Again I became hopeless. I tried to search her for almost a week. There wasn't any trace of her. Maybe I mistook her for other girl. It was just like a false hope I gave to myself. And it was too difficult for me to find her again.
. . . .
"Tanay there is a letter for you. "
"Who would sent me letters? What is the name of sender. "
"Nothing is written on it. It's just your name and address. Wait. . . Have you become that alone that you are sending letters to yourself. "
I could just glare at him with my big eyes. His words were literally illogical. Well it's true that I was the lonely person. But not the crazy one.
"Just give it to me. "
It was an anonymous letter. I wonder who was the sender. In haste I tore the envelope. The handwriting seemed familier. I started reading it carefully.
"Hi Tanay, how are you? Maybe you are doing fine. Don't know why I only thought of you but I think you are the only person I can trust. I think you could have guessed who I am. Yes, you are right, I am the one you are searching for a long time. Can we meet? If you really wish to lower your burden then be present at 'Slice of Spice restaurant' at 8 o'clock tonight. "
It was too short. The letter she wrote just represented her. She was like that, never extended the conversations. They always had limits but were meaningful and detailed. I realised one thing though, I should hurry as she is in trouble.
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It was 6 in the evening and I was all ready and excited to meet her. I prepared a bouquet for her. I wanted to ask her out. I wrote few lines to impress her and I won't share it as they weren't so good. It was 7 when I reached the restaurant. I booked the table near window which had a great city view. A view of busy corporate life. Still it was satisfying. The road was silent on that day. It wasn't crowded as usual. It was perfect, everything, the time, place and everything. I was watching the life of the commoners, they were all busy. Apart from that my anxiety, it was at its peak. I was getting more and more anxious as the time passed. Finally it was 8, I eyed towards the doors. Eagerly waiting for her. My heart was racing with maximum speed. It was about to burst. I was waiting for her. The clock and heart both vibrated to create the resonance. I kept on looking at door and my heart kept on beating fast. . . .
. . . .
Half an hour passed, she didn't showed up. I almost waited in hope. I didn't left, I still waited for sometime more. It was 11 o'clock by then, but not a sign of her was seen. The restaurant was going to close. And I had no option than to leave. But still I was roaming around the restaurant for her. But no, she didn't came. I hopelessly waited for her and she didn't came. It was the last. After that I tried hardly to move on and I was able to. Though sometimes her memories came by and made me upset for some reason. But it was also true that I never dated anyone later. I didn't wanted to for some reason.
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'It's my first day of the new job. I am excited. I just want to give my best. It would be a whole new world. And I am alone now. ', Jay went to Banglore for his job. I got a job in Mumbai. It was the city of dreams. The busiest place I have ever visited. It was a new start, a new life and a step forward towards dreams. I forgot all the past. Everything was buried under the thick layers of deep emotions.
I worked as a software developer. I still remember my first day. I represented myself as a perfect employee. And in a month I was able to impress my seniors. I made new friends. Actually this time it was easy for me to open up as the people working there were so friendly. They all shared a pure bond. I was lucky to have the opportunity. Rishi, one of the efficient employee became my mentor. We soon started sharing deep bond. He was very different, a person that would be called as perfect human being. I was happy to have him by my side. And ofcourse his thoughts were too mature and different. His aura always reminded me of Antara. Sometimes it took me on trip to my past. The year I spent with her. I treasured those moments of ours. That time I realised that I just paused my thoughts about her but was never able to move on. . . .
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