NIMIRA - A Modern Indian Love Stoty

The Introduction

ARUN

Did I ask a wrong question to the person who I saw just a few days ago? Or maybe, should I have not asked this this early? While I was thinking  to supplicate her not to mind what I asked and skip the topic, “I wasn’t okay to go into a physical relationship from the word go with the person I hardly know by getting married to” She said, seeing the pupil of my right eye. I didn’t expect that; I couldn’t react to such an effortlessly outspoken answer that went into my brain through my eyes from hers. It was very new for me that I felt I was aged and was speaking to a person of next generation. I started to shift my gaze everywhere else I could, in order to hide my not knowingness of how to respond to the eyes that don’t fake reactions. “He couldn’t hold on his urge till I was ready for that, and despite of me being not ready for that, He started to be coercive and expected me to capitulate to. In response to that, I did the only option that I thought I had, to stop him with no more similar perpetuations” saying this she paused herself for a few seconds to say “a slap”, which she said in a slightly raised voice as if it was still infuriating her even to think about it. Her phone started ringing: She picked up and started to speak in Hindi. I turned left and took a squiz on the sea through the glass wall of the restaurant. I saw the blue sea on which the mid noon sun rays were falling,  The way she told her past as cool as the mint lemon juice that chilled my palm, and her confidence on being herself, I started admiring to as a naturally reticent person. A minute later, “These grand maas are” gritting her tooth she hung the call.  Her eyes had started to focus mine again like: what is my next question? I was really curious that how would I be going to react to her next statement which would obviously be very candid and uncanny.  “Are the samosas good?” she asked with a petite smile. I nodded my head with a positive face.  A minute passed in nibbling our respective snacks. “We were together hardly for three day…” while saying this she got call again, but this time from her dad. The way her reaction changed seeing her dad’s call made me guess that her dad is definitely not her favorite in her family. “I think I should be there, my dad is looking for me. I will see you later” she said and pushed her chair backwards. “okay”  I said, But my mind was very curious about receiving a sentence from her about meeting later though I knew, in general ‘meet you later’ most of times led to no further meetings in history of mankind. I really didn’t want this to be the last conversation between us; I wished it continued for some more time. “Okay, Chalo” she said and rushed towards the door, I expected a gaze from her before she goes out of the restaurant, as that would help me measure the possibility of the another coffee as this unusual coffee meet, which turned into a seriously matured and friendly respectful conversation.  She left me little disappointed without kindling the gaze I fancied, but like a rare lightening in summer, I heard a sound of someone nagging on the glass wall that I leaned on, I turned and saw her standing and signaling a bye. 

Two days ago, IT Park, Day shift extended till night, 30-Dec-2014, 11.30 PM.

“I know you will make sure that it is done by the end of day––oh sorry (followed by a typical mid-aged manager’s laugh)––end of night” said my manager. As usual I forced my mouth for a fake laugh. I could see his office bag hanging in his shoulder. I felt bit relieved that I could now turn off the lights of my work place and place my legs above the desk aside monitor. “Okay then, I will be expecting your call in the morning to hear that Martin is convinced, Bye for now” said and left my manager. I took a deep breath, got up from my work station and did some stretches. I could see only two guys and a girl working in their respective places. I came to office in the morning at 8.45am, and hardly took a consolidated break time of less than an hour, and now the day was almost over. I looked for my client Mr. Martin in the messenger, to have meeting for the information required to process the final stage of the scheduled work: He was offline for 5 minutes in the messenger at the moment. I realized that it would be fine to go for a break for 10 minutes thinking that I would find him online and finish the work once I come back. I couldn’t find anything to eat as all the shop keepers in cafeteria went for New Year vacation. My disappointment doubled when I came back and noticed that Martin was offline in Skype for 2 minutes, that means he came right before his system when I went for break and left away when I came back. I regretted for the misspent break. I was keen on watching his return to online for next half an hour, His status in messenger was still offline. During this kind of official adversities, I always used to get reminded of my desire, my only desire of my life: a big dairy and cow farm in my father's name who was a contented milkman until his last breath.