Flash Back

"Who vi kya din thye". Even I was a little late she used to call me "why are you late? Where are you?" She was already on the terrace looking down the way, waiting when I will arrive. And her sweet smile full of shy used to heal my all tiredness. As soon as I reached my room I used to find some excuses to go to my landlord’s terrace because her room was straight from there. She used to glimpse through the dark pink curtain and my eyes used to stop at her nose ring. I never used to wash dishes but to get her one look I even used to wash clothes more than I have to.

Getting up early in the morning I used to rush for my medicine. "Medicine yaar", love letters written by my kali, which are still with me and really those letters were my medicine but no one knows that I was addicted of that. And it used to feel so so good when I knew that kali also used to wait for my letters that eagerly. I was so curious that I couldn’t hold myself without reading the letters as soon as i received them so I used to read on the bus, way to college and never mulled what the passengers will think about, Hahaha I was that mad and lost in her love. But i don't mean i am not mad these days. My love for her is increasing every single day. I love her more than yesterday.

I remember her "pink kurthat" and that quarter pant with check t-shirt. More often I cannot forget her in her school uniform. The grey pant and white shirt and white converse shoe and how can I forget  her brown converse side bag something that I didn’t like about her.. When the clock was to strike 4 in the evening, leaving beside the work load in my cyber I used to come out in the way just to see her. I could see her coming under the bridge and again her sweet and shy smile used to heal all my tension throughout the day.

 Remembering the first talking in the phone, Bimala de, gave her mobile, the one whom I cannot forget and all the credits goes to her. That day She was teasing me yaar and I was feeling somewhat awkward but telling the truth I was so happy to see her smiling while teasing me. And to see her that happy I was always ready to feel awkward.

There are some bitter experiences throughout those days, the attitudes that her uncle and the belligerent activities of her grandmamma and aunty are some of the chapters that I don’t wann gossip here today because  after a long time I am writing today and this day I just wanna remember my golden moments and those pleasant memories with my kalu.

The best moment I still remember is one day I was sleeping in Bimala de’s room and may be due to some work de was trying to wake me up but kali told "plz don’t wake him because he is sleeping". I was listening some bhajans and was trying to sleep. And the day when she wrote something for me was the best moment. And the way she used to shake bye from the window early in the morning. I don’t think she could wake that fast but you know love is love. Playing miss calls were really the tinny happiness that are worth noting down. And much more small small activities are still fresh inside my head which I will write down later on  Those days I was so happy like I used to rejoice daily on the occasion of my 24*7 love.