“Kamal, Place
your hand over me, I want you to heal me”. I still remember her
words. In that evening I saw her for very last time. Some two years ago when we
met first time, she was shivering with the cold. And a thread of sneeze was
overwhelming her to be squeezed. Completely wet with the demon rain drops she
was heading to nowhere on the footpath. Thunderstorm had made the silence in
the road. Her suit was flat to her body and she was trying to cover her head
with the dupatta. I was driving my
Innova and illuminating the impression of that rainy season. I saw a girl, an
alone girl was moving on the footpath and her feet were trembling. Its men’s
tendency they do not leave a girl, especially when she is alone. I slowed down
and turned my car lil bit to her
“She needs
help, I must drop her”. I said to myself. I was not intended to get her; I
just turned on my coin of helping nature. I stopped my car some 15 feet ahead
of her and by peeping from the left hand side door of my car as I opened my
lips to speak something, her beauty dazzled me. How beautiful how elegant she
was. But on keeping it aside I asked her to come with me. She denied and
everybody knows why. But when I said her “you will be sick, strangers are
better than known, so trust me atleast once, I’ll drop you where you want, you
won’t get any rickshaw or auto to be with” she agreed with a thanks on her
lips. As she entered in the car, she made entire seat wet with her cloths. Her
home was some one kilometer away from there. Actually not her home, she used to
live there on rent. She was from Indore. Such a nice combination she was from
Indore and I from Indrapuram of Delhi but both were working in Ahmadabad. She
shifted here few days ago. I dropped her at her home. She requested me to have
a cup of tea and I couldn’t deny the request of such adorable girl.
“What do you
do? Study or job?” I asked.
“job”. She
replied precisely.
Where?
“Some 2km away
from here, at Jaanvi software Pvt Ltd.”
“Really?”
I asked though I was not ready to believe that those sweetest lips of the world
can lie. It was my company. I was the owner of Jaanvi Software Pvt Ltd. I had
incepted it some two years ago in the remembrance of my love. It was a small
company but continuously growing.
“Hmmm, what do
you do?” I wanted to tell her the truth but I didn’t. I do job in a small
company. I changed the topic. She had joined us few days ago and then I came to
knew who my company workers used to talk about. Really she was amazing. On that
day I regretted why I don’t take interviews why have I opted HR and other
members to scrutinize the talent of knowledge and beauty. We became friend and
exchanged our numbers. In further days we talked a lot, and gradually she fell
in love with me without knowing me much. And I was much dedicated to my ex
lover who was almost a wife for me. When she proposed me I denied by saying I
have no feeling for you. Though I liked much but it was unfeasible for me to
fall in love again. She cried in front of me a lot and said those words I have
written in the starting. I was fortunate that somebody loved me without knowing
my possession. But I was the man of words. She left me there that day when I
told her I love someone else. She couldn’t know that I was the owner of the
company, and generally it happens a normal employee can’t see the owner of the
company. On the very next week I came to know she had left the company and had
left the footprints of her heart in my mind and most probably somewhere in my
heart. After one month I started to miss her. I phoned her, that was switch
off, I went to her room, she had left that before. I checked the mail id of
that girl from the docs records of employers. I mailed her but after the very
first very first mail she blocked my there. It has been two years, I have never
seen such elegant such kind such beautiful girl as she was. She was the name of
charming person she was the meaning of adorable and she was more than that what
I can’t explain in words. But I miss her; I feel I have lost something.
Actually that was not something, she was more than that. I think everything
after my first love. Yesterday she replied me on mail, and today I am going to
meet her and say her that “dear let me
wake up from the lap of silence because I love you. Squeeze me with you
lingering love.”
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©Kamal
Paneru
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