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Love Me Dear
by
Carmalin Sophia
It was late that day….Anamika was hurrying home. She was looking cute in
the blue crepe saree. She was feeling different that day. She reached the bus
stand. The bus stand was crammed. She felt something different that day - a pair
of eyes watching her. It was a tall handsome guy in black jean n orange T-shirt.
He had a 2005 diary in his hand. The stranger looked decent. May be a student in
some city college. The buses came but were damn crammed. She missed three
busses. She waited. She thought that the stranger would have boarded one of
them. She turned to see he was still there. She quickly pulled her eyes back to
escape his notice but in vain. Anamika was a bit confused “is this guy following
me?” then she thought “I am in a crowded place……so many ladies around may be one
of them” She then again had a thought “then why am I feeling uncomfortable” …she
missed two more buses…now the bus stand was relatively empty. She made up her
mind to board the next bus.
She was waiting. Thirty minutes had gone by. She was feeling tired and
hungry. She turned around to see what she could get to gulp but saw that he was
there perceptibly looking at her. She didn’t bother. It had always happened. She
stepped into the bakery behind. He didn’t notice.
“krack jack” she asked
“only 50 50 madam” the shopkeeper replied
She lifted her brows n hesitated finally said “give”
She gave a ten rupee note and got the biscuits along with 3 coins
She looked around to see whether she could open the pack
She saw him searching for her
She started munching. He was smiling at her…….he looked as though she were
a small child
She emptied quarter of the pack.
A bus ….she kept the packet in her bag and boarded….no place to sit….made
herself comfortable to stand. Got her ticket.
She was between two muscular hands-comrade type. It was the stranger……
After 30 minutes of journey it was time to get of. The stranger also got
off behind her and walked in the road opposite to hers.
The next day
She was in a light blue chicken work salwar. She was looking cute. She
walked down from her office to the bus stand. She felt someone walk behind her.
It was the stranger. She boarded in the first bus that came. Again two muscular
hands around her from behind. The driver was a young chap. The bus was fast. He
was protecting her from the crowd. She turned back and gave him a smile of
gratitude.
a sudden break…… she was totally on him….she felt that he was strong….
She put her head down and didn’t lift up…….she was biting nails…when her
place came she disembarked and walked down but definitely saw him looking at her
until she vanished….
The third day
Next day work was over early. She didn’t want to leave early. She wanted
to go during her regular timings. She sat in the office chatting with her
friends. Her eyes were on the watch. When it was time she hurriedly ended the
conversation and left. She walked down to the bus stand. The stranger was
missing. The bus stand was empty and the buses too. She missed three buses.
Its was getting late….she was disappointed. An over spilling bus came. She
boarded. Got her tickets and settled in a place standing. The comrade hands were
there around her……….He was very close to her……she felt his breath…….it had some
message to convey… a sudden break…he kissed her on her neck…she didn’t expect
……she was biting nails……
Anamika had cooked Rohans favorite dishes – sweet n sour mushroom soup,
roti, dhall, baby corn manchurian, chicken rolls and kababs. He was supposed to
come home at 11 AM that day. It was 3.00 PM and he had not come. She tried
calling him but his mobile was not reachable. At 7.00 in the evening she
received a call from Rohan’s secretary that he was not coming that day and will
come a day after the next day.
Rohan came home at 11.30 PM. She opened the door. He said
“Sorry dear ….we wouldn’t have completed the assignment if I wasn’t
there” he continued
“You were in my thoughts on our marriage day…I was busy I couldn’t call
you up”
He took his bath, changed, switched on the Hitachi and slept. Soon he was
fast asleep.
She was lying down beside him. Tears rolled down …… she was not able to
sleep….the stranger filled her thoughts…….
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