“You are burning
yourself Eshaan, are you insane to search someone who didn’t even cared to turn
up all these years. I will suggest you to forgive and forget”; said I to Eshaan
consoling him.
“How can I?” he replied with the same monotonous stubborn
tone. This was not for the first time we were talking about this incident but I
never suggested him so seriously.
“You are still carrying it with you?” I questioned.
“Always”; he stares.
“Un believable”; I uttered surprisingly while maintaining my eye contact.
“Nikhil bhaiya this is love”
“Eshaan yeh to sabne kiya hai, but you are
playing with fire” I compliment him for his decision but I knew I should not
take his side and have to scold him like an elder brother.
“If you will find her, do you think you can tie this knot of
relation which has no roots of truth. A relation that has given you nothing
more than a 2 years wait and God knows how many sleepless nights with tears
shed on pillow”; I try conforming his commitment to this relation.
Suddenly the train whistles for its final call. We exchange hugs
and the train board for its destination. I sat on the bench on the station and
memorize my conversation with Eshaan 2 years back. Eshaan was just a guy next
door and this can be story of anyone like him. On one fine day which was
turning to be a life changer for him, he got a friend request from a girl on
facebook “Do you remember me?”
“It’s me Pari from JKFY School” another message popped up for
the unnoticed and un replied message after days.
“Who is this?” Eshaan messaged back.
Eshaan then spend whole day reading her Profile and her
timeline for her authentication, she was real and her name was first thing to
hit him. She was a JKFY schoolite. Few more messages this conversation became
more and more regular Eshaan came to know it was not her name whose meaning was
Pari but she was also an angel by her heart too.
“Can’t you use your original pic as you DP?” Eshaan messaged
her one day.
No reply came from her side and after few days she messaged “You
look way different Eshaan from what you looked when you were young”
“We grow, we change” Eshaan justified himself as he was never
a JKFY student. It was a friend request mistakenly sent to him and he do not had
courage to tell her that he was not her Eshaan. But this conversation continues
from days to weeks and then months and as the relation blossoms it shifted from
Facebook to phone by the exchange of their numbers. Regular on phone, one day
on the telephonic conversation with Pari, she said something which bore him
deep inside.
“Do you remember I used to have a deep crush on you when I
was young and that day when I gave you a poem written by me, my brother caught
us but you took my side very courageously. I eventually fell in love with you
but could never confess it. And now when I got you back in my life, I could not
hide it anymore” Eshaan could not say anything because he didn’t knew anything
about these incidents. Months passed talking over the phone and finally it was
Valentine’s Day so they decided to meet. Pari was in Delhi that time so they plan
up for Metro station, CP. But destiny has something else to show. Eshaan travelled
to CP that day and on time but she never turned up. He tried her number but helplessly
it was switched off. Even her facebook ID was deleted. Eshaan could not make
contact with Pari then after. Year passed to this incident and he tried her
number millions of times to find the reason.
This Valentines again Eshaan is going for his love will wait at
the same place, Metro Station CP carrying his poem which he wrote 2 years back and
I wish this time he may get what he desire…
Poem of my love,
Poem of my life:
Earlier I was wandering around, you settled
me down,
I was floating randomly; you bought me to
the shore
I scared to even stand, but your presence taught
me to touch the sky
From your eyes I could see the real beauty
of this world
It’s you who showed me the importance
It’s you who taught me that sky is not the
limit
I was far apart of myself, you introduced
me with my soul
It’s you who actually gave me a new
definition of friendship in my life
I tremor sometimes but you always try to turn
me like a calm sea
Things were in fuzz, but your presence made
it clear
You gave me comfort you made everything
true
Being bit philosophical, but I really
admire you baby
Yes! I admit it’s just you…
A tear rolled down my cheek. Eshaan was on the way searching
for his girl and I was break-uped long ago. I look at the sky, it was cold and
about the rain, I remember my time when I went for search of my Girl. But I
thank God coz I was lucky enough to meet with her for the last time since our
breakup but may be Eshaan is not that much lucky to meet his angel. I wipe up
my tears I had always thought if so much of effort is plunged into anything
there is always a fruitful end. But many a times I have seen failure.
“There is a request to everyone: Either
stop loving or stop hurting”
As we met for another day
“We grow, we change” Eshaan justified himself as he was never
a JKFY student. It was a friend request mistakenly sent to him and he do not had
courage to tell her that he was not her Eshaan. But this conversation continues
from days to weeks and then months and as the relation blossoms it shifted from
Facebook to phone by the exchange of their numbers. Regular on phone, one day
on the telephonic conversation with Pari, she said something which bore him
deep inside.
Yesterday morning when I had an eye to eye with my breakfast, I
washed it down coz it didn’t felt hungry but at the same time my hand moved for
this iced chocolate bar which was rather
warmer as it looked so hard. If I like it so much then why I can’t make it my
breakfast from here I came up with a new idea of “cookbook for Chocolate lovers”.
A cookbook topped with tones of calories, an updated version of typical recipes
from the period and a glimpse into the first successful chocolate dipped foods.
I Google it more for the evidences that do actually Chocolate
is the best stress buster and the myth for chocolates to be the culprit for
Diabetes and Obesity. Well I would like to put some light over it- actually it
is the sugar as one of the integrant in the processed Chocolate is the main
culprit.”My chocolate bar is Innocent”
For most of its
history, chocolate was a drink. Candies and solid bars didn't catch on until
the late 1800's, 
I've missed you greatly and sincerely apologize for my lack of communication with you for the last 2 months properly. This is not the way I wanted our relationship to turn out. But alas, I had others that were more important for you for the last while. 
