And before I knew it, I had hit ‘Send’.
I never wanted to send that mail, but was just pouring out everything to help me feel better.
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I was preparing for my SSC examinations when Mridul first visited our house. He had just joined Baba’s office.
He used to take tuition for board exam students in his locality. He had lots of books with him and he had shown the courtesy to lend me a few good ones for Mathematics and Physics. He also helped me on weekends with my doubts. He was well-accepted by the entire family, including Bhai (Big Brother) who was not easy to mix with.
I cleared the boards with a 91% aggregate and apart from Maa, Baba and Bhai, I had one more person who was genuinely happy about my success. Though I scored well in the boards, I could not clear the entrance exams to get into an A category engineering college. Through his network, Mridul helped me secure a seat in one of the best colleges back in my home town.
Four long years and occasional meetings during my visits to Maa-Baba. He was almost a family member now. But to me, he was like God.
Bhai was never aware of what he wanted in life. He had somehow cleared his Boards through National Open School and Dad through his connection got him admission in one of the colleges . He dropped out in the first year itself. Upon his insistence, Dad got him admitted to GNIIT, but to no avail. Within months, he left that too and one fine day, he left us without any information.
I completed my B.Tech and wanted to pursue M.Tech, but Baba lost his job to retrenchment and couldn’t afford my education further. Mridul offered financial help, but I refused because I could see the pain in Baba’s eyes. With all this, I had to forego my dream of higher studies and had to help Dad run the house. I accepted an offer from a not so known software company.
After a few years, Mridul called me up one day at office and asked me to meet him at the temple at 6 p.m. I took permission and left 2 hours early to make it to the ‘special meeting’.
It was in months that I had been to the temple and I was overwhelmed by the peace and serenity of the surroundings. I sat down on a bench beneath a Peepal tree and was lost in my thoughts.
“Priya!”
Mridul was there with the usual calm smile on his face. He sat down next to me.
“Priya, this might come across as a surprise, but I don’t have a choice. I won’t waste your time and I am going to straight away tell you the reason why I called you today.”
“Go ahead, Mridul. Do we need such an opening statement between us?”
“Priya, I love you and I wish to marry you.”
I sat quietly. I didn’t utter a single word throughout the conversation after that.
“I had some soft feelings for you since the very first day I met you. I never told you because I didn’t want to disturb your studies. But now, there’s not much time for me. My parents have received a proposal and are waiting for my response to accept it. I have to inform them within a week.”
I couldn’t do much but stare blankly at the Ganesha statue underneath the Peepal Tree.
“I am 30 now and they too are getting old. They want to see me settled down as soon as possible. They have asked me many times if I have any feelings for you. I didn’t inform as I didn’t want to reveal it to anyone then. I could have gone straight to uncle and sought your hand. But I wanted to know your decision. Be honest and do not respond in haste. Please understand that there is no compulsion. A negative response will not affect our relation. I promise.”
After this, it was pin-drop silence between us for the next half an hour. He then offered to drop me home and I didn’t muster the courage to accept or refuse. He dropped me home. Baba was sitting in the courtyard and offered him tea. He had tea with Baba and left after bidding bye to Maa and Baba. All this while I kept looking at him sitting on the window sill of my room hiding behind the curtain till his bike got out of sight.
A week full of turmoil. May be for both of us.
Tring Tring…
“Priya! So, what’s your response?”
After a long pause, I gathered courage and replied,
“Sorry Mridul! I don’t think I ever had any feelings for you. I hope you won’t mind and our friendship will remain unaffected.”
“Priya, are you sure?”
“Yes, Mridul!”
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Day after tomorrow is Mridul’s engagement. I sat down in front of the PC for the whole night yesterday typing this.
“Hi Mridul,
I too had some hidden feelings for you which I had suppressed for long.
I would have been more than happy to accept your proposal. I am sorry I didn’t muster the courage to tell you this earlier. I was scared that my decision might affect Maa and Baba, who are now my responsibility. But Baba asked me this morning, if I ever had any feelings for you and I broke down. He was upset that I didn’t tell him about your proposal. I told him that there’s no point now, as things have gone beyond control and at this point it’ll affect another family too.
I know this is wrong, but I wish to ask you, is there a possibility? Can I be a part of your life?
Please don’t feel bad if it’s too late. I promise I’ll be fine.”
And before I knew I hit ‘Send’. I never wanted to send that mail, but was just pouring out everything to help me feel better. But it’s gone now. It shouldn’t have.
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After dinner that day, as Baba was about to retire to bed, the phone bell rang. After a brief one-sided conversation, Baba handed over the phone to me.
“Priya, why did you have to do this? Why didn’t you tell me earlier? Wouldn’t I have supported you in your responsibilities? Why did you do this? Why? Everything’s finalized now. A poor girl unaware of all this, is weaving dreams of a happy life with me. Her parents are excitedly arranging for the engagement and wedding ceremony. Do you think at this stage, I should get out of it?”
“Mridul! I was about to call you. We won’t be able to make it to the engagement ceremony tomorrow. When do we have to reach for the wedding? I need to make the bookings based on the dates. Convey our wishes to uncle and aunty.”
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This post is a part of Write Over the Weekend, an initiative for Indian Bloggers by BlogAdda This weekend your post should begin with, And before I knew it, I had hit ‘Send’.
Ohhhhhhh….that was a sad ending…beautiful story….!!
Yeah…it is sad.
“If only” many times over!
True.
Very heart touching story.we so often miss such opportunities of love in our lives.it really hurts to look back and realise that the dream could have been fulfilled if only we had chosen the other path.
True Swati! Often we go by our mind, when we should have actually followed our heart.
I hate it when I say no when I am dying inside to say yes. Too many of my decisions are based on what others would think instead of my own happiness. If I end up sad then I was happy for a while, but if I deny to make others happy, I am sad all the time
Your last sentence says it all Terry. In both cases someone’s sad. It’s only the intensity of pain.
We must be brave and say what we want or life will pass up by. Thanks for sharing because it’s a reminder to say yes when our heart says yes and no when our heart defines it so. Life is about risk or it’s really not worth living. I have accomplished nothing in life worth having without risk
That’s so true Linda! Life is about risk. Many a times we forget our heart and follow our mind, which not only makes us sad, but it is painful for our loved ones too to see us in pain.
This was such a nice poignant story, makes us wonder why most of us say one thing when we mean another. Social pressures, circumstances, our own insecurities, all conspire against us verbalizing our wishes, don’t they?
Beautiful post, and wonderful take on the WoW prompt.
Thanks Jairam! This happens to be the third WoW. 🙂
Okay, so I bit one nail off by the time i reached the end of the story. So sad rey Rekha! What a dilemma! Very nicely done!
Thank you Vidya! 🙂
Rekha, why did you do this to us? I was so hoping for a twist!
I had thought of skipping this WoW prompt due to Anu’s exams and suddenly yesterday eve after a small nap I wrote this within half an hour. I could have tried giving it a positive end, but that would have changed the feel too. Didn’t want to mess with it. 🙂
All endings do not have a happy end. But Rekha there is still hope and you continue this as a mini-series.
That’s a great idea Kalpana ji! 🙂
and congrats onyour 3rd WOW post.
Thank you!
Perfect story. Sad but I cannot fathom someone like Mridul acting in any other way. Sometimes, when we don’t speak up at the right time, it comes back to haunt us. Well penned, Rekha!
Thank you, Rachna!
Oh nooo !
Thats just not done 😦 I was hoping some good end
any way congos on wow
Thank you! 🙂
This happens with many a noble souls in India…don’t you feel so???
Very well written but the ending was just too sad. 😦 Perfect story! 🙂
Thank you, Priti!
Rekha, am in total awe with your writing style.Simple but beautiful.as if they are weaved from real stories.Absolutely marvelous.Who says all endings are happy. It makes fiction close to real.
Oh Anu, thank you for the kind words. I definitely prefer to keep my pieces closer to reality. I would definitely want to see reality getting closer to happiness.
Nice story. I wish both of them had more courage.
They didn’t have the courage. And possibly, they are both now living their respective lives with may be a pinch of guilt still troubling them many a times.
Such a sad end 😦 Do you think they do end up together? It isn’t over until he goes through with the wedding 🙂
That’s food for another post. 🙂 But not all love stories have happy endings…right???
Aah! That’s a sad one but very beautifully narrated. Congrats for the WoW 🙂
Now, how did I missed reading this before.
Very beautifully narrated! 🙂
Nicely narrated Rex. A very poignant piece
Thanks Sid!
Lost chances and Missed Opportunities never really come back, do they? And we have to learn to live with the results. Really nice story.
Very True Jaibala. Thanks for reading and appreciating.
Sad but nice story Rekha. I just wish they had the courage to say it and do it at the right time.