So can we meet one day?
Writing the message, my hands were shaking. Chest heaved.
Then three dots emerged and started jumping. It Means she has seen it.
And is writing something .I am waiting The heart in the chest jumps and wants to come out. In the case of Bengali serials, the pumping sound of heart will be to playing in the background. After waiting for like a century, the phone screen lit up again.
Hmmm!
We can meet on your birthday.
Wear green clothes that day. It's my favourite colour.
My heart now jumped out of my chest and landed right on my hand. What really?, will you meet? Lying on the bed, I jumped in excitement and replied.
No I have plan that day.
But if you promise then I can cancel.
No need. No need to cancel the plan for me.
But how do you understand that my plans are non-existent, but now I have to manage.I thought.
If you promise to come first, then I will cancel all plans. I replied.
I Can't promise anything now.
My birthday is two months later. Still have to wait two months?
yes But there is one thing that can be done. So that this wait will be more fun.
hmm tell me
If we don't talk for two months. Then this wait will be more fun. We will be more devastated to meet eachother.
Haha! What are you saying!
So let's do it?
Wait wait wait. You did not promise me and now what do you mean by do not speak? Excuse me first!
I replied angrily.
Don't act like a child. Bye!
And then she blocked me. Where to meet ? when to meet? i am left with these questions.
Actually our relationship is like that. I enjoyed reading your stories a month ago.so I messaged you since then I don't remember how we ended up talking so much. You know everything about me. My name, my likes and dislikes, my childhood. All I know is your name. No nickname. Your age, your favorite color, these too. But I don't know anything about the things you say first when you meet someone. Name address, phone number. Not even a picture. So now I have to wait two months. To tell you the truth, I am very jealous of your students, the people live next to your house, and even the maids in your house. At least they know what you look like. And I who understands you so much still have to use my imagination to meet you in my dreams. I am more attracted to you because of the curiosity you have created. Day by day, Little by little I am entering the darkest realm of attraction, I can't understand. In the end, no one knows what I am going to get.
Sometimes it is very scary. With everything going on these days. I don't understand whether you are real or a dream. Maybe this time I will find out on my birthday. or not she did not say where to meet. So where do I go?
Two months have passed. Tomorrow is my birthday. I am sitting and waiting for this message to come in on the phone. Come to this place tomorrow at this time.
But how do I know? How similar will you be to the shape I gave you in my dreams.?
Your profile name is very strange.
"IthinkthereforeIam"
what does it mean Later I learned how deep it meant. Now there is no doubt that I am not dreaming. This is proof that you exist.
The night passed. I don't stay up late. But I was awake yesterday. No, I didn't get any message. I am still blocked.
But friends and relatives sent messages. But I don't care about it.
In the morning I ate special pudding my mother made, bathed in the Ganges and went to Dakshineshwar to worship like every year. In the afternoon, because I didn't want anyone to know, I put on a green dress, loosen my hair, and went out dressed a little. But mother caught me. I said friends called to give a surprise. Then my mother let me go.
I don't know where to find you. We talked about meeting once and you left it like that. Now I can't even recognize you if you're in front. You might recognize me. But for that we have to be in the same place. Or If you have already forgotten?
Thinking where to go, I boarded the bus. I got off the bus right at Shyambazar. Then I went straight to my favorite place. I used to talk about that place a lot. Mayer Ghat in Bagbazar. My very favorite place. And this is the only place I can think of in all of Kolkata where we can meet. At least in my dreams we met here.
I came and sat down to see the place. If you come by the straight road through Shyambazar, you will see the ghat. But I am on The one next to that ghat. You have to cross the bagbazar railway platform. Enter through the gate of mayer Ghat and cross the railway line straight ahead two white rest houses are there. I am on the stairs leading to ganges. Shraddha ceremony is now taking place in rest houses. Next to it is a little place under a banyan tree where a barber is shaving a man's head. The train stopped on the opposite side. Then the platform starts. Bagbazar Station. It is called The chakra rail. I don't know why. The sun is still shining. Sweet sunshine at three o'clock. I don't even care that the white pants are getting dirty with dust. I've been looking around for people of your description.
My chest is heaving. Suffering from uncertainty. Will she come? I think you forgot. Well, I waited for two months and I can for another few hours. Your voice is still floating in my ears. Maybe I can hear this
baby I missed you!
I couldn't sit still with the excitement. I kept going back and forth.
Now !
now!
Now! . You will come back and give me the best surprise of my life. On my birthday, however, I brought a gift. A rose, a white rose, still the status of our relationship is not clear to me. You Never said you loved me. No I didn't admit it either. I can also say that we are not just friends. And with a chocolate.
Time also began to flow with the waters of the river Ganga. It's four o'clock now.
My excitement turned to disappointment. No, I can't wait any longer. If it's too late, my parents will worry. I can wait until sunset. I put the headphones in my ears and played your favorite song. It is a sad song though. But it is appropriate for this moment. many people came and left. you still have my photo, right? Or have you deleted everything? Or you are trying to hurt me from a far? If I don't recognise you will you call? All these questions began occur in my head.
One song ended another song came. Another one went. Time started to pass. I don't know what expectations I came here with. You didn't make any promises. You did not said that you will come today. Never said. And I still came here not to know why? So how do I blame you?
The sun is setting now. It was probably five o'clock. I no longer tried to watch the time. The sun was sinking behind the trees in the western sky. And my hopes sank with him. I sat a little more like this with disappointed expectations. The water of the Ganges gradually turned black. The pre-autumn evening wind began to blow around. Darkness engulfed Bagbazar Ghat. The street light lit up. A light shone just above my head making my green kurti more visible. In the midst of the noise around, I hear you voice flowing by...
Baby I missed you!
This was the only voice you sent when I was angry.
Baby I missed you!
Baby I missed you!
My eyes were already watering which I tried to cover with my sunglasses. Now I pulled my knees to my chest and closed my eyes and let the cold air flow over me.
Baby I missed you!
No, this time it is not a mistake of the mind. Someone called me from right behind me.
I removed the headphones from my ears and looked back. A silhouette is form in the dark. Is my dream really taking shape? That silhouette is coming out little by little into the light. Time has stopped as the cold wind that was making me cry, is now blowing my hair and caressing my crying face. I went up two flights of stairs. towards you
Is this the moment I was waiting for so long?
( By the way. This is my favourite place too. Let's meet here 😉)
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I translated it. The version of google translator was so bad. I have go through it two more times. It there's still grammatical error please ignore it.
And in bengali we use gander neutral 3rd person pronouns. So it's not problem when I refer to her. All of my bangali stories I don't give them names I only use pronouns. So although I am writing a gl story it looks like a straight love story. So everybody is happy. But the problem with English is that you have to specify he or her.
There are someways I can make them gander neutral but that's a lot of work. I'll do that later.
It's a short story for a facebook page. But they didn't picked it. Instead they liked another story. So I thought of uploading this here. Hope you enjoyed it