It was a
bright full-moon. I was sitting in a corner of Gandhi Park. Like every day
there were so many couples sitting around. A
gust of cool breeze whispered something in my ear. I reminded some old
memories. The memories of last year.
It was the
last day of our college life. We completed 4 years of engineering. Everyone was
quite excited. The joy of finishing studies and the grief of missing friends.
To make these last moments memorable our juniors had organized a farewell
party. Lot many arrangements were done to make it special. Co-incidentally it
was the birthday of Marichika. She invited all of us to Gandhi Park for her birthday
party in the evening.
Marichika was
my classmate, her roll number was closer to mine. Hence there was a proximity
between us. Later on this turned to my weakness towards her. I could not resist
her absence. I was feeling jealous when she was talking to other boys. My
friends were aware of this and they were not leaving a single chance to tease
me.
I thought, I
ll tell her everything about my feelings when I ll meet her in the evening.
Here after I may not get this chance. Gathering all my courage I wrote my first
love letter.
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Marichika,
In
the last 4 years of engineering, I got you as my best friend. But today when I
am thinking, you ll go away.. I … I am…, I am unable express how I am feeling.
I can’t even think of a single moment staying away from you. Knowingly or
unknowingly I have fell in love with you.
If
you are river, I ll be your sea. If you are moon, I ll be your fortnight.
Please accept me.
If
you are agreeing to me, just look at this full-moon and draw a beautiful smile
on your face. I ll get the reflection of your feeling from the moon. And
that will be the most beautiful full-moon of my life.
Waiting
for your answer,
-Subrat
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Even though I
had written letter, there was a unknown fear, in a corner of my heart, stopping
me.
In the evening
I reached Gandhi park. In a white salwar she was looking like an angel from
moon came down to earth just for me. My heart started beating in double speed.
She was very happy. I dint wanted to break her smile. So I stopped myself.
Party finished. Everyone returned.
The next
morning … It was time to leave the city. Marichika was also leaving. She called
me and asked to come to railway station. I was very happy. Lot many thoughts
were making my mind restless. I decided, at any cost I ll give her the letter
this time.
I reached the
station. I met one of my friends. He was also going. I told him everything. He
looked a little serious. After standing silent for some time he spoke: Subrat,
don’t feel bad but I heard, her parents had fixed her marriage. And they were
just waiting for her studies to be finished. I felt like earth was shrinking
below my foot. My brain stopped working. I could hardly think anything. In
harassment I sat on the floor. I thought there is no point in telling her about
my feelings any more. She can neither accept me nor can she lead a happy life
there. Let my love, my pain be with me. I ll not share it with her.
It was time
for the train to leave. Marichika was looking at the platform eagerly from her
window. I was just watching it like a silent monument, with my heavy heart. I
could not dare to come in front of her at least to bid her a Good bye. Train
left. Marichika too. Left was me and my wet eyes. I came back. I changed my
Phone number so that she could not reach me. I tried hard to forget her,but I
was unsuccessful. This way one year got completed.
Two days back,
I got a parcel in post. When I opened it, there was no limit to my happiness.
It was sent by Marichika. There was a letter and a friendship band.
Letter:
Know
subrat ? even though we seize our lips our eyes speak everything. I have seen
love for me in your eyes. I know you can never speak it out. So I am only doing
it.
I
love you,subrat. My life is incomplete without you.
-yours
Marichika
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Two
drops of tear came out of my eye. The tears of happiness. I was dancing out of
rejoice. By that time, I understood that, she called me to station to give this
letter only. I am an idiot.
I called to
her old number. After 3 complete ring somebody picked up.
I shouted in
excitement : Marichika !!!!
From the other
side I got a reply : sorry,
I am doctor Rajat sinha. That lady met an car accident and lost her life on the
way to hospital.
I was shocked.
I felt like something is choking in my throat. I could hardly breathe. After a
few minutes of silence I asked,
-“then,
that parcel ?”
-oh.
She was holding that parcel in her last time. I thought that might be any
confidential letter. So I posted it by a nurse. We have informed her family
members. They may reach here by today evening.
I kept the
phone and cried a lot putting the letter in my chest. I was searching the
glimpse of her smile in the full moon. Now she left me alone here and went to
that world forever. The world of stars and moon.
Today also
it’s a full-moon. Sitting in the same Gandhi park I am searching her among the
stars and moon. If someday you find my Marichika then please inform me.
-guptes.star@gmail.com
-Written By
Gupteswar
Mahapatro
