कोठा नं. ५

आर्जितलाई आज बिहानैदेखि नै छटपटी भइरहेको थियो । यो एक घन्टामा कति गिलास पानी भ्याइसक्यो, हिसाबकिताब नै छैन । छिनछिनमा फोन हेथ्र्यो, अस्पतालको ग्यालरीमा खै के चहार्दै हिड्थ्यो । र छिनछिनमा उसका आँखा त्यही कोठा नं. ५ मा गएर अड्किन्थे ।

समितालाई त्यस कोठाभित्र लगेको त एक घन्टा मात्रै भएको थियो । तर, उसलाई लाग्थ्यो जुनी नै बितिसक्यो कि । हस्याङफस्याङ गर्दै नर्सहरू यताउता गरेको हेथ्र्यो । बस टोलाउँथ्यो । सोध्न खोज्थ्यो । के भयो भन्न खोज्थ्यो । तर, नर्सहरूले ‘सर, हजुर बाहिर बस्दै गर्नुस्’ भनेर टारी दिन्थे ।
केही मिनेटको अन्तरालमा नर्सले भित्रैबाट औषधिको लिस्ट थमाइदिन्थिन् । अनि, ऊ फार्मेसीबाहिर औषधि लिने लामो लाममा पालो कुथ्र्यो । र, चिटचिट पसिना बगाउँदै औषधि बोकेर उही कोठा नं. ५ तर्फ दगुथ्र्यो । यसरी पर्खिंदापर्खिंदै, दगुर्दादगुर्दै दुई, तीन, चार घन्टा व्यतित भए ।

अँध्यारो नि भैसकेछ । समितालाई अप्रेसन थिएटरभित्र लगेको १२औँं घन्टामा बल्ल नर्सले बाहिर निस्केर भनिन्, ‘हजुरहरूलाई बधाई छ, पेसियन्ट खतराभन्दा बाहिर हुनुहुन्छ । अब अत्तालिनुपर्दैन ।’ आर्जितको रोकिइसकेको मुटु बल्ल धड्किएजस्तो भयो ।

‘समितालाई हेर्न सकिन्छ ?’ उसले अप्ठ्यारोे मानेरै सोध्यो । नर्सले फेरि रोक्छिन् कि भन्ने डरले उसलाई सार्है गाह्रो भएको थियोे । ‘एकैछिनमा वहाँलाई पस्ट–अपमा ल्याउँछौँ । अनि, तपाईंले भेट्न पाइहाल्नुहुन्छ नि ।’ निन्याउरो भइरहेको आर्जित झन्डै खुसीले उफ्रिएन ।

आफ्नी प्रियलाई यति गाह्रो पछि हेर्न पाउने खुसीले मात्रै उसलाई फुरुंग बना’को थियो । ‘समितालाई होस् त आएको छैन होला तर, मलाई देखेपछि उसलाई यत्तिकै सन्चो भइहाल्छ’ आर्जितले मनमनै सोच्यो । त्यसमा विश्वस्त नै थियो । सोच्दा सोच्दै अलिकति रोमाञ्चित पनि भयो ।

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‘ओइ आर्जित, तिमीलाई देखेर त म आजित नै भइसकेँ । कतिचोटी भन्नु के मेरो एनाटोमीको किताब ल्याइदेऊ । भोलि मेरो नि टेस्ट छ, होइन !’ आर्जितको मुखमा रोटी कोचार्दै समिताले कराइन् । उनी आर्जितलाई आजित भन्थिन् । ऊ फिस्स हाँस्दै रोटी चपाइरह्यो । केही बोलेन । दुवैजना टिचिङ हस्पिटलको जर्नल वार्डबाट भरखर फर्किएका थिए, क्यान्टिनमा ।

सिनिअर डा.तीर्थसँगको १० बजेको राउन्डमा भर्ना भएका पेसिएन्टहरूको किड्नीको हिस्ट्रीबारे टिपोट गरेका थिए, दुवैले । ११ बजेदेखि कक्षा सुरु हुन्थ्यो । र, यहीबीच समय मिलाएर खाना नि खानुपथ्र्यो । आर्जित केही नबोलेपछि समिताको पारो झन तात्यो ।

आफ्नो रिस पोखेर क्यान्टिनबाट निस्किइन्, खाना नि नखाएरै । आर्जितले फेरि आज किताब ल्याउन बिर्सिएको थियो । सामिता हिँडेपछि उसले पनि अर्को गास मुखमा हालेन । लुखुरलुखुर उनकै पछिपछि हिँड्यो ।

डा.तीर्थ ग्यालरीतिर आएको देखेपछि आर्जितको एकाग्रता भंग भयो । पुरानो दृश्य त्यसै ओझेल प¥यो । दुवै हातले आँखा मिचमाच गरेर कपाल मिलायो । डा.तीर्थ नजिकै पुग्दा खुसीका आँसु झन्डै झरेनन् । डाक्टरको खुट्टा नै ढोग्यो । ‘लौ, के गरेको बाबु तिमीले ?’ डा.तीर्थले अलि पछाडि सर्दै भन्यो ।

‘डाक्टर भगवान हो भन्थे, हजुर त्यसै भएर आउनुभयो, आज । हजुर नभएको भए अहिलेसम्म के भइसक्थ्यो । म कल्पना नि गर्न सक्दिन्’ धेरै बेरदेखि रोकेको आँसु खोलाको बाँध फुटेजसरी फुट्यो र भरर झ-यो ।

‘पिर गर्नुपर्दैन, आर्जित । समिता अहिले खतराभन्दा बाहिर छिन् । समितालाई यस्तो रेअर किसिमको किड्नी डिजिज लाग्ला भनेर कसले सोचेको थ्यो होला र ! ह्वेन आई कन्सल्टेड विथ माई प्रोफेसर्स फ्रम द हावर्ड मेडिकल स्कुल दे वेअर सक्ड लाइक एनिथिङ टू । सी ह्याज अ रेअर जेनेटिक डिस्अर्डर अफ द किड्नी ह्विच इज हार्ड्ली क्युरेबल ।’

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‘हामी कहिले बिहे गर्ने भयौँ, समिता ?’ आर्जितले कोकको चुस्की लिँदै सोध्यो । पसिनाले निथ्रुक्क भएकी समिता केही नबोली घटघट कोक पिउन थालिन् । बोत्तल रित्तिनै लाग्दा बल्ल लामो सास फेरिन् । ‘तिमी मलाई हरेक कुरामा कति आजित पारिराख्छौ के आर्जित ? गरम्ला नि बिस्तारै । टेक अ चिलपिल म्यान’ समिता फुसफुसाइन् ।

उनी आर्जितलाई आजित भन्थिन् । र, उसलाई आजित बनाउन पनि कुनै कसर बाँकी छोड्थिनन् । ‘भोलि हाम्रो ग्राजुएसन डे । वी गोटा डिसाइड नाउ समिता । आई ह्याभ अ ह्युज फेम्ली प्रेसर । आई कान्ट स्टेन्ड वियोन्ड दिस एन्ड मोस्ट इम्पोटेन्टली, आई लभ यु’ आर्जितले एकै सासमा सबै कुरा ओकल्यो । तर, समिता टस न मस भइन् । चुपचाप कोकको बोतल मुखमा लगाइन् । र, त्यो कोकाको अन्तिम बुँद नि भ्याइन् । आर्जित एकहोरो हेरिरह्यो ।

यतिवेला पनि आर्जितले बोल्न खोज्यो । तर, बोल्न सकेन । एकहोरो समितालाई नियाली रह्यो । पस्ट–अप रुमको बेडमा सुतिरहेकी समितालाई देख्नासाथ नै आर्जितको मुटुले ढुकढुक गर्न छोडेको थियो । अस्पताल आएदेखि यो हजारौँपटक थियो होला, आर्जितलाई मुटुले साथ नदिएको । पस्ट–अपमा नल्याउँदासम्म नदेखेर उसको मन कमजोर भएको थियो, अहिले हरेकपटक देख्दा अझ बढी कमजोर हुँदैथ्नयो ।

आर्जितले घडी हे-यो । समितालाई होश आउने वेला भइसकेको थियो । ‘कुनै वेला नि उठिछिन् होला’ भन्ने सोचेर कुरी राखेको थियो । त्यसै वेला कोही आएको जस्तो पदचाप सुन्यो । पछाडि फर्केर हेर्दा डा.तीर्थ रहेछन् । डा.तीर्थकी पनि त प्रिय विद्यार्थी बनिरहिन्, समिता, सधैँ । पढाइ मात्रै होइन, हरेक चिजमा अब्बल, मृदुभाषी र साह्रै ज्ञानी जो थिइन् ।

‘सर, मैले हाम्रो देशमा रहेका विभिन्न रोगसँग लड्नलाई नै डाक्टरी पढेकी हुँ । हजुरले मलाई राम्रोसँग पढ्न जहिल्यै सहयोग गर्नुपर्छ है’, एमबिबिएस पढ्न भर्खर सुरु गरेकी एउटी फुच्चीको यस्तो कुरा सुन्दा दंग परेका थिए, डा.तीर्थ ।

त्यसपछि एमडी आफ्नै सुपरभिजनमा गराएर किड्नी विशेषज्ञ बनाउन कुनै कमी राखेका थिएनन् पनि । विधिको विडम्बना नि कस्तो ! त्यही समिता अरूको किड्नीको उपचार गर्दागर्दै किड्नीको नै असाध्यै ठूलो रोगबाट पीडित बनिन् । पीडित पनि यति कि अहिले उनको जीवन नै दोसाँधमा छ ।

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बिहेको पर्सिपल्ट नै हस्पिटलको डिउटी भ्याउन तयार भएका थिए, आर्जित र समिता । बिहेमा आएका पाहुना आमाको जिम्मा लगाएर बिहानै निस्केका थिए । त्यसयताका दिन, महिना र वर्ष कसरी बिते पत्तै पाएनन्, उनीहरूले । यति व्यस्त थिए कि घरबाट आउँदा र राति फर्किंदासम्मको दिनचर्याका बारेमा ब्रेकफास्ट टेबुलमै छलफल गर्थे । दुवैजना आफ्नो विशेषज्ञताले ख्याति कमाइरहेका थिए ।

काठमाडौँ मेडिकल कलेजको नेफ्रोलोजी विभागको जिम्मा हालसाल नै समिताले पाएकी थिइन् । र, इन्डोक्राइनोलोजी विभागको हेड त आर्जित अलि अगाडि नै भइसकेको थियो । व्यस्तता दिनदिनै बढ्दै थियो र बढ्ने क्रममा थिए, सुनौला सपना ।जुन प्रेमिल जोडीले देखेका थिए, सँगै कलेज पढ्दादेखि नै ।

एक दिन घर फर्किंदै गर्दा कुन्नी के सोचेर हो, समिता बोलिन्, ‘मलाई तीर्थ सरजस्तै बन्नु छ, आजित । एकदमै फ्ललेस ।’ आर्जित चुपचाप हेरि मात्रै रह्यो । केही बोलेन । फेरि बडो अनुग्रह गर्दै समिताले सोधिन्, ‘डू यू थिन्क आई क्यान बी लाइक द्याट ?’

पुलुक्क समितालाई फर्केर हे¥यो । र, काँधमा चिउँडो अड्याएर कानेखुसी शैलीमा बोल्यो, ‘यू आर द बेस्ट स्विटहर्ट एन्ड यू विल बी द बेस्ट अल्वेज ।’अहिले पस्ट–अप बेडमा समिता अक्सिजन मास्कको सहयोगमा पूरै शरीर हल्लिने गरी सास फेर्दै थिइन् ।

दाहिने छेउमा उनै डा.तीर्थ थिए, चुपचाप । बायाँतिर आर्जित । समिताको अनुहार दायाँतिर ढल्किएको थियो । समिताले बिस्तारै आँखा खोलिन् । डा.तीर्थको अनुहार खुसीले उज्यालियो । बिस्तारै बायाँतिर टाउको घुमाइन् । पुलुक्क आर्जितलाई हेरिन् । ऊ पनि मुस्कुरायो । र, क्यानुला रोपिएको हातमा बिस्तारै थपथपायो । समिताले डा.तीर्थतिर टाउको घुमाइन् ।

र, यतिवेला आर्जितलाई समिताले उही प्रश्न सोधेजस्तो लाग्यो, ‘डू यू थिन्क आई क्यान बी लाइक द्याट ?’आर्जितको बोलि फुटेन । तुरुक्क आँशु चुहिए ।

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प्रकाशित : http://www.nayapatrikadaily.com/2018/07/07/69291/
मिति : २३ असार २०७५ 

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"सिग्रेट छोड्दा नि त्यो सिग्रेटको माया लाको होला हैं तिमीलाई, तर मबाट टाढा हुदाँ मेरो अलि नि माया लागेन नि?," भन्दै जोरसँग फोनमा कराइछे ऊ।  समिरसँग बोल्ने नि मन थिएन ऊसलाई तर सहनको नि सीमा हुदों हो शायद। अनि आज त्यो बाँध फुटेको थियो।

"सिम्रिका" हो यहि नाम दिएको थियो समिरले काजललाई र ऊ पनि यो नाम पाई मक्ख परेकि थिई। थाहा थिएन नि दुनियाको नियम ऊसलाई।  आफु जस्तै सरस-सलिल जो सोच्दथि सबैलाई। समिर पनि आफ्नो नाम सरि नै थियो, उडेर जान आतुर। तर समीरको उडानले काजलका खुला पखेटाहरुलाई काटिदिएको थियो र ऊस्लाई यस्को हेक्का नि थिएन। हेक्का ऊ लिन नै चाहदैन थियो खासमा। ऊ उन्मुक्त हुन चाहन्थ्यो, उन्मुक्तताको सिमा नै थिएन उस्को जीवनमा । मनुष्य स्वार्थि हुञ्छ, हो यो ध्रुव सत्य हो! तर स्वार्थको नि सिमा हुदों हो सायद तर समीरको जीवनमा यो नि लागु हुदैन थियो। काजल सोच्दथी बेर-बेरमा त्यस्तो निस्ठुरी त होइन होला समिर, तर समिरको बारेमा रहेको हरेक सोच नै गलत ठहरिदैं आई रहेको थियो उस्को अहिलेसम्म  ।

पढ्ने निकै शौक थियो काजललाई । पढेकी थिइ उसले वियोगान्त कथाहरु जुन् पढ्दै गर्दा उसलाई निकै हाँसो उठ्थ्यो। तर जीवन भनेको त ठ्याक्क त्यो फिक्सनल कथा जस्तै पो हुदो रहेछ त, सम्झी-सम्झी उस्लाई रुन आईरहेको थियो अचेल। मुड छिन् छिन्मा परिवर्तन भै रहन्थ्यो उस्को आजकाल। खाने मन झन् बढि लाग्ने , कुरा गर्दा-गर्दै रिस उठि हाल्ने वा आँखा पिल-पिलाउने हुने भै रहन्थ्यो ।  बडो गाह्रो स्थिति थियो उस्को। आज सम्म थाहा पाएकी थिइन उस्ले त्यस्तो नि हुन्छ भनि, जीवनको नयाँ आयामहरु उस्को आँखा सामु प्रस्ट जो भै रहेका थिए।

सोच्दा सोच्दै दिउसोबाट साँझ परि सकेको रहेछ। "नानि खान आउ," आमाको पाँचौ पटकको पुकार थियो त्यो। जहिले ढिला नै खान जान्थी उ, तेही भएर खासै वास्ता भएको थिएन उस्को क्रियाकलाप घरमा कसैलाई। उ टुटेकि थिइ भन्ने त कसैले कल्पना नै गर्न सक्दैनथ्यो, यति प्रखर र कडा छाप थियो उस्को घरमा।  तर सायद अब यो  मुखौटा पहिरिन सक्ने स्थितिमा थिइन ऊ।  ऊ आजित भै सकेकी थिइ आफै संग।  बेर बेरमा भागेर कुनै पहाडको कुनामा जाउ जस्तो लाग्दथ्यो ऊसलाई। तर यसरि समस्या संग भाग्ने बानि नि थिएन उस्को, तेही भएर आफुलाई रोकी राखेकी थिई उसले। कुन दिन यो बाँध फुट्ने छ र आफु भित्र रोकी राखेको भेल बग्ने छ भन्ने मात्र पिर थियो ऊसलाई। तेही भएर नि ऊ समिरलाई एक चोटि भेट्न चाह्न्थी, मनमा लागे जतिको सबै भडास समिरलाई नै सुनाएर आजित हुन चाहन्थी ऊ यो छट्पटीबाट।

मोबाइल निकालेर म्यासेज छोडी दिई समिरलाई ऊसले तेही भएर "म तिमीलाई भेट्न चाहन्छु समिर। भोलि भेटम न ५ बजे पाटनमा। "

"सरि सिम्रिका, म त अहिले काठमाडौँ बाहिर छु। फर्किए पछि कल गर्छु नि ल। अनि भेटम्ला।" म्यासेजको जवाफ तुरन्तै आयो। ठिक्क कुरो गर्ने बानि जो थियो समिरको सम्झि काजलले। भेट हुदा चाहिँ समिर नै बढि बोल्दथ्यो, देश/दुनिया/ ठाउँ सबैको बारे, तर म्यासेज चाहिँ काजलको हुन्थे लामा लामा। लेख्ने शौक भएर हो कि वा लेखेर बढी भन्न आऊँदथ्यो ऊसलाई ऐले सम्म टुंगो लगाउन सकेकि थिइन ऊसले।

तेस्पछिका कयौ दिन कुर्दै बिते।

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आज चाँही समिरलाई  भेट्न बोलाएकी थिई ऊसले। (क्रमश:).......मनौरो (भाग-२)!

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Downpours and Snapshots!

3:10 PM

Adita was reading an e-paper when a desktop alert for an incoming mail stirred her attention. Quickly she swapped in through the mail and read it while she was taking her sip of coffee.

Adita,

Did you wish for the rain? or is it your inner thoughts that has come pouring down as rain? I don't know why, but today I feel the gloominess of your feels in the weather.

Sent from my iPhone

This was the message from Aaditya in her work email. "Aadi hardly send emails as such," she mumbled and that too in her office's email id, this was not him who she has known for years. That does mean he wanted her attention as of now. She had to answer the mail so without a second thought she composed.

Hey Aadi,

You know, I love rains! ⚡⚡ ☔

It was 3:26 when she hit the send button of the email. She had nothing to say much.

Shall we meet today?

Sent from my iPhone

Okay! 4:30 at Gothatar.

Okay!

Sent from my iPhone

The email conversations finished by 3:29 PM. Adita had some pending works, which she had to finish by 4 before she left for the visit. Rain was pouring more and more which kept on hovering her thoughts but she the workaholic was committed to finish her assigned tasks by 4 so got entangled in there.

4:00 PM

She was out of the office with the umbrella in her hand. Slowly she moved towards her destination, it was 25 minutes walk from her office. Bagmati was fluving in no time. She always gets mesmerised by the river, it's beauty, it's peace. She was almost lost in the river while her phone rang. "I am by the bridge," she could listen him smiling. It was 4:20 PM in her new shining black One Plus Two (OPT). She had fallen in love with her phone in no time.

"Aadi is overly punctual," a voice spoke at the back of her head while she took some snaps of Bagmati and moved on.

4:25 PM

She was nearby the bridge where Aadi was playing with his mobile. She didn't speak and watched him from some distance as he seemed so lost with his cell-phone. Adita was used to this scenario. She loved seeing Aaditya and let him be what he wanted to be. Rain splashed some more and Aaditya looked up from the screen.

"Hey! Adita," he came around her giving a hug.

"Shall we stay here for some more time Aadi," she said. He smiled.  

Both of them sat by the roadside bench which consisted of a roof protecting them from the rain. Aaditya was careful enough not to let Adita go in the rain as she just could not withstand soaking in the rain and getting herself sick, a past image of she running in the rain like a kid drew up in his mind.

"I want to try photographing some more. Do you really think it is worthful enough? Have you seen my recent pics?," Aaditya started at his own pace. Before Adita could answer he took his cell phone out and started showing some recent pics he took. "This I clicked from my window as it was raining sometime ago," Aadi showed the pigeons rejoicing in the downpour.

"And see this, the double rainbow--I just love it," he was in self-admiration mode.

"Wow! these are amazing. You should start instagramming and let a wider audience know about them," was her brief say. "Your iPhone will do the justice too," she smiled some more.

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6:30 PM

Adita was having her coffee at home when suddenly her OPT blinked and showed the notification from Instagram "aadiA started following you"

#HeSheStories !
Pictures: @kanchanojha :-)!

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She feels!

She was working firmly on her table when suddenly he came flying over her mind. She tried to swag his thought with a head bang as she always would have done.  But today she was being unable to. She tried hard to get back to her work but again felt like talking to him. She knew she would be disturbing him but still couldn't help herself back. Immediately she took her phone, dialed his number 98........ but cut it off abruptly. She knew she won't be able to spake up. She tried to text too, but couldn't. She wanted to thank him as that picture reminded her of him. She wanted to show him the picture.

"Thank you," she mumbled and got back to work.

Metta!

Pic coutesy: @9gag

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Tits-bits-of life--They continued the story !

Preeya knew I was up for trekking again and she would not be in touch with me for long. May be that was the reason, I witnessed 30 missed calls from her in my phone again. So she was trying hard to talk to me a thought flew over my mind.

I called her back and as soon as she picked up the phone she could not stop herself and started without any formality,"at every point I feel like writing. Writing always gives me solace. There are always as many ideas as could be flying by in my mind that need to rest. I have this weird feeling of being heard always...I always have so many says to say to peoples and I am always filled with ideas. Ahh ! Suman what do I do?"

"Hmm," I said (this was our usual way of listening).

"Sometimes I feel, would I just end up in this wall of writes or sayings? Or will my ideas, my thoughts land up as somewhere concrete?" she quivered. 

I was listening to her quietly while she was speaking in her usual tone.

"Having a bunch of ideas is always a tough thing and I always have been going through this. Life's tough Suman," she added with a long sigh.

I could not help smiling. And she knew that I could exactly depict her feels.

"You know what Preeya every single individual thrives for their individuality, stands to be something different from the other," I started slowly.

"Do you know the word 'sonder'?," I inquired.

"No, what is it?," was her prompt response.

"It is a sudden realization that everyone we see/meet has as complicated and interesting life as ours. So, how much do we really think about other people? Do we have time to do that? Similarly, what makes us think that others have time to think about us and if they really do, how boring and dull their life really is," I replied in a casual tone.

"Hmm....That's interesting," was what she could say.

I was on with the flow,"Also, I have realized that time actually travels so much faster when you live in a different society. Trying to work, finding a place to live/rent, communicating with different people everyday makes our lives so filled with tiny details that we have maneuver our ways through that we think everyday routines are petty."

"But on the other hand, people who have lived in the same place for decades, donot have to interact with different personalities on a daily basis hold on to the same old thoughts. So, usually people who have lived a very stagnant life tend to be more judgmental than the ones on the move."

"So, if you are looking for friendship that you think is neutral and supportive, find people who are always on the move, and who enjoy that kind of adventure. Just saying that if you seek some kind of openness and a good healthy relationship/friendship, careful that you dont seek it from people who have nothing else to do all day rather than edit and post their selfies on facebook. If you find more "interesting" friends, your obsession over one person that you think is so wise and cool will subside because you will know so many people that are wise, smart, generous and cool."

"I am up making friends Suman," Preeya said.

"I dont think you are up making friends- just saying that if you dont have a few friends that you can actually "talk to" and think wont judge you, then maybe you are not making "good friends", or in the right context. No one ever meets people who can fulfill all your needs- emotional, physical, mental, sexual... but lets say someone can meet your emotional needs, but not your mental- they can at least be supportive of your needs."

We were scratching thoughts as much as possible. We both were struggling with the ideas and I just tried to let her flee her thoughts with my says. I felt she could subside some of her thoughts, but still it was a long run. Life as it is.

I called upon her, but may be she had already slept. I could hear her snoring. The burgeoning thoughts might have made her tired, I smiled and let the phone cut off. 

We always have tonnes of thoughts-one residing over the other

Metta !

Image courtesy: @deviantart

Series: Tits-bits-of life-A story

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Tale of the two worlds-II

As soon as she woke up that morning the first thing that came in her mind was him. He, who was her best of friends-yet he, whom she had not heard from ages. She had to go for her routinized morning run but she couldn't help talking out to him before getting on to the daily chores.

She logged into her PC and saw him online. She expected him to call her so waited for sometime. But after his silence for a longer time, she knocked him against the screen which always kept them apart yet always kept them in touch. 

The talk started with casual hi's and hello's and they reached talking about tennis where Federer had recently won a match. Federer was their favorite. After talking for sometime the unusual silence came in between them again. She started feeling uncomfortable and thought of some topics to speak to. 

"What if I write about our story?" she said in a soft sparkling voice

"There's no story of ours for heaven's sake," his voice was suddenly agitated.

"My feels carry the story, be you not bother about it. I will write our story," her voice swayed away. 

There was no response from him. Recently this was the best way he did answer me with, unlike other days where he used to speak so much. He did not speak a word more. Silence creeped in as the fog of the cold winter morning which was awaiting for her outside.

"I move off. Good day," she typed on the screen and walked away. Walked away into the early morning hues to get better and feel better for the rest of her coming life.

Metta !!
So here I start a new series of the story "Tale of the two worlds" after my first take in "Tale of the two worlds"
Image courtesy: Popoks @deviantart

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Tale of the two worlds

She was busy wording her thoughts on the laptop, when a message popped up on the screen.

“Hey, how you doing?” was there on the notification bar. It was a brief call from him. A smile flaunted on her lips.

“I am doing good,” was her say.

“You seem lost ! Is everything okay?” was the question again.

“Yeah, all’s good,” she said.

In these two sentences, there belied a deep silence from both the ends. 

Nobody spoke.

She tried to gather back her thoughts and put them into wordings again but she was being captured by his thoughts. 

He-was her best friend, the friend she always looked upon. They didn't need to be talking through words to express themselves; even silence did the wonder all the time. They were that close.

But the silence that rose in few of those words was making her feel uncomfortable. Uncomfortable as those clouds she could see from her window that wanted to burst down as rain, but could not.

She picked up her phone, dialed his number. She found herself wordless, so cut off the phone. 

“He should be busy,’ she mumbled to herself.

The clouds had started thundering. Drizzles seem to downpour. 

She ran outdoors to collect the half-dried clothes. She was fast, yet rain was faster. She got drenched. Drenched whole her body. Looked up in the sky and let her soak the more.

Metta !
Image courtesy: Web

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Tits-bits of life- A story !

There were 10 missed calls when I got in touch with my cell. I returned back the call and without any formal words the voice from the other side said, 'Can you come over to my place today? I have made mo:mo, you always liked that no?'.

I could not help my smile and couldn't deny. 'I will be there in an hour,' was my short reply.

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