The antisocial eveningsA Story by Pravir Dimples inside her burqa "Hey, now lets have some pani
puris..." said sofia with her soft and appealing voice. It was the fifth
item which she had demanded that evening. I simply nodded my head and said "oye, you will definetly get fat and
pimples will spoil all your glamour" She giggled and punched me softly on
my cheek. In the last three hours it was the tenth time she had punched. I dont
know why did i made those countings . . . anyways after having those spicy pani
puris finally we walked back to her hostel. . . her eyes were still red due to
the extra chilli which she loved to have it with the pani puri. . . "Omg your red eyes,looking like a witch.
. . !!!!" i taunted her. She
punched me for the last time and said,"so that was for today . .. Be ready
for tolerating me tomorrow evening also ". "As you say my lord " we finally bid
good bye and i turned to return my room which was few kms. Away from her
hostel. I paused for a moment and turned back again . . . a fair coloured,smiling
face, medium long hairs and wearing white top and black jeans lady was entering
to her hostel. . . yes she was shofia .. I knew her since the last two weeks
only and we had become so much friendly that every evening we met and spent lot
of time with each other. I clearly remember the day we first met. It was my
best friend Arpita's birthday. She had invited some of her friends also. It was
a cold evening. I was standing near the restaurant waiting for the birthday
girl to come . . . "Hii... Pravir" the same soft and
appealing voice came. I turned back. A girl in pink salwar kameez with a gift
pack in her hand was waiting for my reply . "Sorry do i know you ..?" I asked "I am sofia naaz, arpita and i live in
the same hostel" she said. "Ohh hii . . . nice to meet you" we
did a formal handshake. "I
knew your name from first year only,arpita many a times mentioned your name but
never got an opportunity to meet you" She said "Haha. . . so finally you got the
OPPORTUNITY to meet me . .. I am Feeling so special" i tried to crack a
terrible joke. Soon we started to talk and it was she who made this
conversation so comfortable for me . . . her eyes had a charm which fully
mesmerized me. . i wanted to continue talking to her but soon arpita arrived
and we became busy in making her birthday special. We had a huge celebration
there. . . my job was to click photos as i was the best in it. Sofia started
giving different poses and i was ready with my camera. . . The party was over
at 10 pm. But since sofia's hostel was a bit far so arpita told me to drop her.
Arpita had shifted to a new hostel last month. That was the first time we
walked togethar. Being an extrovert of the extreme level sofia started
explaining all the things which she experianced during the party . . how tasty
the food was, the couple dance,the ballons,the cakes everything. . . i usually
get irritated but for the first time i was listening to her each and every
detail making such cute faces. . . she gave me her phone no and entered her
hostel. From that day only we started sharing every evening togethar. Slowly i
started knowing her likes dislikes ,her hobbies. . . i never got a chance to
say or express anything. And if got one she quickly interrupted And continued
her gossips. . . she became a bad habit for me . . . after waking up the first
thing which i checked was her messages. . . the whole day i waited for her one
single message and a simple "hmm" or "ok" from her was
enough to make my day. I took all biodata from Arpita about Sofia's earlier
life .Once she was in a relationship but the boy betrayed her. She had battled
depression for two years and now she wants to live life to the fullest leaving
all her weakness apart. From that day only i wanted to be her strength and not
her weakness. . . i didnt knew that it was love or just an influctuation. . .i
wanted to share all my feelings to her. . . but the fear of losing her never
let me to do so.. . Days passed like this and our friendship got
more stronger. I never expressed my feelings to her. I dont knew if she ever
noticed me when i was busy in watching her hairs coming over her face or when
she got those cute dimples while laughing or when i just watched her fast
forward lips while explaining me anything. I dont knew i loved her or not but
yes i was addicted to her. I had no ideas regarding her views about me . . It
was 5pm in the evening and the cloudy weather was pouring all its romance in
me. . . after few minutes i took my unbrella and went for evening walk with
sofia. . . today she was wearing a black jeans and white top with a light blue
jacket. . i was mad about her dressing senses and always appreciated it and as
usual she flaunted it. . . amidst the thundering and lightening, we made our
way towards the coffe hut. Today also everything was same but the sparke in her
eyes was missing. . . i could sense that everything was not ok but didnt want
to discuss it and spoil that evening. . . but before i could say something
sofia started to speak, "Pravir you are the best i could have in
this college. Last few months were the most memorable days . . .this is our
last semester and today is our last evening togethar. My engagement has been
fixed and tomorrow i will be leaving home. I will only come for my final exams.
. . " I was sweating. . . my eyes got blurred . . .
i rubbed them and tears started rolling down my cheeks. . . i had never been in
such an awkward position before.. . . "How can you just leave me like this
. . . who gave you the right to take decision on our relationship. . " i
somehow controlled my emotions . . . took a long breath and then again said "hey what happened all of a sudden . . .
why are you getting engaged so early." "Everything cant be explained
pravir, there are some personal issues. . " she said "Yes you are
right, everything cant be explained. . . . . some things are meant to be felt.
." i don’t knew she understood this sarcasm or not. . . anyways we came
out of the cafe and started walking to her hostel. . That evening the
thundering has defeated sofia's gossips. . . i was silent but my heart was
bursting out of questions. . . suddenly it started raining heavily , i took out
my umbrella and sofia came close to me. I could smell her hypnotising perfume.
. . her hands touched mine for a while and there was a strong jitter in my heart.
It was the most beautiful rain i had ever seen in my life. . .we reached her
hostel and exchanged an enchanted look for a while. . i could see her,opening
the gate . . it was her last departure . . i turned back and started returning
. . . few steps after, i again turned but this time there was someone to
welcome my solidarity. . . sofia ran to me and hugged me tightly and said "This is the moment when our souls have
no names. . . from tomorrow i will be having a muslim soul and you a hindu
soul. . . just want to cherish every bit of this moment ". "
I LOVE YOU sofia, i know there is a world outside waiting to tear us apart. . .
. but right this moment you are only mine and no one can take this moment from
me. . . " my voice fumbled. Sofia pushed me and said ," no I CANT
LOVE YOU . . . i have no right. Our constitution doesnot believe in RIGHT TO
LOVE," I tried to hug her once more for the last tym but she pushed me
again . . . i held her hands and kissed it . . . she pulled back her hands and
turned back to return but paused for a while and gave me a flying kiss . . .
this time i could see the lost glitter in her eyes . . . i got a momentary
glimpse of my funny and talkative sofia for the last time. . . . Today
six years have passed and Destiny has brought my evening to the same street . .
. i was sitting in the same coffe hut . . . soon a BMW arrived and a couple
stepped out of it. . . the lady was wearing a burqa. . . she stopped infront of
the pani puri stall and ordered " pani puri with extra chilli". . . .
soon i identified those red eyes. . .her husband was busy on the phone . . I went
to her and said " can u share some of these with me",. . . Her red
eyes soon got her twinkle back. . i could clearly imagine her dimples inside
the burkha. . her dressing sense and aspiration of becoming a fashion designer
was buried deep inside her burqa. . . there was a sign of pain and helplessness
in her eyes. . . . Finally i broke the silence and said, "let everyone try
to make us apart but they will never be able to take away this evening . . . .
its the same evening in which we have spent our most beautifull and memorable
days . . we can relive these memories always whenever we can . . i will wait
for you every second saturday of month. . . . promise me you will come . .
."
A voice came from the burqa," i am not
allowed to love anyone . . . i cant love you. . . " . . . . She stood up
and departed but she could not hide the hope which was in her eyes at that time
. . . . i smiled and started waiting for the upcoming second saturday . . . . © 2017 PravirAuthor's Note
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Pravirasansol, west bengal, IndiaAbouti am 22. .,. an electrical engineer.. i know writing has nothing to do with my profession... but still i write,not to become famous ... its just that i find solace in expressing my untold emotions an.. more..Writing
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