I had escaped my parents. But for the first time in my life, I was missing them. I don’t know why I thought that they will understand later and I was hoping that I will get selected in the JEE. May be I was too optimistic, but the situation demanded it.

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!!!

It was early morning- about 3. In my whole life I had not woke up THIS early. But determination makes you achieve the unachievable.

At 3, from all of my knowledge, my parents would be asleep. I went to their room to check. I was right. According to my plan I had to write a letter stating my visit to ’some’ place not telling about Delhi and not telling about the reason. While making the plan I knew they would worry about me, but I didn’t care.

But now my heart pounded, as if trying to force me not to go. But I had made my mind and my mind prevailed over my heart. I didn’t knew why, but my hands were shaking. I was feeling very weak holding the pen.

I somehow wrote the letter. I wrote:

Mom Dad I love you. I will come back. love you always.

This wasn’t in the plan. I had made something else to write but sometimes feelings are instantaneous.

I kept the letter near the main door and went out queitly. Offcourse,I had the keys!!

Before going to the auto stand I looked back at my house.

“I will come back” I whispered as if I was a soldier going in the war. But who was I saying this to? Was I saying this to my parents whom I had always blamed for everything bad in my life?? May be yes.

I was feeling unusual leaving the house. Leaving my parents. 

But I still carried on and reached the railway station.

Gave 70 rupees to the auto rickshaw driver and went inside the railway station and suddenly my loving feeling gave space to disgust.

My train was 3 hrs late !!

I found an empty seat and sat there. The Great Indian Railway system had become a topic for my brain to mull over and remind me all the worst words in any dictionary!!

One hr passed by. I somehow managed to get bore very patiently. But then I realised that my parents wake up at 6 and they would know that I am leaving..!!

What if they come here?? What if they didn’t let me go?? 

The disgust became fear and everybody(including me) knows that fear leads to anger. So, finally I was angry on the Railways. But I had nothing in my hands. I wished that my parents didn’t come to the railway station in time. 

As I had nothing in my hands, I decided to relax and do something which would deviate my mind. I dialed a number.

“hulo?”

“hey Nida.! I am Parth.”

“who?”     WHO??!!

“Is this Nida speaking ??”

“No. wrong number.” And she hung up, offcourse frustated.

I glanced at my mobile screen. FUCK!! I dialed the wrong number. SHIT!! Two rupees wasted !!

I was concerned about the money but I dialed Nida’s number this time, correctly.

“Hey. Where are you?” No hellos, no hi. Even not assuring who is calling. Girls are at times fools.

“I am at the railway station. The train is late so thought of calling you.”

“ohh… How late?”

“three hrs”

“oh my god.! Good that you called me. I was wondering when will you be coming. You didn’t even tell me the train you are coming from.”

“what if I tell you? WHat would you do?” Boys are at times too logical.

“I would have come to recieve you na.”

“No you wont. Why you troubling yourself ??”

We talked and I passed my time. The time of arrival was 5:55 am and it was 5:50 am. This train didn’t stop much so I was to be quick. We were still talking just when I saw some trouble.

I saw my parents entering through the main gate of the station. The train had also arrived and was just about to stop.

“Nida I will talk to you later.”

“yeah ok…tell the train name.”

“No i will talk when I come to Delhi.”

“Tell na come on.” The train had stopped.

“No means no!!” I shouted and my voice enough to let my parents know where I was. FUCK..!! They saw me..!!!! My father was running towards me. I was in no mood to stay back.

I jumped in the train. 

My father shouted my name various times trying to stop me. He was still far away. I had a very slim chance to escape. The train started moving and I began running towards my seat. My father running as hard as he can. But the train was faster. My mom screaming at her best, trying to convince me to get off the train. It was a total filmy scenario. But the hero survived.

My dad was unable to catch me and the train was moving quickly.

Suddenly I heard a voice. It was very weak. The call was still on.

“hey ” I managed to say.

“what happened??”

“nothing. just had to run and catch the train.”

“ohh. which train?”

“come on Nida I would tell you. I am ending the call. I don’t have much balance.”

“ohk. But do let me know when you enter Delhi.”

“ohk”

“bubye…take care”

“take care”

Here I come mon amour.

PS: going to IndORE in a few days 

PS: updates will be quick from now on. keep reading.

PS: will miss my blogging

PS:mon amour is french and means my love.

PS: rock on!!