“ The first time he saw her, she lay sprawled on the floor, unconscious. Due to colic or food poisoning I don’t remember now but no one seemed to be doing anything. They had to take her to 3rd floor without a lift.
He did the first thing that came to his mind. Carried her upstairs, in spite of her gawking teachers!
That’s was when they both attended a youth hostel camp in Porbandar”
He’d sit by her side till she got better. They didn’t talk. He sat reading books. She talked away through her time with friends.
Then like a real polite lady, told him to visit her if ever he was in her city…..
and then forgot about him.
Some time in the same year she came home to find her frantic sister raving about some druggie barraging in their home. Her sister had opened the door to find a real scruffy looking bloke asking for her!
She found him sitting on the steps to the terrace, smoking away a cigarette.
Curly hair, big specks, faded jeans, frayed shirt and all.
And then she never forgot him!”
He went home. They each wrote the other letters. Lots and lots of letters.
She’s paint him pictures and he’d draw her pictures.
There was one time when neither her mother nor her sister could wake him up, he slept 36 hours non stop. They thought he had died. Both were gonna call the police. But all he said when he woke up was- “ I slept late because I was reading a book!”
He got admission in Saurashtra University for his PG to be near her.
She left her job to go live with him.
She thought was a south Indian because of his dark looks n tendency to write a single initial as surname, until he took her to meet his mother.
He did the first thing that came to his mind. Carried her upstairs, in spite of her gawking teachers!
That’s was when they both attended a youth hostel camp in Porbandar”
He’d sit by her side till she got better. They didn’t talk. He sat reading books. She talked away through her time with friends.
Then like a real polite lady, told him to visit her if ever he was in her city…..
and then forgot about him.
Some time in the same year she came home to find her frantic sister raving about some druggie barraging in their home. Her sister had opened the door to find a real scruffy looking bloke asking for her!
She found him sitting on the steps to the terrace, smoking away a cigarette.
Curly hair, big specks, faded jeans, frayed shirt and all.
And then she never forgot him!”
He went home. They each wrote the other letters. Lots and lots of letters.
She’s paint him pictures and he’d draw her pictures.
There was one time when neither her mother nor her sister could wake him up, he slept 36 hours non stop. They thought he had died. Both were gonna call the police. But all he said when he woke up was- “ I slept late because I was reading a book!”
He got admission in Saurashtra University for his PG to be near her.
She left her job to go live with him.
She thought was a south Indian because of his dark looks n tendency to write a single initial as surname, until he took her to meet his mother.
Nanuji says one day he even brought my dad a ticket home and told him to go.
Now if you ask him my dad says “ I must have been insane when I didn’t take that ticket!”
My mom always replies-“ I could give you one now!”
He’d just look sheepish and smile.
That’s my pitashri and maa for you in short.
This is for them and all the good times they gave us. And all the good time they had before us :p
Happy 22nd anniversary to both of you.
May I be as lucky as you guy’s.
with all my love even if seem an ungrateful child sometime.
where seem and sometime are the key words!
Now if you ask him my dad says “ I must have been insane when I didn’t take that ticket!”
My mom always replies-“ I could give you one now!”
He’d just look sheepish and smile.
That’s my pitashri and maa for you in short.
This is for them and all the good times they gave us. And all the good time they had before us :p
Happy 22nd anniversary to both of you.
May I be as lucky as you guy’s.
with all my love even if seem an ungrateful child sometime.
where seem and sometime are the key words!
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