Tuesday, October 23, 2007

Delhidreams

He had been sitting at the bus stop for close to two hours now. With his best friend for company, he had not really missed the six, bus number 440’s that would have taken him home.

Missing he was, not home, but somebody who had taken an other bus to her part of the city, early in the evening. It was a moment that had tore away something in his being, leaving him with an abject loneliness, and a desire to run after her, or to get on the next possible bus & stop her from going away from him.

For the past one week, he has been trying to write a story about the day it was. He wants to tell you how lonely he felt after she had left, how confused he was for missing her as much as he was and how the dearest of his friend couldn’t make him accept this feeling towards her. He wants to tell you how frightened he was to agree to what his heart was telling him, to ask her whether she felt something similar or not, scared to lose her, to harm her in any way and most of all, tormented by his own mind, which had deceived him so many times similarly in the past.

It was half past eight and they had been sitting at the bus stop for more than two hours now. The best friend warned, “if you won’t ask her today, you won’t be able to say it ever again. And anyways, I’ve had enough, I’m leaving.” With this, the best friend picked his bike keys and got up, to go.

He pulled him by the arm, conveyed his heartfelt helplessness in a smile and finally, agreed to send her the message they had been arguing about.

More than a couple of agonizing minutes passed before the reply arrived. He read it, lowered his neck and chuckled silently. Then, making a sad face, told the best friend, “mana kar diya” (she refused).

Not believing a word, but still alarmed, the best friend grabbed the phone out of his hand, read the message and laughed heartily, “you scared me”. And then came & sat beside him as they both read the messages over again.

On October 22, 2006, at half past eight in the evening, from a bus stop at the Kasturba Gandhi Marg in New Delhi, waiting for bus no. 440, that would have taken him home, this boy-man asked the girl-woman he had realized he had fallen madly in love with, “I think I love you, would you like to spend the rest of your life with me.”

After those agonizingly long seconds that lasted more than minutes, she finally replied, “I think I do”.

And though he has tried today, he still has no words, he'll never have, to describe what it was like. And what it has been like since.


p.s. you can read about the next day here or the enchanted months that followed here or here or maybe, here also. and to tell you more, it is on October 22, 2005, that this dreamweaver started his journey in the blogworld, with nothing but a single word in mind, delhidreams.

24 comments:

starry nights said...

Adi..Such a beautiful story.someday you can write about it all in a book.I am so glad your friend made you ask her.sometimes all it takes is that first step.I wish both of you unending happiness.

Cuckoo said...

Adi,
What a way to remember things!! I smiled and smiled.

Love is such a powerful & delicate feeling that you can't describe it in words.

Waiting for more. :-)

God Bless you both.

Anonymous said...

adi...
i love you n will always do.
m d f b w u.
dee

Ashu said...

Good blog. And congs for good story.

dwaipayan said...

i really don't know what to comment on this. when i read such a good piece, i become silent and think. carry on writing ......i'll keep on thinking......


simply wonderful.. simpl yet wonderful. perhaps the beauty of your love story lies in the simplicity of it.

kaylee said...

THATS A GREAT STORY :)

Ashish Soni said...

isqh ek aag ka dariyaa hai
aur Koodh ke isko jaana hai...

:) :) :D

nice...

Vi said...

Both warms and aches the heart. How can that be so?

adi said...

starry: might as well, a poet needs some wordly goods to subside afterall :) thanks starry

cuckoo: it was very difficult to write this. very. wishes to you too.

dee: MDFBWU. amen.

ashu: thanks & welcome to delhidreams.

dwai: & i'll give u the award for the best comment ;)

kaylee: thanks a ton. and m i relieved to c u with us :)

ashish: sheikh sa'b, thoda sa gadbad ho gayi sher mein ;) thanks.

vi: hmmmmm. would like to write an other story for you. and yes, i understand, how it happens. take care.

Cuckoo said...

Arrey ye MDFBWU kya hai? Mujhe bhi to batao. Shayad main bhi use kar sakuN. ;)

And who'll know better than me that words can't do justice to the feelings. :-)

BTW, you have been tagged for the first time by me. Check my blog. It's an interesting one. Hope you'll enjoy doing it. Don't have time to go to Dee's blog. Convey my wishes to her.

Jeevy said...

great story man! :)
way ta go! ;)
hehe

peace & love
Jeevy

Jac said...

That was lovely and the dedication is cute.

Best of luck !

shadows said...

happy anniversary...!!!
and well...a begining of a story should be like that isnt it???
adi!
im in love.....

shadows said...

and a post comes up from me.....
unsent letters...

dharmabum said...

delhidreams, dream on!

Ben said...

yeah brother!

Switchsky said...

beautiful.
and as always...
thank you.

harshita s said...

adee ji, aap book kab likh rahe hain??? :)ts

ani_aset said...

thanks for sharing adee :) made me nostalgic..god bless

Jean said...

:-)

ladynimue said...

You make me believe in love ! :)

paris parfait said...

So lovely and romantic. Wonderful memories to treasure.

V. Mahfood said...

What an amazing story!
@coffeetablepoet
http://coffeetablepoetry.com

payal said...

:) love the two of you!!! may each of your days and moments be as wonderful as this story!

dreamt before

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