I am not a wrestler, she is not Mary Kom either.
It was 3 years back, when i first got posted in Gurudasnagar a small town in Chattisgarh. First job is exciting though, a new journey, new fun and a freedom to rejoice.
It was summer days. I cant forget those days. And Indian summer don't need a introduction. They come, they burn and keep burning untill you feel you are out of the tandoori grill. It was a 5 hrs "Bas" journey from the nearest station.Don't ever think i misspelled Bus. This is what i was yelling through out the journey, "Ab bas". Not to forget the over crowded Bas. oops "BUS".
I reached room, which was the company guest house booked for me. Empty stomach, Dinosaurs running all where. Heat, Humid, Hunger all making a tease of me and i felt like a trapped rat.
I took my shirt off and threw it out to a corner of the room in disgust. It was soaked through in sweat. I lay back on my back and stared at the ceiling. Sleep eluded me, not that it was essential, though, but a good siesta after a tiresome journey was always welcome.
The ceiling proudly displayed a hook to which a fan should have been hung. Only this illusory fan was missing. The walls needed a coat of paint. The ceiling needed a fan and the floor too was incomplete. An ineffective table fan swung in the far corner, albeit in utter languor, emitting a peculiar sort of groan that rose and fell with the swing. What was it doing there anyway? It gave out more sound than breeze.
Now the hunger has turned Anger. Need a shower desperately to ease things up. Then can think of lunch.
Rushed downstair to get a body soap.
Ohh gosh !! The crowd is all where, seems like the shop is a mini fish market, where the crowd is having a loot.
I never cared for it, tore apart the crowd and went inside.
(Hmm pretty experienced, college days, Shahrukh first day-first show, Rush and the happiness to get a half dozen of balcony tickets for the troop)
"Oye dikhta nahi hai kya, kahaan kahaan se aa jaate hain"
A sweet but daring voice interupts me as i went inside.
I can realise it was my fault, as i stepped hard on some one in the rush. I should have been patient. But that anger was on top. Never made me realise it was my mistake.
Out she came.
Fair, angelic , black eyes and dark brown hair.
Yeah i noticed a lot before she shouted on me "Pagal ho gaye ho kya ? Dikhta nahi, Aise kaise ghus aaye ? Itni bhi kya jaldi hai ? "
I just could say a Sorry with a dull voice with no energy left in me.
"Sorry kya ? galti karke sorry bol diya. bahut easy hai naa ?"
I know it was my fault. But she was too harsh on me.As like i have made a blunder doing so, the earth stopped rotating.
"Madam !! Sorry toh bola naa." Galti meri thi.
"Kya galti ??" Jaan bujh ke galti karna aur phir sorry.
Yeh sab karte kyun ho....??
And the words keep flying. The whole market keep staring at us. Like we are discussing some serious issues in the newshour.
I decided to put a off mode to the ears and look at her face, innocent but not ready to give up. That anger made that face more adorable even.
Guess what a smile can do ?? Magic for sure.
The shopkeeper put a halt to it, handing over the bath soap.
And i came back to the room.
Hunger .... disappeared.
A cold breeze wiped away all the humidity and i just felt i am not me now.
I never got a chance to apologise and let her understand,it was not deliberate.Even felt also she must have realised it too.Something inside me is set alive for sure.
Aaaah !! The tireness took over and i fell asleep.
First day at office....!!
The market was quite familiar to me now, The shop being the crime spot. I kept walking and the heart kept searching a face in the crowd.
I reached early,got my documents verified and was busy cleaning my desk.
"Good Morning" A feminine voice greeted every one in the office.Ohh, I am familiar to this voice, i have heard it before.I looked back eagerly. It was Mrs Joshi, our Team supervisor.Every feminine voice reminds me of her, her presence.
A rare smile on my face and I kept cleaning my desk with that face still green in my mind. A hope to meet her again, a hope to say sorry, Hope like rain in summer.
Love at first sight ?? Love at first fight instead.
Keep Loving
--Chinmay--
It was 3 years back, when i first got posted in Gurudasnagar a small town in Chattisgarh. First job is exciting though, a new journey, new fun and a freedom to rejoice.
It was summer days. I cant forget those days. And Indian summer don't need a introduction. They come, they burn and keep burning untill you feel you are out of the tandoori grill. It was a 5 hrs "Bas" journey from the nearest station.Don't ever think i misspelled Bus. This is what i was yelling through out the journey, "Ab bas". Not to forget the over crowded Bas. oops "BUS".
I reached room, which was the company guest house booked for me. Empty stomach, Dinosaurs running all where. Heat, Humid, Hunger all making a tease of me and i felt like a trapped rat.
I took my shirt off and threw it out to a corner of the room in disgust. It was soaked through in sweat. I lay back on my back and stared at the ceiling. Sleep eluded me, not that it was essential, though, but a good siesta after a tiresome journey was always welcome.
The ceiling proudly displayed a hook to which a fan should have been hung. Only this illusory fan was missing. The walls needed a coat of paint. The ceiling needed a fan and the floor too was incomplete. An ineffective table fan swung in the far corner, albeit in utter languor, emitting a peculiar sort of groan that rose and fell with the swing. What was it doing there anyway? It gave out more sound than breeze.
Now the hunger has turned Anger. Need a shower desperately to ease things up. Then can think of lunch.
Rushed downstair to get a body soap.
Ohh gosh !! The crowd is all where, seems like the shop is a mini fish market, where the crowd is having a loot.
I never cared for it, tore apart the crowd and went inside.
(Hmm pretty experienced, college days, Shahrukh first day-first show, Rush and the happiness to get a half dozen of balcony tickets for the troop)
"Oye dikhta nahi hai kya, kahaan kahaan se aa jaate hain"
A sweet but daring voice interupts me as i went inside.
I can realise it was my fault, as i stepped hard on some one in the rush. I should have been patient. But that anger was on top. Never made me realise it was my mistake.
Out she came.
Fair, angelic , black eyes and dark brown hair.
Yeah i noticed a lot before she shouted on me "Pagal ho gaye ho kya ? Dikhta nahi, Aise kaise ghus aaye ? Itni bhi kya jaldi hai ? "
I just could say a Sorry with a dull voice with no energy left in me.
"Sorry kya ? galti karke sorry bol diya. bahut easy hai naa ?"
I know it was my fault. But she was too harsh on me.As like i have made a blunder doing so, the earth stopped rotating.
"Madam !! Sorry toh bola naa." Galti meri thi.
"Kya galti ??" Jaan bujh ke galti karna aur phir sorry.
Yeh sab karte kyun ho....??
And the words keep flying. The whole market keep staring at us. Like we are discussing some serious issues in the newshour.
I decided to put a off mode to the ears and look at her face, innocent but not ready to give up. That anger made that face more adorable even.
Guess what a smile can do ?? Magic for sure.
The shopkeeper put a halt to it, handing over the bath soap.
And i came back to the room.
Hunger .... disappeared.
A cold breeze wiped away all the humidity and i just felt i am not me now.
I never got a chance to apologise and let her understand,it was not deliberate.Even felt also she must have realised it too.Something inside me is set alive for sure.
Aaaah !! The tireness took over and i fell asleep.
First day at office....!!
The market was quite familiar to me now, The shop being the crime spot. I kept walking and the heart kept searching a face in the crowd.
I reached early,got my documents verified and was busy cleaning my desk.
"Good Morning" A feminine voice greeted every one in the office.Ohh, I am familiar to this voice, i have heard it before.I looked back eagerly. It was Mrs Joshi, our Team supervisor.Every feminine voice reminds me of her, her presence.
A rare smile on my face and I kept cleaning my desk with that face still green in my mind. A hope to meet her again, a hope to say sorry, Hope like rain in summer.
Love at first sight ?? Love at first fight instead.
Keep Loving
--Chinmay--
Sorry to smile to friendship to love to l..st and so on
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