Dear LOVE MINE
I have been thinking about writing to you for days but felt a bit odd. I am going to a new city now. So, I thought to write to you at least once. I was going through my stuffs as I am moving to a new place. I found a photo of yours full in anger. Yes, the one which I snapped the day you struck police van with your scooter and you were adamant that it was not your fault. You even claimed to be media personnel after which Police spared you. That was our third date. Right? A very memorable date, that was.
I have been quite busy lately doing my stuffs. But when I saw your photo, it dragged me back to those beautiful days. You know, every now and then something happens to me. Even when I think about someone else, I write your name again and again until I fear that someone would read that. When I talk to someone, I wish one speaks in your voice and I keep hearing that forever. Whenever I admire someone, I search for some resemblance with you. Then I come back to senses and I feel like a fool and a culprit. How could anyone ever be like you? I am being poetic now. And I know you hate that. Sorry.
While moving my belongings I got a very old National Geographic magazine. It was from February 92. It had pictures of Peruvian grasslands and hills along which streams were flowing. I remembered those beautiful hills from your place (A picturesque panorama with serene surrounding). I also remembered the hills where we met the very first time. I was on tour (thankfully my friends cancelled the plan and I came by myself/ in anger of course) and got stranded while visiting the places. Then, I saw you and got amazed. Finally I got someone to ask the address to. And that being a beautiful Pahari girl. When I saw you from the distance, I confused you to be an Asian. You have smaller nose, you know? And that explains your Nepali origin. I was to come to you but you kicked your cycle so hard that I got frightened. You broke the pedals. Without watching at you anymore, I went ahead. “Don’t you have manners” You shouted, “There’s someone stuck in the middle of nowhere and you don’t even bother to give a look.”
“I didn’t find it suitable to disturb a girl” I tried to explain
“Disturb? Can’t you see I already am? And what do you mean by disturbing a girl? You think you boys are superior.” I was bewildered. I couldn’t say a word. You asked me (in fact ordered me) to help you repair the cycle. It took me more than half hour to fix that, while you kept speaking like a radio. You didn’t even thank me after I was done. But you did hurl a bottle of water to me “Don’t touch with your lips”. Then you walked with me for a while; asked me my name, didn’t tell me yours. I was confused with the transition in your mood. And yes we had our first tea together in a roadside Dhaba. “Don’t miss the tea from hills” they don’t lie. You were very sorry when you came to know that I was an outsider on trip. You asked me where I was staying. “Oh! I live in the colony just behind Mal Road on the western end” You exclaimed, “You should come to my place. I will ask my brother to show you some secret places”. Then you looked at your watch and jumped to the cycle to ride off shouting. “Ask my home from anyone. Everyone knows me here”. But I didn’t know your name. I kept staring your back after you were gone. To be honest, I thought about you for days.
For a few days, I am unable to cook because of all the mess. So, I am preparing Maggi noodles mostly. I remembered the days when I was stuck at your place because of the flood in the near town and I was running out of money. One day I was eating Maggi in the market and someone hit me from the back. It was you. Talking to me, you understood my condition. You forcefully took me to your home where I stayed for rest of the days. Your family was so welcoming. Even your neighbors were so warm who insisted me on being their guest for lunch or dinner.
Then that day, your family was out for some work. And I was there in the kitchen helping you (or rather obeying your orders). I looked at you and deep inside wanted to kiss you. But, you said “Don’t even think about that, you sleazy bastard!” I was shocked about how did you know and I even asked “think what?” You said, “Nothing”. Then again I didn’t dare to look at you. But all of a sudden, you kissed me and I kissed you back. “Nothing beats a first kiss” they truly say. We didn’t do anything else but we did have lunch together. Honestly, you don’t cook well. Yes! I did appreciate your cooking but only to break the silence and oddness that followed. Following few days were the best days of my life. But then came that day. The day of …………………. I have many things to speak and explain about that day. But time and conditions don’t allow me right now.
If you feel right, please write back to me to my new mail address. I will be waiting for your response.
Yours truly
THE TRAVELLER
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