#1 Chapter 1- Ek Chotti si love story

Hi!
It’s a part of my love story, a small love story. May be a boring one and ugly to you but beautiful to me. I am Gopal…. A simple guy with a high ambition, eye full of dreams and
heart full of love with a little space in it for every one who is my friend… eerr may be for those who hate me also. Confused? Don’t be I will tell you everything one fold after another unfolding all my life before you. So lets go on the journey.

CHAPTER # 1.

It was a rainy evening, I was sitting by the window, my hands resting on my knees and my head resting on my hands. Looking constantly to the falling drops or rain which would bring the sense of cold and beauty and take away the thirst of my desires. I was watching constantly not missing a single falling drop off the shaft. But to my surprise I found myself thinking of some one. I knew she was not there and why? Why should she be there? I was struggling my own thoughts and realized the fact that thoughts some times can be more painful than sword. A small piece of scrambled paper with something fuzzy written on it zapped on to my face by the healing cold air. Then I thought of the day, one month before all that happened, I felt the pain growing more intense and my eyes wet, the warm drops pouring down my chicks were easy to discern. I wished to hide it but my hand, but they would not move. I sat eyes closed and my head thrown back and everything replayed, each second.

6th October 2006, Minnesota , USA.

The half written letters, unsent mails, the unsent messages in the draft folder and the missed calls saved properly to thousand times see the date, time and the name. Just to imagine what I was doing while I got the message or call, what she might be doing when and thought of me, how she would have smiled while calling me and all that. It has been quite a few days that I had noticed she would not reply properly and was keeping little off as if we had just acquaintance and I was pushing it little harder to get closer and inadvertently she was avoiding this sudden overreach. But when ever I sent an e- mail … my heart will pace at the highest. Soon I would wait impatiently for the reply to come and the alert to ping at the right corner of my monitor, some time even before I click the send button my eyes would move involuntarily to the right corner of monitor for new mail allert. I would spend my days just logging in and logging off into my mail box and the Computer would be running whole night. But no reply comes as the date changes on the calenders, as morning slips into scorching noon and then gloomy evenings. Next morning I would be the first to reach the 24 hour open computer lab. I don’t know why they made it 24 hour open but I took the most of it may be I was wasting time but I would spend sleepless night just waiting for the mail to come. Some times before the lab would opens I would take tours around it. As soon as it opens I rush in just to find my mail box empty. After a number of frustrating failure anticipations I would finally get a reply. My heart beat goes up with anticipation. It just takes 10-15 seconds to open the mail, in this brief time my mind makes all the jumbled permutations and combinations of words and feelings, regarding what she might have written. But every time I will find only a 5-6 liner reply to my 100 line e-mail. While struggling with words to give my mail that X-factor I just feel I have a whole lot of things to say even more than the words on the morning news paper. Now this latter… half heartedly written with no attention to the punctuation marks and all words in small letters. I just take it for granted that her key board’s shift key might not be functioning and she must have written hastily. But that would be just a self imposed consolation which goes in vain. But it was a snowy morning of November when I got this mail from her, my very own “Preeti” … yup that’s the name that runs as screen saver on my lab computer. It was a 50 line mail which contained 13 full stops, 10 commas, all the first letter of sentences in caps and 413 words as a whole. I remember because I had read it more than I had read my own name occurring at different places at different instances over the years. This was different and weird…. I was taken aback …. Just from the first line itself.. (Continuing).