18 July 2019

An Unexpected Turn

Why did she say yes to you? Was it because you made those stupid sketches or because you wrote love stories for her?” asked my uncle.

And I couldn’t help but walk down the memory lane.

Back in 2010, when I had at last decided to woo Pallabi after trying to live without her for two long years, not knowing how to really get her attention (because I had never worked on it before, not that she was my first love, but I was too much of an egoist), I started making her sketches and writing cheesy love poems in Bengali for her.

In 2012, I moved to the same locality where she lived. And every morning I would get up and drop a good morning’ cartoon at her door. She had still not accepted me but found it cute that I would make a cartoon for her everyday.

Then I went home, for my holidays had started while she was still in Bangalore as her exams were going on. I made arrangements to drop a letter for her everyday, sometimes with a gift, or with a romantic movie in a pen drive. I also remember leaving her money for a meal and writing, in the letter with it, that it was for a date I was missing.

She accepted me in April, 2012. And a part of me thought that it worked.

Later when I asked her if she had accepted me because of those cartoons, sketches and writings, she said, Nooooo… Do you think I am that superficial?”

You are not superficial. But why did you accept me?”

You left me with no choice. You never took a no for an answer. I told you I was a bitch but it fell into deaf ears. I humiliated you, hurt you, you didn’t give a shit. For almost two long years. And after all these, I thought may be if you could deal with my darkest side, you are worth a chance… I was not in love with you when I had accepted you…”

And now?”, I asked.

And she blushed…

I didn’t even read many of your Bengali poems…,” she changed the topic. Your cartoons were OK OK though…”

And I told my uncle that no, it was not my sketches and writings that had impressed her…

Hummm… Can you control her?”, he asked. Nope”, I said and knowing him, I thought he would make fun of me now. But he didn’t…

Instead he said,“Great…you should never let her go…”


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