WERE WE MEANT TO BE? – (PART - III)

Wait­ing for more.

Woman's Era - - Contents - Vikki

One more ac­tiv­ity was added to my daily to- do list – count­ing the num­ber of days re­main­ing for her to come back. With each pass­ing day, I would get more ex­cited as the num­ber of days re­main­ing for me to be with her re­duced by one.

The story so far The lovers are face to face in Ban­ga­lore for two days. Love grows rap­tur­ously. Now read on...

Days were pass­ing and both of us got more in­volved with our pro­fes­sional lives. I was bur­dened with more work and she too was hav­ing a dif­fi­cult time jug­gling her classes, work and stud­ies. Her ex­ams were com­ing up and she was wor­ried.

I kept mo­ti­vat­ing and en­cour­ag­ing her to put in ex­tra ef­fort and walk that hard mile to add more hours to her study plans. Fi­nally, her ex­ams were over and she was re­lieved. Her re­sults would be out in a fort­night. She was not very sure about how much she would score, but I knew she would do well. The re­sult day was here and she se­cured a de­cent 7.8. I con­grat­u­lated her.

She said, “The main rea­son for my anx­i­ety was you, Vikki! You’ve been a top­per in aca­demics all your life and I did not want to dis­ap­point you. I did not want you to feel let down by my scores. I was so stressed to do well, so that you could feel proud of me,” I was touched. I said, “Ishu, I would al­ways be proud of you. I would never judge you by the marks you score in your ex­ams. I love you, and that is all that mat­ters, and please do not take so much of stress for me, Ishu. I want you to al­ways be happy in what­ever you do.”

“Yeah, Vikki! I love you too, and thanks again for be­ing my big­gest sup­port,” she replied. I just smiled. The feel­ing of be­ing loved by some­one whom you love so much can never be de­scribed in words. It gave me a feel­ing of sat­is­fac­tion, achieve­ment and con­tent­ment. I now found the rea­son for my ex­is­tence. With her ex­ams com­ing to a close, it was an­other rea­son for me to cheer about. An­other six months and Ishu would be re­turn­ing home for good. One more ac­tiv­ity was added to my daily to-do list – count­ing the num­ber of days re­main­ing for her to come back. With each pass­ing day, I would get more ex­cited as the num­ber of days re­main­ing for me to be with her re­duced by one. Christ­mas was just a week away. I wished Santa would bring my Ishu as my Christ­mas gift. With this thought on my mind, I sent her a text on

Christ­mas Eve “Ishu, tonight if an old fat man tries to stuff you in a box and gift-wraps it, kindly co­op­er­ate. It would be Santa and I’ve asked him for you as my Christ­mas present this time.” “You are too much! Stop lov­ing me like this. I’ll go crazy one day. Merry Christ­mas to you too. Lots of love,” she texted back.

Time was mov­ing at its pace. My day­dreams – con­sist­ing of Ishu and me, in our home, with ev­ery­thing around us so beau­ti­ful, so colour­ful, so bright, so pleas­ant – started tak­ing a toll on my work. I would take breaks from my work more fre­quently and get into my mode of imag­i­na­tions. I would just see Ishu and me to­gether sur­rounded by our love for one an­other. She was also feel­ing the same. I was pretty sure about it. One day she sent me a mes­sage, “I am watch­ing a ro­man­tic movie tonight. I’ve lit my room with a few can­dles.

I wanted to watch this movie with you and am miss­ing you so much. Ac­tu­ally not. You are here with me, be­side me and I can feel your pres­ence around. So, you might not be phys­i­cally present, but you are safe here, in­side my heart! I’ve made the en­tire set-up my­self, send­ing you pic­tures too. I am dat­ing my­self ro­man­ti­cally to­day.”

Her mes­sage was fol­lowed by a few pic­tures. They were beau­ti­ful.

I called her up and said, “You would not have to ro­man­ti­cally date your­self again. I would be with you soon. I will fill in for the miss­ing part. I love you.”

She chuck­led and said, “I love you too and I am wait­ing to be with you again. And that day would be re­ally spe­cial. Till then, al­low me to date my­self.” I did not know what to tell her. She be­haves like a kid at times. But nev­er­the­less, I love her more for her child­ish streak.

I do not usu­ally ap­pre­ci­ate adults be­hav­ing like this, but Ishu was an ex­cep­tion. What­ever she did, what­ever she would tell me, I would fall in love with her, all over again. She knew this too and at times she would use this na­ture of hers to pep my mood up and fill in a lot of smiles and laugh­ter into my oth­er­wise bor­ing and mun­dane life.

“100 days more, and you’ll be home,” I mes­saged her one morn­ing. Yes, only 100 days left for her to re­turn. I was any­way count­ing for a long time now, and I was glad that the count­down dropped a digit and it would be just two dig­its go­ing for­ward.

“Oh yeah! I was keep­ing a track of this too,” came the re­ply.

“So, any­thing spe­cial for to­day? Would you not want to cel­e­brate your last hun­dredth day in Syd­ney to­day?” I en­quired.

“I wish I could. But I don’t feel like cel­e­brat­ing with­out you,” she re­torted.

I wanted to do some­thing to cheer her up. I started singing her favourite song in a very funny man­ner and both of us ended up laugh­ing as soon as I com­pleted the song. She never misses any op­por­tu­nity to take pot shots at me.

“You sound so funny when you sing. Do not even think about par­tic­i­pat­ing in the singing re­al­ity shows,” she com­mented.

“Is my singing that bad?” I was taken aback.

“No, Dumbo. You sing well and I love it when you sing for me. It’s just that I want you to sing only for me for­ever,” she replied. “I would, baby! Just for you. Prom­ise,” and I ended the call. I was elated. She was be­ing pos­ses­sive now. I still hated the fact that I would have to wait for at least a 100 days be­fore I could see her and be with her.

Iwanted to cel­e­brate this day too. I called up my only rel­a­tive in Ban­ga­lore, my cousin, and in­vited him over to my place for din­ner. He sug­gested that we go out. There was this new restau­rant opened re­cently in Indira Na­gar, and both of us wanted to try that out. I agreed and told him to be there by 8 in the even­ing. I made the nec­es­sary reser­va­tions at the restau­rant and, after com­plet­ing my work for the day, went straight to the restau­rant. My cousin was wait­ing for me. We went in.

The am­bi­ence, decor, mu­sic, light­ing ev­ery­thing was all so beau­ti­fully done. I felt good and just wished Ishu would be here too. I told my­self, ‘She is al­ways

I called her up and said, “You would not have to ro­man­ti­cally date your­self again. I would be with you soon. I will fill in for the miss­ing part. I love you.”

with you. Just close your eyes and you’d see here right with you.’ I did that! Closed my eyes and felt that Ishu was around. We or­dered our food. The food was amaz­ing too.

My cousin wanted to try some desserts too. We asked for the dessert menu, and as soon as I peeked in, I shouted in ex­cite­ment, “Tiramisu for me. My girl loves it.” My cousin was shocked. His eyes had this big ques­tion, “Who is your girl, Vikram?”

Iquickly changed the topic. “Bro, why don’t you try the choco­late­dipped marsh­mal­lows? I am sure they’ll be great.” He went back to the menu. I just hoped that he would not re­mem­ber that I had blurted out some­thing.

“Any desserts to or­der, sir?” asked the waiter.

“Yes. One por­tion cho­co­late mousse and one tiramisu please. Thank you,” or­dered my cousin. He then turned to me and en­quired about the con­nec­tion be­tween Tiramisu and my girl. I cooked up a story that in­stant. Not that he was con­vinced, but I guess, I did man­age to con­fuse him. Well, in my work life, we use this as a mech­a­nism of self-de­fence. If you are not able to con­vince some­one then bet­ter con­fuse him. I just made a prac­ti­cal use of this trick. We left the place. I dropped my cousin and re­turned home.

I woke up early next morn­ing. I called up Ishu and nar­rated the en­tire Tiramisu in­ci­dent at the restau­rant. She could not stop laugh­ing. But then, she did some­thing that she does so eas­ily and ef­fort­lessly – spoiled the en­tire mo­ment. She ex­claimed, “How could you call me ’your girl’? I would not call any guy my guy till I’ve dated him three-four times at least. And am sorry to say, Mr Vikki, we’ve dated only once of­fi­cially yet. So kindly re­serve ‘my girl’ for the time be­ing.”

“Okay. As you say,” was all I said. I was of­fended. I guess, she did re­alise that.

She was quick to add, “Next time on­wards, call me my Ishu, when­ever you are speak­ing about me to oth­ers. I am ready to break this news to the en­tire world now. I am so lucky to have found you. I love you a lot, Vikki.”

My hap­pi­ness knew no bounds now. I smiled, blushed and blew her a kiss.

Within a few min­utes, I re­ceived a text from her – “Check FB!” I quickly logged on to Face­book and saw that she had up­dated her re­la­tion­ship sta­tus from be­ing “sin­gle” to “in a re­la­tion­ship”. That was not all; she had even logged me on the sta­tus change of hers. I “liked” her sta­tus change and made the changes on my pro­file too. So, here it was. Of­fi­cially de­clared to the world that Vikki loves Ishu and Ishu loves Vikki. All our friends, col­leagues, fam­ily mem­bers (ac­tive on Face­book) came to know about us. I was so happy in declar­ing my love to the world. Ishu was such a won­der­ful per­son and I loved her a lot. In no time, there were so many likes on our change of sta­tus on the so­cial net­work­ing site. Most times so­cial net­work­ing is used as a tool to spread news faster than most tele­vi­sion news chan­nels. And I was thank­ful to Face­book too for spread­ing the news about my re­la­tion­ship sta­tus with Ishu.

My cousin was the first to com­ment on my sta­tus, “Is this the same Tiramisu girl?”

“Yeah, bro. You were the first to know about this,” I com­mented back. He called me up and I had to give him all the de­tails. He con­grat­u­lated me and was happy for me.

And, with that one sta­tus up­date, both our lives had taken a sig­nif­i­cant turn. That we were now closer and the sense of com­mit­ment to­wards one an­other was be­yond de­scrip­tion. I was ex­cited now. Ishu en­tered my life as an an­gel and made my lonely life in­ter­est­ing. More than any­thing, she be­came my best friend. She would be the first per­son to know about my day, my thoughts, my ac­tions, ev­ery­thing. My day would not be com­plete with­out me de­scrib­ing in de­tail to Ishu about each and ev­ery sin­gle event that hap­pened to me. I was so grate­ful to tech­nol­ogy too. It was be­cause of these that I found the love of my life. I used to al­ways tell her that she was my destiny and I was glad that the strong be­lief I had in my love for Ishu, fi­nally was pay­ing back.

Within a few days, Ishu would be here and I would in­tro­duce her to my par­ents, and tell them, “Meet Ishu. She would be your daugh­ter-in-law. Isn’t she beau­ti­ful?” I was con­fi­dent that my par­ents would agree to me and Ishu get­ting mar­ried. Would Ishu’s par­ents ac­cept us the same way? Wait a minute, would Ishu agree to marry me? I never asked her. I mean, we were dat­ing for a long time, but then, the thought of get­ting mar­ried never struck my mind. Nor did Ishu ever speak about this. Should I wait for her to re­turn be­fore ask­ing for her hand? What if she re­fused? I was ner­vous now.

I took a deep breath and told my­self to calm down and not an­tic­i­pate so much about the fu­ture. I de­cided to drop the wed­ding plans as of now. I wanted to give us some more time. She was re­turn­ing soon, and that was what I wanted now.

I would prob­a­bly talk to her about this when she’d be with me.

I con­tin­ued with our usual texts, calls, mes­sages, chats, count­ing days, etc and waited for her re­turn.

I was con­fi­dent about one thing. Ishu would never find any­one else who would love her, care for her, feel for her the way I did. My count­down showed five days more. I had no clue about her travel yet. She told me some time back

I quickly logged on to Face­book and saw that she had up­dated her re­la­tion­ship sta­tus from be­ing “sin­gle” to “in a re­la­tion­ship”. That was not all; she had even logged me on the sta­tus change of hers.

that she would be com­ing to Ban­ga­lore first be­fore go­ing to Mum­bai.

Isent her a text en­quir­ing about her travel itin­er­ary. She said she would mail me the nec­es­sary de­tails soon. I waited for her mail pa­tiently. She got busy with pack­ing and wind­ing up stuff. I re­ceived her mail the next day.

She would be reach­ing Ban­ga­lore via Sin­ga­pore, and be here for a day be­fore leav­ing for Mum­bai.

I had it at last! She would be here on 14 July. My good­ness! It would be her birth­day that day. Now I could un­der­stand why she wanted to come here be­fore go­ing home. She wanted to spend her birth­day with me! This made me feel spe­cial. I got a sense of be­long­ing. She loved me and cared for me too. I was awestruck. I did not have words to thank her for con­sid­er­ing me, of all, wor­thy of her trust, love, care and af­fec­tion. I al­ways won­dered about how could girls be so ex­pres­sive about their emo­tions and thoughts, but Ishu was dif­fer­ent from all. She would not tell, but do small lit­tle things for you which would make you re­alise her feel­ings for you.

The day was here now. She boarded the air­craft and sent me a text, “All set! Leav­ing Syd­ney for good!” She did not lead a very happy life in Syd­ney. She had very few friends there. Her world was limited to the univer­sity, her job and her stud­ies. She would hardly talk about her friends, ex­cept one or two. So leav­ing Syd­ney was not dif­fi­cult for her. She was ac­tu­ally happy that she was re­turn­ing for good. She had even told me once that she might not get back for the con­vo­ca­tion too. She had se­lected the op­tion by which her de­gree cer­tifi­cate would be sent here. She was go­ing to land in Ban­ga­lore in a few hours from now. I had in­structed her to send me a text after board­ing the flight from Sin­ga­pore. I did not want to think about work for the next few days and so I called in sick. All I did now was wait for her to land.

The clock struck 12, and it was her birth­day.

sent her a birth­day wish. had made elab­o­rate plans and a lot of sur­prises for her birth­day. She was sup­posed to take off from Sin­ga­pore by 1 am. I got a text at about 1:15 am, “Boarded the Ban­ga­lore­bound air­craft. Will be there in 4 hours. And yeah, I hope you re­mem­ber. Be there on time, else I’d go off with some­one else. He he!” I smiled. This was fol­lowed by an­other text “Thanks for the wishes. No prizes for guess­ing, you were the first one to wish me to­day.” I smiled.

I sent her a smiley. I de­cided not to sleep. I switched the tele­vi­sion on, and started scan­ning through the chan­nels. I kept switch­ing be­tween mu­sic, news, movies, wildlife and en­ter­tain­ment chan­nels. I could not con­cen­trate on any­thing. I just kept switch­ing chan­nels. I got rest­less. I would look at the watch ev­ery now and then and curse time for adopt­ing a snail’s pace. Time just re­fused to pass. It seemed to stand still.

I switched the tele­vi­sion off, and stood by the win­dow of my liv­ing room. I kept star­ing into the night sky. The sky was lit up beau­ti­fully by a mil­lion stars. The moon also shone bright. Seemed like they were also get­ting ready for Ishu’s ar­rival and show­er­ing their bless­ings on Ishu and me. I got lost in my thoughts and sud­denly my alarm clock started buzzing. It was 3:30 am.

I took a shower and got ready to leave.

It was 4 in the morn­ing and I started driv­ing to the air­port. I reached in an hour’s time. Her flight had not landed yet. She would any­way take time to clear the im­mi­gra­tion and cus­toms for­mal­i­ties be­fore com­ing out. I kept wait­ing at the ar­rival lounge and time and again kept look­ing at the dis­play boards for the sta­tus of her flight. I

picked up a mag­a­zine and in about 25 min­utes there was this an­nounce­ment “Sin­ga­pore Air­lines an­nounces the ar­rival of their flight from Sin­ga­pore. We wish you a very pleas­ant stay. Thank you.” This was it. My destiny, my life and my dreams all were rolled into one in this one an­nounce­ment, I was not as im­pa­tient as the last time I had come here to re­ceive her. But my ex­cite­ment to have her with me grew mul­ti­fold. I kept look­ing at the ar­rival gate hop­ing for her to come out soon. I re­laxed and told my­self that she would take time in fin­ish­ing the ar­rival for­mal­i­ties be­fore com­ing out. I kept wait­ing. After a few min­utes, I called her. “Hello, Happy Birth­day. Wish you a great day and a won­der­ful life.”

“Thank you so much. And yea, I’ll be with you to­day, so am sure my day is go­ing to be great, and also you would al­ways be there for me and make my life won­der­ful,” she said.

“I would, baby. Now come out soon. Can’t be with­out you,” I got im­pa­tient.

“Com­ing, baba. I’ve cleared the im­mi­gra­tion and cus­toms. Wait­ing for my bags now. Will be out in 10 min­utes,” and she dis­con­nected the line.

I looked into the nearby mir­ror and made sure I was look­ing good. I gave my­self a thumbs-up and winked. She would be here any mo­ment now. And there she was – push­ing her lug­gage trol­ley and walk­ing out of the exit.

(To be con­tin­ued)

I called her up and said, “You would not have to ro­man­ti­cally date your­self again. I would be with you soon. I will fill in for the miss­ing part. I love you.” She chuck­led and said, “I love you too and I am wait­ing to be with you again.”

My cousin wanted to try some desserts too. We asked for the dessert menu, and as soon as I peeked in, I shouted in ex­cite­ment, “Tiramisu for me. My girl loves it.” My cousin was shocked. His eyes had this big ques­tion, “Who is your girl, Vikram?”

I sent her a text en­quir­ing about her travel itin­er­ary. She said she would mail me the nec­es­sary de­tails soon. I waited for her mail pa­tiently. She got busy with pack­ing and wind­ing up stuff. I re­ceived her mail the next day.

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