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Part-1
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Before beginning the
story, it is hereby brought into consideration that this story is a real life
experience of a friend of mine. But for the sake of concealing the identity,
story is manipulated a bit; names and places of course are changed. To make it
worth readable (as I think so, it may be my illusion) few modifications in
conversations and situations are made deliberately.
Now, let me expedite
the story to avoid losing some potential readers and future-blog-followers. For
the sake of simplicity as well as fluent narration I deliberately represent the
male protagonist as the narrator of this story. Story seems bit accentuating if
narrated by the 1st person itself. Isn’t it?
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I, Sachin, 21, single,
male, sexually-straight, is an average looking person with a 5’8” frame. I had
did my diploma in Electrical Engineering from TCT Polytechnic, a prestigious
polytechnic college in Uttar Pradesh established some 25 years ago by govt. of
UP to meet the excessive demand of Junior Engineers in developing India. As being
an avid student, I did complete my diploma not only with a brag-able mark-sheet,
but also with some theoretical knowledge (which most of the engineers devoid today).
Though I hate boasting about my academic achievements but at the same time it
is equally inevitable to cloak the associated proud feeling embedded within it.
It’s always inevitable to mention my academic record without that “concerned”
pride.
I was eventually
selected in NTPC, reputed PSU branch in Haryana. I was trainee and soon to be
promoted as junior engineer. In two month to be precise. This PSU plant, being
situated in rural area far away from population they provided us flats in a
self settled colony. It was a colony consist of around 70 flats which was
shared commonly by trainees as well as by senior engineers. The number of rooms
and interior arrangements though defines their ranks and make us feel “I m
still a trainee”. But just for two more months, I thought.
There also lives
senior engineer Mr. Akhilesh Singh. Although, he was not any special species
but the only thing which accentuated him is being the father of this beautiful girl,
his daughter Kritika. Kritika, 23, was a beautiful and efficient creation of
god production industry. I guess even god too had took it few extra hours on
her finishing operation. She was in M.Sc. 2nd year. Eventually our
eyes met and not to mention, I had developed a crush on her. Though I adored
her beauty and wanted her to make mine like anything but never attempted to approach
her for the obvious reasons. She too was not oblivious of my feeling for her
which oozed out every nano-second I saw her. She too had a thing for me, I
thought or maybe I was just misjudging her looks.
One fine day I
received the call from an unknown number.
“Hello” I said in interrogatively as if
trying to ask who on other side is being generous enough to call on my number.
“Is that Sachin?” a melodious female voice echoed in my ear.
“Yes! Who’s it?” I
asked.
“This is Kritika” she
said Cooley.
“Fine thank you” I replied formally. “I m
sorry but do I know u?”
“Awwweee!!! We live in
same colony and u don’t even know me yet.” She said in her female friendly
dramatic voice as if we knew each other since ages.
My mind immediately
sprang into action.
“It must be Kritika, my neighborhood crush” I thought. Who
else in my female-deficient colony has this euphonious voice?
It must be Kritika,
I declared mentally to myself.
“Kritika?” I asked deliberately
to confirm.
“Who else could call
you from this colony? Also I m the only ‘The Kritika’ of this area” She chuckled.
And she was right. Who else could call me from this colony, except Mr. Ranjan, our asshole supervisor, and some other not-so-important colleagues.
And this was just the beginning.
What followed next is loads of phone calls, SMSes, texting, sexting and every
possible thing one could imagine to be done over phone. Our relationship was
ripening and I of course wanted to extract the fruit from it. But she always
knocked down the idea of real date giving some strange hard-to-believe reasons.
She also insisted not to add her on facebook for the reasons of same “genre”.
Though she never failed to reply my e-mails and this had become the 2nd
most preferred mode of communication we share to communicate. She told me, she
had no boyfriend, even though she was in M. Sc. 2nd year. I had to
believe. Do I have any other options otherwise? Certainly not, unless I’d risk
my just-can’t-get-enough-till-now kind of relationship.
Three months of
relationship and no real date. This was something I had never imagined to be
ever happening with me. Even when she saw around her house, she couldn’t even
bothers to look into my eyes, let alone waving hand or wishing good day. “What
kind of love is this?” I thought. Now
since I was promoted as junior engineer at same plant, I could pay worry-lessly
for my ever increasing phone bills. I pleaded her to meet me once. What’s the
point being in love mutually when there is no space of meeting (read it dating)
each other. But It was my love story. Isn’t it enough reason to be weird? Anyway…….
Although, on my
chivious demand, she had no way but to accept it. She reluctantly agreed for a
date. We anyhow, decided to meet at most beautiful location our small town had.
Despite of being oblivious about latest
fashion trend, I chose myself a better pair of dress for this tough-to-earned
date. Three f**king months. And my irrevocable waiting paid me off. She came
some 40 minutes late from the pre-decided
time, which she had fixed by herself. I should have remark her being
late but I was in no position to muff. Do I? Certainly not unless I’d risk my
still-not-anything relationship.
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To be continued in subsequent series..........
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