Life Is Beautiful - 12

The victory smiles, shouting gestures and happy time were just short lived. The success story ended in such a short span when I just read it properly – it was the ‘mailer demon’ notification. I could not find any reasons why her mail id was invalid. I felt some typo error would have occurred and just checked it with the diary which perfectly matched the address what I sent.

“May be she is yet to create that mail id. All she wanted is just to fill that diary when and where I missed her. I just want to do that!” I copied the whole of what I have typed last night into the diary’s first page (what else engineers do other than this!! ;)). It was quite easy task for the first day as I had a topic ‘New Year’ to write about. But for the very next day, I could not find anything to write about.

Later, I found an idea to write about what all the things I wanted to share with her. I wanted to say about my mom, dad, friends and my Aaradhana. The usage of ‘my’ for only one among all was little one-sided (no pun here too! :P)  but I couldn’t help it though. It was a one page story for my mom and dad, a few pages for my friends and I took till June to complete writing about Aaradhana (God Must Be Crazy Series! :P). That was the only work I did in the months holiday.

The final year of my college commenced. The class had many people of the same kind – don’t care whatever happens, some peculiar people – who want to work for the placements and one most peculiar guy – who wants nothing other than having a conversation with Priya. He talked hours but never with a reason nor with a cause. Every one sighed a bit with the ever changing behaviour but still the awkward of all.

A girl has lot more than what we call attitude while talking to a guy. Classroom chit chats – it’s I know you attitude, online chatting – ‘he looks cool’ attitude, messaging – ‘confusion’ attitude, call – ‘confirm’ attitude. I knew her mobile number but I never got the courage to text her. We were long lasted in ‘he looks cool’ part but it turned to ‘confusion’ when I just took my mobile nearing the fag end of my VII semester.

My first message “Hi… this is Balakumaran. Hope you know ;)” I was pretty confident that she will never mistake me and was waiting for a reply for more than an hour. It felt like a day for me waiting for just an hour. It may be coz of any reason, no balance, no booster, mom took that with her, mobile was in charging, my keypad was faulty, dint notice your message and so on! I wonder how girls have their own reasons when they don’t reply.

I really don’t want to reply for my message appropriately but could at least say any one of the branded ‘girl’ reasons! I dint talk to her in college and she was not interested either. She was normal and she acted as if nothing special has happened. “Did her dad saw my message?” Nothing was wrong in that message and why should I really worry. We both were very good friends and she was a kind of girl who would have shared everything with her mom and dad.

With all those thoughts I could never sleep off. I even prepared myself to speak her the next morning about the message what I sent. It was nearly early morning when I succeeded to sleep. Within two little hours my sleep was disturbed with a thought and I just checked the time in my mobile which showed 5.47 AM. Thinking of the regular day again with 13 more minutes of sleep, I checked my inbox which had 14 unread messages. “The twitter guys and Google guys never sleep” I sighed and marked all to be read. When I just tried to get up from my bed, my mobile blinked again with ‘1 message received’. It was from an unknown number.

“Hi… Good Morning.

I have changed my SIM. Don’t text to my old number. This is my new number.

Have a great day :)!”

-Aaradhana

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