Episode VIII

You’re crazy!

So, next day, she took the ‘project details’ from Adi. It was weekend and I was sure she is going to take all those 172800 seconds of Saturday and Sunday to think. Wow! I’ll be on her mind for all this time. That did give me a sense of pleasure.

Thinking about her, reminded me a scene from Rehna hai tere dil mein. Our hero gives the heroine a beautiful art piece and and says ‘Jab tum ghar me akele baithe kuch soch rahi hogi, to bilkul aisi hi lagti hogi.’ And I could see Tanvi thinking about me at that moment.

Even though she did not say anything, I was a little relaxed compared to the last week. It was Monday already. 21^st of July. Three days after knowing that there is someone, who’ll always be caring for her, who loves her more than anything, who’ll be there to fulfill each and every wish of hers. And even after three long days I was not in hurry, though a little anxious and scared from inside.

It was a college day and so there was no chance of receiving anything from Tanvi till the evening. It was just 10 in the morning. So, I was just passing the time and casually I turned on the screen. And OH MY GOD! Just think, if you are an engineering student who’s afraid of getting a YD and now the result is handed over to you, sealed. My condition was similar to that student opening the seal of envelope.

Hiiii ,,

Really don’t know where to start from.. (I don’t write poems like you)… So let me come straight to the point… First of all, you are crazy... means you are mad...

Reading these first few lines, I had no courage to move forward. I felt, I had lost all my strength suddenly. What did go wrong, I asked myself. Did I really hurt her? But, how can I hurt the girl I love more than anything? Yes girl, I am crazy, I am mad. But, for you, and only you. Can’t you see, what is so obvious and clear, through those beautiful brown pearls of yours?

I took some moments to recover and moved forward.

Hiiii ,,

Really don’t know where to start from… (I don’t write poems like you)… So let me come straight to the point… First of all, you are crazy... means you are mad... such a dangerous mail... I’ve not been able to sleep for three days now…

I have been deciding last three days whether to call you up or mail you… But didn’t find courage to call you up… coz even I like you a lot!!!!!!

Even I LOVE YOU!!!!

Frankly speaking, somewhere in my heart I knew almost everything you wrote……..………..

If I would have participated in the olympics race or a dance competition or a scream out loud competition, at that precise moment, I bet on anything that I would certainly have won anything. I eagerly read everything she wrote again and again and again and again and…….

I clicked on reply button and before the electrons could run and reach their destination to make some flip flops active, I closed the screen. Looked here and there, picked up my phone and dialed 997……… And before the operator computer could process the request, cut! The computers must have been very angry with me that day. Anyways, cut!

I got up, jumped a few meters, picking up the keys I shouted, “Mom, I’m leaving for Pune. Going to get tickets for the next bus. Will be back in 20 minutes. Keep my lunch ready.” And without listening to any further query, I accelerated the wheeled devil. No more mails and calls now. It was my, rather our time now.

And within a couple of hours, the bus was speeding towards Pune, crossing Panchganga river, without giving a damn to the resisting, roaring winds, through the crowd of small vehicles, leaving back all the quivering sugarcane fields and those lovable Ghati toned conversations. Only a little journey away from ‘You and Me’ to ‘Us’. Nothing could stop ‘Us’ now, nothing at all.

I was on cloud nine. Ten, eleven or twelve maybe if there is such a thing. Looking out at the burning and slowly setting orange sun, in the sky spread with hues of indefinable beauty, I was moving with that high-speed bus towards Pune. But, this bus was no race to my heart, which already reached to its destination, Tanvi.

A pretty girl, origin of the beauty, wearing Black top with big white dots on it, dark blue jeans, a red and black windcheater, maybe a bag on back and a stole on the neck with a graceful smile as usual on the glossy lips, blushing, pinkish cheeks, mystical, dark hair riding on the cool breeze, gorgeous brown eyes with a pleasing, reassuring substance of her heart and soul with open arms for her Mihir, Tanvi’s crazy Mihir . . . . . .