Super evening... A super evening it was. Mind boggling chain of events had taken place. Today morning, I had woken up to the worst nightmare I had ever in my life. As I got up from my bed, I wished the dream not to become a reality. With all sleep in my eyes, I got ready to my challenge of the day to finish the work. It’s really painful to get up on a Saturday at 8:30 am in the morning and go to office. As has been the case these days, we sleep late night and get up around noon the next day one can understand the agony when the alarm rings before that time. Having the breakfast and getting into the cubicle, I hoped the analysis; I had given last night to be converged. Analysis convergence issues are not new to me and as for matter, to any Finite element analysis engineer. They are part and parcel of life. Though it’s a regular affair this particular analysis was important as many things were attached to it. With lots of enthusiasm self created for a Saturday work, I checked out on the status of my run. It had converged. Wow...! What a way to start the day’s work. Getting some relief like we always get after reading a question in a question paper which we know, I got a temporary relief. Now with a sudden surge checked out my mobile. It was in silent mode and had three messages received. As I scrolled through the messages, there were two messages from Shruti and one from my mobile operator. Shruti’s message read “Happy birthday Rohit, Miss you”. What? Today is my birthday? I questioned myself checking out the calendar. It read “7th July 2013”. But its not my birthday. I could not get or understand what Keerthi’s message read. I tried reading again and again. As there was a lot of work to be completed, my mind went through the detective mode executing the work in parallel mode. Oh yes! Its birthday, but not mine. It’s her birthday. How did I forget this? We were talking last night around 8 PM. But i could not talk more than ten minutes as I had loads of work to complete. That’s why she had messaged at 12 am. I cursed myself as i sipped the tea at around 11. The office looked empty with the only living being in the floor. I wondered why i was always ending up working on weekends. More than the work we do, it’s the feeling that we have to be in office alone on Saturday is what makes us feel bad about it. Thinking that others are blessed ones, i continued my work thinking how to wish Keerthi. As I had made up my mind that evening time should be spent with keerthi, my work stared to go on jet speed. I didn’t want to call her. I thought of the day i met Keerthi first. It was the most beautiful day with lots and lots of happiness and joy. The girl who had made my life meaningful and most beautiful. As the nurse gave me the child and said “A girl”, I immediately called her keerthi- the name which i liked most. She always calls me by name and I always liked that. As shruti had gone to her mother’s place, I had live this bachelor life and in the process forgotten the most beautiful day. My dream had happened. I recollected keerthi crying and crying and i was helpless. I could sense something was wrong. As a dream usually we have and forget some things, I was not getting a full picture of it. My work got completed and with lots of joy on seeing the beautiful girl, I tried getting the best dress and best collections of gifts for my angel. Finally went and called her on shruti’s mobile. As she came running and I lifted her, I kissed her and when i said her “Happy birthday dear”, it started to rain. It was indeed a beautiful evening. ---- Laks...
Posted on: Sat, 06 Jul 2013 14:19:50 +0000