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Monday, August 11, 2014

Stranger than fiction...!!!!!

Everyday had always been same for me however today was completely different.



I don't know but when I woke up and saw one incoming call on my cell phone from her number. She never called me so I couldn't believe and kept staring at the incoming call list and her number. It was 6:30 am and I was feeling sleepy so I didn't try to notice or call her because I missed her call however I kept trying to figure it out who actually attended this call because my Bro was not at home. Then I thought to call her, who else could tell me, better if she had called me or not. On the top of that I couldn't recall if I talked to her or not (sometimes I curse my memory).

I was afraid if I had told her something what she might not like. At the same time there were thousand things running across my mind.

Finally I (the strong side of mine) dialed her number and clicked on the red button on the cell phone before ring. I tried couple of times and did the same thing unless my strong side manage to win my weak side and here's the voice for which I can do anything; "hello, hello...!" I don't know but I kept mum, lost into her voice so much that my mind was blank with only one picture in my mind and that was hers. I suddenly tried to regain my consciousness and answer the call; 'hey, how are you doing... I guess you called me and I was sleeping... so what are you doing' (shut up kashyap… don't ask too many questions at one time, I said to myself). And she again spoke in her sweet voice; "Yup, I called you but you were too busy sleeping so I hung up".

She said again; "where are you now, are you still sleepy?" I woke up and realized that she was on phone and I was thinking, but I still managed to reply; "I was wondering if we can meet". (Oh my God!!!! did I actually say that???I can't believe it). Than there was a long silence, seems all the traffic in my street had been asked to stop and that further increased my tension and blood in my veins started flowing faster than usual. Fan stopped to make sound and suddenly there was a voice breaking this sound... off course it was hers;"Why do you want to meet, I think It’s not good for both, everything has been cleared… are you all right kashyap!!! You know my family would never allow me to… I never did this in my life. Don’t want to go against them & hurt my parents" It was a sudden shock for me and I started feeling like a guy in Pakistan who asked a girl to meet him and why the hell I always like girls whose parents interrupt smh in my love story…... I tried my best to think of a response and said; "Kuhu, please I just want to see you… I miss you so much. My last request to you… can’t you fulfill???”

I actually said that without any second thoughts in my mind I wondered how I could be so emotional and romantic to say all these things. I patted on the strong side of mine and ball was in her court and I really hate this game of passing balls to each other's court and wait for the response.

"Thak Thak Thak....Doorbell ring...ting tong… ting tong". And I woke up cursing myself that it was all dream... what if my friend would have come a bit later and she could say something... (Doorbell kept ringing...)What if all this would have happened in real and she would be ready to meet me. (Doorbell kept ringing...)What if..What if... and I opened the door with this 'What if' in my mind and this grew my belief stronger that my friend is a real brat who always come at the wrong time and never come when I am dreaming something really bad or scary. I gave him a weird look which he did not understand and I rolled myself on my bed again with a hope to see the same dream.

I wish if there would have been a rewind or repeat button to repeat the dreams. I started cursing the entire scientist in the world if they could have done something in this field as well, after all this was necessary for me and they always say, "Necessity is the mother of invention". And I wonder why not in my case?

See you guys and I wish I have that dream again and tell you the next…..




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