Location: New Delhi
"She loved reading books, so on that auspicious day, she visited a bookshop. She was browsing through the new arrivals, when a man came up to her and offered to help her with the selection. At first she wanted to decline his kind gesture but he resembled Siddharth Malhotra (somewhat, just for graphic sake), she agreed. By the end of the day they were sitting in a Cafe discussing books.
They exchanged phone numbers. The succeeding weeks were nothing but delightful. It was not so romantic in a conventional way because all they did was talk about books and the authors and weather. They went to Lodhi Garden, they enjoyed their packed lunch and departed. When she reached home, she realized, she had lost her headphone which she bought for some thousand bucks. It was the beginning of the real ordeal. She realised, every time they met there was something or the other that went missing ranging from pen to scarf. However, the biggest trump card came in the form of she losing her wallet which had 5 thousands in it.
She was clueless like totally clueless.
Justice was on her side. It was his birthday, he invited her to his apartment, he said he had a confession to make. She thought he was going to propose her, dating and making it official are two different things, it is all about exclusiveness. It was a 2 BHK apartment, and for those who does not know what BHK stands for, here it is, B for bedroom, H for hall and K for kitchen. The entrance of his room was tidy, no unhygienic trashcan to welcome her. They sat in the hall for a bit then he said he had to show her something, he held her hand and took her to a room which was not his bedroom. That is when she got the GRAND MOTHER shock of her life.
The room which could have been easily considered as his workstation aka office was nothing but a hoarder's room minus the stingy smell. It had everything, including her headphone, pen, notepad, soaps and candles, T-shirt etc.
He asked, "Do you need an explanation?"
She replied, "It never struck my mind. You seem so perfect and on the top of it, majority of the kleptomaniacs are female. Isn't it? The statistics shows it."
He was so very relax, he told her to take all the things which belonged to her. She was kind enough not to create a scene, she gently requested, "Please, keep it with you. Your hard work deserves it. No sarcasm intended."
She did not want any birthday treat from him. He narrated about how did it all start, his counselling sessions, the expensive medication, all the technical terms followed which she had never heard of. Her mind was filled with the rocket science and the proletarian revolution, Sun Yat-sen and Bhagat Singh and Sholay and Kuch Kuch Hota Hai and Gucci and Armani...Justin Beiber, Miley Cyrus!!! Oh! Eshor it was too much for her to take.
She was not a selfish person, GENERALLY! But that day was an exception. She did not want to be the woman who would cheer for him when he finally gets redemption, he might come up with a bouquet of roses to celebrate his victory over his prevailing condition but she was allergic to roses. No, she did not want to wait for that long, indeed, she did not want to be at his place any longer. She did not say it out loud but she was not interested in keeping in touch with him. She said her last ‘good-bye and take care’ wish and walked out. Took the public transport, all the way home she contemplated on which soup to make. Hours later, she reached out to her bag to check whether she had received any text from him only to find her phone was missing. She smiled!
-The End -
Amazing story. Keep writing and we will keep reading.
ReplyDeleteAmazed for your extraordinary skills in writing Dr. I am so honored and all praises to you for your talent. ❤
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