The Girl in Purple Jeans- Final Chapter

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‘Am I dreaming?’ I asked her. She was holding me tightly as I maneuvered my bike through the rain. ‘Okay, okay stop it! I said to her as she playfully bit my ear in reply. We ran inside my house, drenched in rain. I looked at her, as she wiped her hair. She looked so irresistibly beautiful that I couldn’t take my eyes off her even for a second. ‘Where were you all my life?’ I asked her as I pulled her towards me. ‘You really want to waste more precious moments of your life by asking that question right now?’ She smiled and put her hands around my shoulder. ‘I love you!’ My nose touched her neck and goose bumps spread like wild fire across her face and neck as I sucked a raindrop off her wet cheek. ‘I love you too!’ She united her lips with mine. After that we couldn’t keep our hands off each other. 
I don’t know how we ended up on my bedroom floor. She opened her tired eyes and looked at me with a smile as soon as I ran a finger around her face. ‘What made you change your mind?’ I asked her. ‘You!’ She replied. ‘I don’t understand!’ I looked into her eyes. ‘It just took you three days to make me fall and believe in love. And that is the reason why I decided to stay!’ She put her head on my chest and closed her eyes. I still couldn’t make head or tail of what she meant by that but I just wanted to wake up next to her every morning for the rest of my life. 
The clouds had given way to the sunlight that had finally found its way inside the house and into our lives…

The end.

Chapter 1: https://abhisheksinha99.wordpress.com/2013/10/06/the-girl-in-purple-jeans/

Chapter 2: https://abhisheksinha99.wordpress.com/2013/10/08/dugga-dugga/

Chapter 3: https://abhisheksinha99.wordpress.com/2013/10/14/asche-bochor-abar-hobe/

Asche Bochor Abar Hobe?

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Asche Bochor Abar Hobe: [Bengali Phrase] It will happen again next year, in context with Durga Puja.

Dashami: Tenth and the last day of Durga Puja.

Kichu Bolbe: [Bengali Phrase] Do you want to ask something?

Peas-pulao: Indian recipe made with rice and peas.

 

5 minutes ago…
‘The flight for Delhi is…’ I kept dashing through the airport like a mad man. I had something in my mind. This is not the way I wanted it to be!

The night before…

‘You looked great in that maroon sari!’ I kept walking away from the crowd for a better reception. 
‘You looked handsome too in your blue Kurta…’ I was in love with her voice already. ‘So tell me when are we going to meet tomorrow? I have something to tell you!’ Suddenly my heart beat got faster. ‘Same time! Is something wrong?’ I was perspiring already. ‘Nothing is wrong dear.’ She replied calmly. ‘Okay see you tomorrow, don’t be late. Bye!’ I pocketed the phone and looked at the idol from the distance. I did a silent prayer. I went back inside the pandal and joined the wild crowd. 

The next morning…
As soon as I saw her get down from the cab, I started framing sentences in my head to compliment her. She looked gorgeous and shone brightly with the Dashami morning thanks to her yellow sari. She winked as she came near me and took a bite from the chicken roll in my hand. 
‘You look gre….’ She pulled my hand before I could finish and dragged me inside one of the mall’s lift. As the door closed behind us, she put her hands around me and kissed me passionately. As we left the lift and walked hand in hand, she looked at me and smiled. Red-faced, I smiled as well, remembering all the times we kissed for the past few days.
‘So what was the thing you wanted to tell me?’ I asked her as we ordered our lunch and sat face to face. ‘I love you!’ She said without flinching for a moment, her eyes fixed on mine. ‘And I know you love me too!’ She was right. After spending the last four days with her, I felt life spending the rest of my life with her. ‘Today I’m leaving Kolkata!’ I felt thunderstruck. The fork slipped from my hand and fell on the tiled floor as people stared at us. ‘I will be back after one year. This job is very demanding!’ She played with the peas-pulao with her spoon as she finally looked away from me. I choked like always. I couldn’t find words to say. I felt lost and helpless. Someone screamed in my head repeatedly, ‘Not again!’ 
We ate in silence. After lunch we stood for a while in one of the upper levels of the mall looking at the people walking below in colorful dresses. She leant on me, resting her head on my shoulder. I put my hand around her. She hugged me and said, ‘I am sorry!’ I kissed her forehead and tried to hold back my tears. 
‘I should leave. I have a flight to catch!’ We walked towards the exit. She stopped a cab and when she turned around to look at me, I asked loudly with a smile on my face, ‘Hey girl in purple jeans, when does your flight leave?’ ‘Eight!’ She gave me a flying kiss and waved as the cab left the place. 

Now…
‘The Flight for Delhi, did it leave?’ I asked the help desk lady, still panting for breath. ‘It’s in the runway. I am sorry sir!’ I looked away and looked at the glass walls overlooking the runway. Tears rolled down my cheeks as the very thought of losing her, maybe forever, passed my mind just like the flight, which now had disappeared in the night sky. I wiped my tears and kept staring blankly at the floor. ‘I should have stopped her, or maybe at least tried to stop her!’ I kept thinking. ‘I wish I had said something…’

Just then a bus ticket fell on my lap as someone stood in front of me. I picked it up and saw a sentence written on it…

‘Kichu bolbe?’

To be Contd…

Subho Bijoya… 🙂

PART I: https://abhisheksinha99.wordpress.com/2013/10/06/the-girl-in-purple-jeans/

PART II: https://abhisheksinha99.wordpress.com/2013/10/08/dugga-dugga/

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Dugga Dugga…

Durga Puja: also referred to as Durgotsava or Sharadotsav is an annual Hindu festival in South Asia that celebrates worship of the Hindu goddess Durga.

Dugga: Durga in some versions of Bengali language.

After tackling the frustrated crowd inside the brutally packed bus, I finally reached the bus stop near my home. As I got down, I looked up and thanked God for delivering me alive yet another day. As I waded past the wild pandal hopping crowd, I saw a gorgeous looking girl. Clad in an eye grabbing blue saree, she was going towards one of the big and famous pandals of my locality. I took out my cellphone and called my father and told him I was still stuck in the traffic. As I followed her totally enchanted by her beauty, I had an eerie feeling that I had seen her somewhere before. As she went inside and stood in front of the idol with folded hands I tried to get as close as possible. ‘Dugga dugga…’ She had a melodic voice. She stood there with her eyes closed and folded hands close to her face while I kept walking in her direction to talk with her. I stood by her side, closed my eyes and folded my hands thanking the almighty when suddenly someone whispered in my ear, ‘I am still waiting for your call!’ Thunderstruck, I opened my eyes. But to my horror she was not there anymore. I turned around and saw her leaving the pandal. She turned around and winked naughtily at me. And then I realized.
Darn! It was the girl in purple jeans… 

Happy Durga Puja to everyone… 🙂

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To know about the girl in purple jeans, please click on the link: https://abhisheksinha99.wordpress.com/2013/10/06/the-girl-in-purple-jeans/

Letting Go…

Have you ever experienced an empty feeling inside you and everything suddenly feels bleak and life appears gloomy? Have you ever had that feeling when you have too much to share but you don’t have the right words to describe anything? Sometimes it may also happen that no matter how hard we try to let go of something the entire universe tries its best to bring it back in our lives. Maybe it’s written in our fate or it’s decided in the heavens. Life is unfathomable when it comes to certain things like love. And no matter how hard we try, things are meant to get screwed up but one thing I have realized that there comes a time when we truly become oblivious of everything and that is the time when something remarkable happens once again. And these surprises leave a person changed completely for the rest of his or her life. There is absolutely nothing anyone can do about them. When something is not meant to happen, it won’t happen no matter how hard we try.

‘So you are coming right?’ She asked him as she looked into the mirror. 
‘I am not sure whether I will….’ She stopped him in the middle of his sentence. 
‘I don’t want to listen to any of your excuses! You are coming and that’s final.’ She was adamant as always.
‘Alright, I will be there.’ He disconnected the line and looked at the picture hanging on the wall. He got up and went near it. The picture was taken somewhere in a hill resort. The memory of the smiling people in the photograph suddenly brought tears in his eyes. He wiped his tears and looked outside the window. The clouds in the sky drifted slowly and so did his mind which was heavy with memories. Once happy memories but now painful ones…

‘You are coming right?’ She asked him while packing her bag pack with woolen clothes. ‘It won’t be the same without you!’ She spoke in her super cute voice. ‘I will definitely come. I can’t miss this opportunity to be with you. Don’t know when we will see each other again after this!’ He replied excitedly. ‘I love you!’ She said as her roommate whistled naughtily. ‘I love you too!’ He said with a smile on his face. Then he ran towards his best friend’s room. He needed money badly as vacation in a hill station costs a lot of money.

He again looked at the picture hanging on the wall. And then he gazed across the room. He had a well-furnished bungalow but he lived all by himself. Once, he didn’t have hundred rupees in his pocket. But nowadays his name came up in leading magazines and newspaper whenever he made a donation in any charity trust.

‘It’s so cute!’ She exclaimed with joy as he handed her the small white teddy bear holding a heart with her name on it. ‘I love you so so so much!’ She kissed and hugged him tightly.

He looked at the small Buddha statue on his study table. His mind got flooded with memories once again.

‘Keep it with you. It will protect you from all sorts of problem.’ She put the small statue in his hand. She was wearing a beautiful Salwar Kameez that day and looked like a princess. He grinned while he pocketed it quickly and pulled her towards him. ‘You are a very bad boy!’ She blushed as they kissed. 

He looked at the beautifully decorated card lying on the couch. He held back his tears. A chill went down his spine as he suddenly remembered her crying face. The only thing he hated more than his loneliness was her tears.

He dressed up and left his home in the evening. 

“Now that you are gone, just wanna be with you. And I can’t go on, I wanna be with you…”

He turned off the music player as he entered the place. It was her favorite song. As soon as he left his car, suddenly he found himself amidst a group of completely unknown people. He roamed about the place with a slender glass of whiskey searching for her. Finally she appeared with a few friends of her. She was dressed magnificently and was covered with exotic jewelry. She looked at him and smiled. He couldn’t help but force a smile on his face. 
A feeling of helplessness had descended on him but he maintained his composure and held his ground till the wedding got over. 
Finally unable to hold back his tears he rushed outside. He took a deep breath and looked at the sky as firecrackers brightened up the sky. 
He smiled. He had finally let her go. Forever…

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The Girl in Purple Jeans…

Thuk thak thuk thak…

An aroma spread across the rotting metallic bus as she walked towards me. I was still looking outside the window lost in thoughts when she took the seat beside me. I looked in her direction but froze in the act. ‘Pa…paa…parapa…’ She was humming some tune while listening to music on her foot-long cellphone. Her jet black hair extended upto her waist and she occasionally ran her slender fingers through it. Her face shone brightly and her lips complimented it in more than one way. Her ear rings were tiny hearts and they swayed with the moving bus. Apart from her well-proportioned body, the most striking feature was her purple jeans. She looked at me and asked, ‘Kichu bolbe?’ (Do you wanna say something?) Embarrassed, I shifted my gaze and replied with a gulp, ‘Na na…’ She smiled and I almost had a cardiac-arrest. I looked away and clutched the seat handle tightly.

Just then the bus took a sharp turn and her lips and nose grazed over my face. Her hair, apart from tickling my nose, smelled like fresh flowers in the garden. The passengers cursed the driver and his choddo gushti (lineage) for his rash driving but we kept staring at each other. ‘Kichu bolbe? I am sorry!’ She smiled again but this time the crimson hue on her face had amplified her cuteness thousand folds. ‘It’s okay!’ I was still going short on words and felt stupid inside. ‘Dada ticket ta katun!’ The conductor grinned ear to ear as he asked me for the ticket. As I gave him two ten rupees bill, he returned one of them back to me and said, ‘Khuzro din! Dui taka khuzro din!’ (Give me two rupees change!). I checked my wallet and found nothing apart from a hundred rupees note and my debit card. The girl noticed it and said, ‘Ami diye dicchi!’ (I will give!) ‘Thanks a lot!’ I felt rather embarrassed accepting money from her. The conductor kept grinning and I felt like swiping my debit card across his lips. He gave my ticket to her.

‘It’s okay!’ She replied. One minute passed and neither of us said anything except looking outside the window. 

‘My stop has come! See ya…!’ She put the ticket in my hand, got up and waved at me. I waved back. As she got down, suddenly I felt ‘Dhur! Kichu bolle bhalo hoto!’

(Darn! Should have said something to her!)

I looked at the ticket. Her number was written on it.

🙂

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