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Day Seven
We were on chat, just like any other day, and she asked me to do something special for her.
Neil, I want you to write me an email every day, before you sleep.
They will be with me and I will read them over and over, whenever I miss you.’
But, breaking her sweet expectation I replied, ‘Hmm … I will try. But I don’t know if I can do it
after such hectic days. Office, meetings, chats, dinner … there is so much, you know.’
I said that not because I didn’t want to write the emails, but because I wanted to give her a
beautiful surprise.
I wrote a diary for her.
Somehow, I believed that handwritten words carry much more meaning and much more feeling in
them. They have a special something that can’t be conveyed in sterile, electronic mails or on phone calls. I didn’t tell
her about it, but at the end of every day, I started writing my feelings for her in a diary. Each and
every page described how I missed her, what all I wanted to do had she been with me, wrote small
verses for her. And her half-sketched picture which I drew while thinking of her, but left incomplete
when I realized I was a poor artist.

Day Twelve
It was a Friday . In the West, this day of the week is a goofy day.
Officially it is a working day but, unofficially, it’s anything but a working day. Though, because we
were our client’s , our weekends started only from Friday evenings.
Enjoying these evenings, we used to hang out in bunches at the discotheques,pubss and eating joints. Or we would drive down to the nearest city hosting a desi movie show. And
Dil bechara was running in the US theaters too, making me recall that troubled and tender night.
Weekends, onsite, were always fun. But there was something different this time—I had to face this
question from people with whom I enjoyed my weekends during my past trips.
‘But you used to booze, right? So what happened now?’
I wanted to tell them the truth but didn’t. The reason being, in my earlier life (I mean, before I fell
in love) I used to give them gyaan, telling them guys should not change themselves for girls. How
could I tell them that I’d left my occasional liquor for a girl? So I had to give them fake reasons.
And I’ll tell you what. It’s hard to give fake reasons, for two reasons. First, there’s tremendous
pressure from friends, especially when they are totally drunk and start swearing on each other’s
name to make you drink. And second, my own willingness to booze.
But I didn’t.
And I was happy that I kept my promise to her.

Day Thirty
One morning—it was probably 9 o’clock—I was in my office and signed into my messenger. As
usual, she had left a voice message to make my day. By now, I had a plenty of them in my voice
message list. They were all so sweet that I never felt like deleting any of them. But then, when the
The memory got full, I had to take up the difficult task of choosing which one to delete. There was
one which I could never delete, though, for it was the cutest of all. In it, she was childishly angry at
me because I didn’t come online one day and was yelling at me despite having a cold.
I was taking an offshore call, talking to my project team back in India, when I saw that she had
come online.
‘I have to show you something,’ she messaged.
To which I replied, with one hand putting the speakerphone on mute, ‘I am running busy … You’ll
have to wait for a while.’
The next minute, my client manager grabbed me for a different meeting in another conference
room. That day I kept rushing from one meeting to another. Some days are like that and this was that
kind of day. At noon, I entered the cafeteria along with my clients for lunch and it was then that I
remembered —she was waiting for me.
Damn!
I rushed back to my room and to my laptop where I checked the numerous messages she had left.
The last one read, ‘Kab aaoge neil … I have to show you something.’
I checked its times. She wrote that an hour back. I felt bad for making her wait for me, for so  many hours. Working in the afternoon shift, getting back at 11 in the night and then waiting for me
for
the last three hours … She must have been so tired, so sleepy. What did she want to show me? Had
she gone? Was she asleep? Her status on the messenger appeared dormant.
I quickly fished my calling card from my wallet and dialed her number. After a few rings it got
disconnected. I was trying once more when, suddenly, her message flashed on my laptop’s screen,
‘Was it you? R u online?’
I quickly got on the keyboard. ‘Yes dear,’ I wrote.
‘Where were you …?’
‘M so so so … sorry dear. I am bad. I made you wait for so long … Actually, since morning, I am
running so busy here, I completely forgot that you were online waiting for me. At least I should have
told you that I might not be able to turn up … :-(’
‘This happens sometimes. I can understand.’ She didn’t shout at me.
‘Still u know … But they … I cannot wait for that thing you wanted to show me. Tell me what that
was.’
‘Can you show that to me now?’ neil asked her again.
And she replied, ‘Yes … here comes the first one. Check your phone .’
I refreshed my data and a fresh msg from her arrived in it with a subject line that read: 1. And
then came another: 2. And then, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8 and 9.

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