the bed and covered with shawl to be seen like me dead in slumber. This was to deceive my dad who rarely comes to check my shawl somewhat in the night.
My Apache-150 who was destined to accompany me in every walk of life, my bafadar sathi, roared as I pressed the accelerator and I shot out of our open gate into the not very frequented road. In no time I reached our school where Sachikala and I wished the days to contain more hours than a real day. Then it was time we leave the school, and it was time we should bunk off the tuition and joy ride a long, long way to a place where people didn’t dwell even very far away from its premises; to a place where I held her arms and she loved to lay her head on my lap and at times on my shoulder. I was seeking the way where there was least chance of meeting any acquaintance of me and hers. And there was the highway almost spacious enough to fly my bike at 100 kmph.
Feeling my back with her petite hands and chest she couldn’t help but said, “You are the coolest rider boarded on earth and every time I am on your bike I feel like I am covering distances, swiftly and safely, to reach out for my place where I ought to be.”
The rays of the setting sun were piercing the blanket of mist shrouding the distanced mountain that seemed to limit our vision of the far, far land. There were woods of conifer in front of the two rows of foot hills and we sat on an embankment of the road that cut through the low lying meadows. The cattle were grazing hard in this last few hours of feast before their care taker bring them back home.
I felt the breeze and sensations of her hair carried by the gust pricking into my temple. She touched me and we realized we were lip locked for the next few minutes.
“I am gonna be an engineer and earn more money than you can spend.” I said.
“And I am gonna work too and buy us a car on which we will go for long, long drives while the world is asleep.” She was equally animated about all the things happening between us and the strikingly magnificent views of nature going along with them.
The ruthless time and the call for crash course in engineering entrance exam separated us. I went for impact coaching centre in Guwahati and she was sent to Delhi by her parents to some relatives to stay with them and learn much mathematics and physics in one of the mushrooming coaching centres there.
Days passed and it counted into months and I had only a call from Delhi. I learned of the growing distance between us but I couldn’t help because she almost warned me not to call her home.
You could have a change of heart if you would only change your mind and these all, these stuffs happened only because she had a drastic change of her mind after she left for Delhi. There was much life with singular pleasure adhered to every moment of it and there was much more then Paul ahead in her life.
She called me up one very ugly day and said, “I have been with you and it was all fun. And up to whatever time I was with you I was truest to you. We enjoyed each other and I think we are even now. I want a break and I would love to have it.”
What the hell is even and I could not move over her. The boisterous apache-150 smoked hard as I tried to shot it heading for Saraighat Bridge to jump into the ruthless Brahmaputra and take away my life. I slowed the vehicle and part off from it leaving it sliding on one side to strike the railing of the viaduct. I heard screeching of tyres behind. It was Amit who might have followed me seeing my outburst. My intention was clear to him when I had pushed him off me to check his advances to stop me. Then he boxed me hard and it was so loud that broke my reminiscence.
‘Love hurts’ by Nazareth was the song that I heard playing on my laptop as I woke up from my nostalgic venture. Sachikala’s portrait which I curved out with the help of scaled grid as per her recent facebook profile pic was left lying on my desk.
The passion the she planted in the middle of my heart was the passion that would never stop and this was true to the fullest in my aloof life in Silchar. My friends often found me in between the gulps of beer musing about her and wishing me back to the time we were lovers.
“Hi, how you doing?” my Google talk massager popped up. There was Happy, a common friend of Sachikala and me. We talked about my broken love and we always talked about it.
“Hey check out her private photos logging on her Gmail account,” and she provided me with Sachikala’s email id and password betraying Sachikala’s trust bestowed on her.
I saw pictures of her not so recent but dated to some six months back. In there she was holding close to a guy, may be her boyfriend. I couldn’t wait but went through every massage in her inbox. And I found some heat in between her and her boyfriend over the place of training. Her boyfriend wanted her to come to his place where he can apprentice her in a workshop. But she preferred Hindustan motors Kolkata and damn sure she was going there. Luckily our college was short listing names for the same and me with barely any hesitance applied for it.
“Hey, stop, when is your train, back home?”
“Saraighat on 30th of July 7.30 pm” she replied
“Me too on the same day but another train and will be following yours.”
“We might meet in the station then.”
It was like an enticement for my thoughts of being with her and it started firing exhilarating thoughts in anticipation.
I didn’t face difficulty in locating her in the station as I had followed her from her accommodation. She was on a bench amidst the busy platform laying her luggage at her foot and constantly typing text in her mobile.
“Are you following me?” she reproved.
“No I have come earlier to see you off.”
It was all the same feelings sitting beside her but a bit weird that my tongue not carrying all the stuff I wanted to say. I wanted to speak about my tryst with hell after we broke up. I wanted to tell her I was drying out without her. And I wanted to beg her to be with me again.
The mike was loud which anticipated the arrival of the Saraighat on platform no 2. In minutes the train swept in. By the time I learned she had nothing to talk with me like she had huge void in her life. She figured her compartment and settled right in her berth. Then she leaned out from her window to bid me good bye. She not only bade me good bye but also asked to be serious with my studies. And that was not all I could perceive but there was her eyes filled with tears almost pouring down through her tear duct and draining out her kajal from her eyelid.
They served like incentive to my strong willingness to stop her. So I boarded the running train and produced myself in front of her in the empty compartment and said
“I wanted to say I am still in love with you and I can’t live my life without you near me.” She was looking into my daringness or stupidity with her eyes not yet cleared of tears. Then she pushed the berth with her elfin hands to spring up and to hold all of me.
“I love you too, you sticky. Bina ticket ke gari me charte ho, Abhi tum pitoge!!!”
“Koi nahi petinge to sath pitange.” I said swallowing my tears.
She was like not knowing how to part off from my chest and I pulled the chain to stop the train.
The train whistled and stopped. We were back at the end of the platform. The TT caught up with us only to ask the reason of stopping the train and rebuked us hard to be such silly enough to board a wrong train. What the hell! Screw him and his warning and I didn’t care coz I was back to what I was always and beside me was the love of my life.
2 comments:
Lovely story
Pretty simple & nice story dude..
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