Finding Love – III

Continued From Finding Love – II

The last message from Sikander left him feeling good about the way things were going. He entered office humming to the tune of Jaane kya chahe mann bawra… (Who knows what this mad heart wants…). While checking mails, preparing that report, having lunch, while in the meeting and even while he was having his evening cup of heaven, during all of these instances and a few more he wanted to call her. Call her and speak to her. Break the suspense. The feel good feeling had long since deserted him and as the evening wore on a sense of dread pervaded the evening smog. The day had passed in a blitz and the only thing he had to show for was that incomplete poem…

Unaware of the evening chill he crossed the street from the office building to chaiwallah. He smiled at the person he saw there. This was as pleasant a surprise as it could be. Not even 10 minutes had passed when he was thinking about telling what he felt, the feelings, the anxiety, the momentary surges of happiness. Sikander gave him a broad smile as they met and armed with a cup of tea he started with the series of events that had transpired between their last meeting till now.

“You have waited long enough, you should come clean now” said Sikander. To this he said, “You know I want to but somehow it feels like there is an ‘Anti-Paulo Coelho’ thing going on here”. “What’s that?” asked Sikander. “Arre, you know about that crap Coelho said right… “if you desire something stongly enough the world conspires to help you achieve…” I think in my case the world is fucking conspiring against…” Ankush continued, “But having said that I not the one to give up, main koshish karunga ki aaj baat kar lun… (I will try to talk today…)”. Sikander thought for a few seconds before replying “Tujhe pata hai vaade aksar toot jaate hai, par koshishen kamiyab ho jaati hai…(Do you know promises often break, efforts succeed) and Ankush we have had rough till now and things now HAVE to fall into place so don’t worry…”

Armed with the belief that things would fall into place he made his way back home. After dinner it was 11pm when he climbed to the relative privacy of his terrace all the while hoping that Surabhi was not still at work. “Only one way to find out” he said to himself as he dialed her number. Tring… Tring… It took 5 terse rings to listen to a sweet voice say

S: Hello..
A: Hi… How are you?
S: I am fine, how are you?
A: Breathless… from running around to get in touch with you…
S: He he he…
A: So what happened? Tons of work? Bonded labour? I thought I was the only one going thru that…
S: You crack me up… Stop already… Yeah so I had lot of work… the bloody boss keeps on dumping his work on me… I feel I should get paid double…
A: Hmmm… you really should…
S: You know I just came home… So tired…
A: (I can’t talk to her about something like this when she’s tired. Should I?) Had your dinner?
S: Just…
A: You know you should rest… we will talk tomorrow sometime…
S: So was there something specific you wanted to talk to me about?
A: No. I think that can wait.
S: No tell me what is it…
A: (Shit! What do I do?) Just kidding yaar, nothing… Chal good night & sweet dreams
S: You too…

Climbing down he felt giddy with joy. The joy of conversing with her, mundane things became interesting when it was her he was talking to. That night as he awaited for sleep to conquer him he remembered what Sikander had said about things will fall into place. His incomplete poem surprisingly complemented that quote…

History says, Don’t hope
on this side of the grave.
But then, once in a lifetime
the longed-for tidal wave
of justice can rise up,
and hope and future rhyme.

(Continued in Part IV)

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16 thoughts on “Finding Love – III

  1. man….. u r making this suspense last too long… anyways, i hope it has a pretty decent ending and there is no spam… I hope that at the end, it does not turns out that what Ankush wanted to talk with Surubhi is ‘whether Zulu tribes in africa marry?’ or maybe “ham chloremint kyun khaate hain?”

  2. man….. u r making this suspense last too long… anyways, i hope it has a pretty decent ending and there is no spam… I hope that at the end, it does not turns out that what Ankush wanted to talk with Surubhi is ‘whether Zulu tribes in africa marry?’ or maybe “ham chloremint kyun khaate hain?”

    1. @Shunty – Well I personally think that life always comes a full circle… 🙂 I am not going to give out the surprise now so you’ll just have to wait!

    1. @Shunty – Well I personally think that life always comes a full circle… 🙂 I am not going to give out the surprise now so you’ll just have to wait!

  3. Eagerly waiting for IV part….if possible let ur boss have a look at previous parts, so that they tel u rather order u 2keep office work aside n write de succeeding part asap….

  4. Eagerly waiting for IV part….if possible let ur boss have a look at previous parts, so that they tel u rather order u 2keep office work aside n write de succeeding part asap….

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