Ek anjani si - 2 ( I received a letter )

[For better understanding of this story refer first part of “ek anjani si”]

I received a letter…

Today when I came back from my office – the security guard of my bungalow handed over me an envelope... (Actually its big bungalow like building and I stay there as a tenant in one of the flat of that building and that too with 3 other people)

Those 3 people are not just my flat mates they are my best buddies (they forced me actually to write this line)

By the way, back to main story…That envelope contained a letter – It’s visible from outside (not the content, of course)

I was surprised. I mean, come on yaar!!... - In the era of computer, mobile when we used to communicate via SMS, email, chat, somebody sent me a letter.

I was curious to open that, but as usual it was raining outside (It always in Mumbai)… So I went into my flat and opened that...

Oh my God! Its hand written (after all, who the hell sends a letter nowadays and that too handwritten, at least not me.)

Shit... Shit… Shit... (I mean to say Wow)

 It’s from a girl J

I started reading the letter –

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“Hi love (actually its “hi nilesh” onlyL)

You must be wondering who I am… (Of course I am)

Any guess??

I am not going to tell you...

You have to guess (duffer, how can I guess?)

You must be wondering from where I got your address..?

See it’s very simple...

I know your name... So I searched you in Orkut where you have mentioned your complete address along with your picture (Orkut... Does she still use Orkut? She must be some old fashioned girl. I mean writing a letter is ok, but Orkut. It’s too much)

So, how are you? Must be enjoying your life… and I hope you miss me (It’s my misconception that girls only talk nonsense... they also write nonsense... are! How can I miss you without knowing you... at least tell me who are you)

Actually I thought (oh! so you can think also) that you must be angry on me (I don’t know whether I was before, but till that time I was really getting frustrated... are! tell me at least your name)

So I decided to write this letter. There is reason behind this... You must be wondering about the reasons. (uff...stop using this word - 'wondering' again and again.. its irritating)

See I don’t know whether I did wrong or right by giving you my wrong number … I am sure that you must tried to call me... (Calling...? wrong number?  Ohh shit!  I can’t believe this...  Is it she?)

See that was first time I met you and how you behaved. You jumped from the bus and came behind me. I mean who do this and that too just to talk to a girl? (Dear for your kind information boys do this type of things for girls only)

But later on after reaching my home I realized that yes, seriously who do this... Jumping from a bus... I mean its craziest thing anybody has done ever for me (give me a chance, I can do many more craziest things for u)

I hope that u still remember me? (How can I forget you?  It’s her... The bus girl...  Ek anjani si ladki)

I stopped reading the letter in between and started thinking of her…

“Its more than 15 days... I think it was 10th of august…

I was in the bus.  I met her there…

When the first time in my life I did that unusual thing…  I jumped from the bus to follow her (so that I can talk with her)...

And not only succeeded in talking to her...But I had also taken her number... (Lucky I am)

Then later on next day when I tried to call her I came to know that she had given me the wrong number... (She made me a fool... I was sure that just like number the name was also wrong)

Huhh... Let it be. Go to hell... I thought - Why to bother about one girl...There are other girls also… (There is no one actuallyL)

I am not going to search her., I decided (actually I have no clue how to search her)”

And now after these many days she sent me a letter. I started reading that again.

I don’t know why I have written this letter, but there is something that forced me to write this.

I gave you my wrong number… I am Sorry for that dear... (This dear is the most confusing word that girls often use for boys.  Am I actually her dear or she uses this dear for everyone?)

Although I have written this letter but still I am not sure about you or may be about me. (And here I am not sure that whether u r mentally alright or not)

I want to tell you something; actually that’s the reason behind this letter –

“I like you”. (Wow... she loves me... after all like – love, just the little difference of 2 alphabets... Being an optimist I can read it as love)

But with this letter neither I am sharing my mobile number nor my address. (This is not fair…here you are saying that you love me... ok likes me, but you are not even ready to share your contact, then what’s the use of writing all this bullshit)

Let see if the destiny allow us to meet or not... (Destiny my foot)

Wish I will see you again somewhere...

Bye dear”

Hell... listen first of all I am not your dear… neither I am any more interested in you… what a boring girl yaar!

I mean if she is not interested in sharing her number or contact address, then why she has taken so much effort to write this letter…

Now the situation is I don’t have any information about her... And I don’t believe in destiny, especially in a city like Mumbai there is no chance that I can see her somewhere again in road or bus…

Anyways I think it’s the end now….. No chance to meet “ek anjani si” again…


{{ to be continued in 3rd part }}