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Chapter 13

chapter 13

Sanyog - A Coincidence

Is it possible to impress her at all …

I couldn’t impress her at that time…

Is it possible now at this age … I was thinking …

Sir, are you ok ,now … at night… I heard some noise … I called you twice … but didn’t respond … Sir , here is your coffee… Sir you haven’t eaten well last night … please , have some biscuits with the coffee…

I said…but Sumangal has brought the dinner for me … I ate well…

Sir … it’s ok but you have to take the pills so please have these biscuits … he said

I ate biscuits with coffee and I felt better …

Sir … he again put the pills in my hand …

I gulped the pills and started feeling drowsy …

I will have some rest … I said …

He nodded and left , shutting the door…

She looks beautiful even today, I exclaimed… and laughed at myself … after so many years … she hasn’t lost her charisma… and look at me … I have become old and dependent on someone … who was that … who gave me pills just now… was he Sumangal or someone else… we used to share room in the hostel… he used to take care of me there …

Where I am…

Have I grown up …

Have I become old…

Questions … questions … haunting me …

No answers …

Which year is this?

Mr. Majanu … no change in these many years … also…my conscience whispered

Shut up… you … I argued

My conscience uttered , ‘She looks gorgeous even today though hair has become grey … still that glow on her face is same… as if time has stuck … ‘

God why again … why again that pain … I murmured

It’s up to you … whether to indulge once again … my conscience replied …

But she must have seen me … I stated….

It’s your own assumption … my conscience replied …

May be … I commented …

Not may be … it is for sure … she hasn’t noticed you and though she has noticed , she won’t mess with you again … Conscience declared

That’s true … I agreed … keeping in mind past experience … rather she would avoid me… I whispered …

Then why again … you are playing with your thoughts … better resolve the issue … finish it … as you have done once … my conscience advised

Do you think , I am doing this purposely … I am that wise now … I am grown up … I think … I articulated

Have you grown up … my conscience teased me…

Don’t dare … I am not an emotional fool now … I replied angrily

Are you sure … conscience remarked …

Shup up … I shouted

You will shut me up … rather you shut the door of your heart … otherwise once again you will land in trouble … conscience warned…

That’s true , I stated…

So better … focus upon the health … conscience spoke

Sure , but … I intervened

No but … now …

Together on that day we went to meet Bhandari mam after our classes …

Whole college was watching us … I thought …

But , I didn’t bother …

I wished that journey with her should continue forever and ever …

Bhandari mam read our notes and to my surprise … she commented … mine were flawless on the contrary, she gave few suggestions to her …

Her face , I can’t describe …

She was looking at the ground… I was doubtful her eyes were full of tears … I could sense the tension on her face as well in her demeanour…

When we were returning to the library … she said , ‘I am sorry…’

I was surprised and said , ‘What , what did you say just now ….’

I said , ‘I am sorry … I doubted about your note making skills … rather I have to improve mine …’

‘Oh! ‘ I remarked … ‘Nothing , extraordinary … I have done… sometimes it happens .. don’t take tension…’

I was so impressed by her simple and straight forward nature … not only her face but her heart was also innocent …

‘Will you help me in improving my note making skills … will you, she repeated … she asserted … please, don’t deny…’… she said

‘why I would say no … when I have golden chance in my hand…’ , I whispered …

‘Did you say something…’ , she asked ?

‘Nothing … ‘ , I replied …

‘Why not … we will do the note making together from tomorrow onwards …’, I said…

‘But how its possible … our reading rooms are different … ‘ , she remarked hastily…

‘No … No … I mean to say … I corrected my statement … I will tell you my method of note making … you tell yours … we can discuss … and we will decide our method of note making … so there will be no problem…’ , I explained…

‘That’s great…’ , she said happily… the glow on her face returned …

I was also happy … she was convinced and she was back from her gloomy mood…

We reached the library … she went upstairs …

I entered boys reading room and tried to focus upon reading the novel …

In the beginning , her thoughts peeped in my mind intermittently but later I was completely engrossed in reading … may be I was reading for almost one and half hour … my stomach was signalling for the lunch … so I decided to go for lunch… what about her lunch … I thought …

I came outside the library and saw she was going with her friends towards the garden , restricted zone … where I first saw her … may be they used to eat their tiffin there …

After the lunch … I wished to return to the library … but some classmates approached me and they requested that I should teach the poem once again to them … which Bhandari mam has explained in the morning … so we went to my room and I explained them the poem they wanted … my mind was giving me the instructions that she might be waiting for you … but the friends were not ready to move from my room… and I was like … how can I tell them to go … they remained there till 5.00 pm and then they left … hurriedly I freshened up and started my journey towards the lake , where I was sure … I will meet her …

She was there … under that tree… it had become her daily ritual…

After seeing me … she remarked … I waited for you in the library… then I came here …

I said , ‘Sorry … I couldn’t come on time … ‘

Am I late? Where am I … she must be waiting for me there … I have to hurry…

Dr. Archana Pandit

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