She was there standing, waiting for me. 

“hi Nida!”

“hey. everything kept in?”

“yeah.”

“hmmm… you wanted to tell me something na?”

“yeah yeah…..”

“So tell me.”

“ya….I wanted to tell you about the reason I came to Delhi. You know I came here without telling my parents.”

“WHAT?!?! what the hell you came here for ??”

“come on chill.! Thats what I am telling you…I came here for something very special.”

“ohk tell me now…whats so special.?” She said with a little teasing smile on her face.

“ummm…Nida …umm…I wanted to say…”

“what you doing? You are acting as if you are going to propose me.!” And she laughed. But she WAS right.

“yes…”

“what?” The humour faded.

“I love you.”

“no. tell me you are not serious.”

“I am. I came here just to tell you this. I would have told you this on the chat or may be even on the phone, but I didn’t want to. I wanted to tell you in front of you.”

“listen Parth. I like you. But…but its not love. I mean I don’t …I didn’t..oh god.!”

“what Nida ?? “

“I don’t love you. No I don’t.”

I was about to cry. But I smiled hiding my pain.

“its ok Its your life. YOU will get the person of your life.”

“ohh Parth I didn’t wanted to hurt you.”

“no its ok..its ok”

“We can be friends still?”

“yeah …we are friends.! No doubt.”

She smiled and suddenly hugged me at a crowded railway station. People wouldn’t be happy-some thinking about their morals and some simply jealous of me. But even I wasn’t happy. The reason was obvious. 

The train came by and I went inside.

“phone me when you reach home.”

“yeah sure.” I managed to say that. The train left the station. I wanted to cry but didn’t cry because of the people. But may be bathrooms are made for the sole purpose of extracting the inner liquid. With the inner liquid goes out the pain. So, I cried in the stinking toilet of the train. Even managed to scare away two people sitting near the toilet. I wanted to cry alone. I wanted to surrender to the pain because I knew that it was the only method to wear it out. So, I cried. Cried till I was bored of crying. Cried till I was frustated of the smell of the toilet.

Time passed on slowly. Everything flashbacked. Every chat, every voice calls, every phone calls and every moment I was with her. Now remembering them was bringing in pain. But the mind became involuntary. It was out of control. Actually, it controlled me now. I can’t think of anything else but everything related to Nida. Suddenly, my home town arrived.

I went straight to my house. I wanted to get back to my parents. I wanted to say sorry to them. I wanted to hug them even if they would scold me. I didn’t care even if they beat me up. I loved them. I loved them. The autorickshaw stopped right in front of my house.

There they were. My parents, Chakradhar Mama, and the Gupta family including Sneha.

PS: going to indore tommorrow.

PS: will try to blogg from there also.

PS: hope you liked the story.

PS: The End …but still rock on!!!

PS:also read The Epilogue

The journey was boring but thank god it was small. I was about to reach Delhi. So, I gathered my luggage and went towards the door. Train was at the old Delhi station or the Delhi junction as it is known. I was happy and suddenly a little bit nervous now.

‘Calm down Parth. You have reached so far. Now there is no way that you will falter.’

Reminding myself “how great I am”, I went out of the station and found a nearby hotel which would suit my money needs. Money was a big thing now for me. Getting in the room, I phoned Nida. 

“Hey I am in delhi.”

“wow. where are you ? I mean where are you staying?”

“at a hotel.”

“HOTEL?!?!”

“yeah..”

“But I thought you are coming to your relatives..”

“No I am here for a different reason and anyways I don’t have relatives in Delhi”

“ohh….so you are here as a tourist?” She laughed at this. Whats so funny? 

“no no I am here for something else. I will tell you when we meet.”

“ohk…lets meet. But when?”

“when are you free?”

“i am free the whole day.”

“ohk lets meet now. In 30 mins.?”

“ohk gimme your address. I will come there to meet you.”

I was not thinking about that answer because I wasnt living in a very good hotel. I wouldn’t have liked her to see me here. What should I do?

“Meet me at the station? Old Delhi?”

“ohk sure. See you in 30. Bubye”

“bubye”

And a smile took control of my face. Last 30 min. before I meet the person whom I had loved, for whom I had studied hard and for whom I had come to a place where I don’t know anyone else. I went into a flashback of my life in the past one year. Every chat and every phone call clear in my mind still. How would have I forgotten? It was a very beautiful moment remembering it all. But life is not always beautiful. The phone rang.

The surprise man was calling.

“halo”

“what the hell are you doing?” He was certainly angry.

“ohh sorry mama. Just now got the room in the hotel. Was about to call you.” Lies sometime help us to get rid of all the drama.

“ohh ok. You are all right na?”

“yup.”

“so when are you meeting her?”

“30 mins. now 25.”

“ohh. best of luck.i wont waste your time now. bubye.”

“hey i gotto tell you one thing.”

“what?”

“MOM dad know I have ran away.”

“yeah till now they should have known this.”

“no actually they saw me boarding the train.”

“oh oh ….listen you don’t worry about it. do your thing and go back soon. I will take care of them.”

“oh mamu. thnx “

“yeah yeah. Now don’t waste any time. Go go go.” And he hung up.

God makes some crazy people. One of them was offcourse the surprise man. But I love him. I was here because of him. THANKS MAMA.

I tried my best to look better and after knowing that I can’t do any better I hurried off to the railway station. I was in time at the station. I wished she didn’t make me wait. I hated waiting. But she didn’t come late.

The nerves were creeping up. I was about to collapse. What was I nervous for?? I somehow managed to keep standing. And she came smiling.

“hey.how are you?” She had managed to identify me.

“as in front of you” Wow!

“so where should we start?” O.o

“..umm?”

“arey baba. where should we start from. tell na. you want to see Delhi or not?”

“oh yeah yeah.”

“what yeah?”

“u say . i don’t know about Delhi.”

“ohk lets see the nearby places.”

Standing at the shyama prasad mukherjee road we were thinking about the places when she ordered.

“Lets go to the fatehpuri masjid.”

“yup sure.”

“ohk”

We took an auto rickshaw which took us to the fatehpuri masjid.

the fatehpuri masjid

 I was not a strong beleiver of even the Hindu god, but I didn’t mind praying at the masjid with a beautiful girl whom I loved. May be thats why they say that ‘love has no religion’

I was feeling pretty confident now that I had visited the mosque. Yeah, God seemed to be with me.!

And then we went to the very famous chandni chowk.

chandni chowk

Woo…..it was crowded.! And why not? It was in the old city and it was famous. We stopped at one panipuri stall.

“This is on me.” I told her.

“ohk. I don’t mind..”turning to the panipuri wala she said”…bhaiya badiya khilana (make it good)”

Now I know why Delhi is famous for the food. Even the simple panipuri tastes good. And to top it all I was with a girl.!

Then we took a ride in the auto rickshaw to a nearby restaurant. We talked and talked. About each other, about our habits, our places and about the various conditions we faced. We were knowing each other more and more. But it was time for her to leave.

“I gotto go.” I had booked the train for tommorrow evening. I had to tell her.

“yeah. ummm Nida. I want to tell you something.”

“what?”

“I am leaving tommorrow evening.”

“ohk I will come to see you off. Don’t you worry.”

“No. no! I want to tell you smething else.”

“what. parth say yaar . quickly.! I want to leave. A.S.A.P.!”

And my bloody phone rang. Surprise man. I had to pick up.

“Don’t worry I will come to se you off. tell me that time. ok? bubye.”

“ohk. bubye.” I said picking up the phone. And she went away.

………

“you cant get any other time to call?”

“what happened?”

“I was about to tell her.”

“so?”

“so???..” I almost screamed. “…so you  ruined it all she is gone.”

“ohh. i am sorry.”

“yeah you should be.”

“anyways I will tell her when she comes to see off me at the station.”

“ohk.thats good”

“yeah yeah.”

“ok ok .i am keeping down now. and do buy a gift for her.” He hung up again.!

PS: longest post of the whole blog.

PS: the story is about to finish.

PS:one or two posts left. I don’t know how many, but not more than two.

PS:rock on!!!