Showing posts with label conversation. Show all posts
Showing posts with label conversation. Show all posts

Thursday, April 24, 2014

Happiness- the nine letter word.

Tonight as I am writing this, I am letting the words flow through my fingers on my office PC. There is one of my colleagues, Mayank sitting next to my cubicle looking at the screen of his PC with earphones plugged in connected to his cell phone. I could listen to the beats of the music. We both just came from a thirty minutes tea break and I couldn’t stop myself writing what we talked about. Since there is very less work in office today, I got some spare time to write.
“Hey Aurick, do you want to go for a tea break?” Mayank asked.
“Give me a minute. I will just finish this”, I said pointing towards the screen.
“Okay, just let me know.”
We walked outside the office near to the tea stall where all the smokers were filling up their lungs with the tar. I wondered if I am the only one who remember the *Itna taar aapko bimaar…bohat bimaar krane ke liye kaafi hai*
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We ordered a cup of tea for both and started talking. One thing that I had respected him for was that he never said anything negative about anyone around ever.
“Mayank sir, do you like working in night shifts?” I tried to break the ice of silence.
“Definitely!  I feel so independent in night shifts and I should tell you that I am married”
We both laughed out loudly.
“On a serious note Aurick, I will tell you my story”, he said taking the tea cup from the tea stall vendor.
“I would love to listen it”, I responded with an excitement. Oh yes, I have never told anyone around the office that I am story writer.
“When I passed out from my college, I was placed in a call center, where I used to work more than what I was paid. In the early stage of your career, you do not know who will use you at any point for his/her own favor and give you nothing in return. I was a victim of the same. But during that time, I was happy because of her.”
“Tell me she is your wife now?” I asked out of curiosity.
“Hahaha. Let me just complete. So, I was telling you about her. I had a long seven years relationship with her. When it came to marriage thing, we knew that our parents won’t agree and with our understanding we both ended up with a happy note. My wife knows about her and this is the reason I am still happy. I got an offer from a much esteemed organization soon and I switched. I learnt things in my life every day. The only thing I regret in my life was sleeping with a girl on whom I spent one fourth of my first salary after celebrating the party of my hars earned first money. That was the only time when I was drunk that too with the company of few friends. Now, after 8 years of experience, after having two daughters in my life, I am still happy. My wife knows every single truth of my Life. I do not have any loan on me. I own a car and a large enough flat to live”, he said as I paid for the tea and we started walking back to the office
“You know Aurick, There is no happiness in earning money until and unless you are not happy. Happiness comes from one’s own home. If you stay happy in your home, you will have a good mood to work in the office as well. Of course there were so many compromises that I did in my life, but it never affected my happiness. Somehow, God showed me the right path to move ahead in life. I today earn good enough that I


Friday, April 05, 2013

An year later.


“I regret my decision of breaking up with you. Rajat was the not the man I expected him to be. Our love was at the cloud nine. I had totally fallen for him. I want to confess something in front of you that last week; Rajat took me out to dinner to a hotel where we made passionate love later that night. Just after two days he showed his true colours. He stopped answering my calls and didn't respond to any of the messages and that evening, he replied that he wants to breakup for the silly reason that he needs to focus on his career. I felt I am being used and thrown. I couldn't share this with anybody from then. I cried every night. Mohit and I are no longer friends. I recalled every mistake I did and realized that you are the man who knows how to bring me out of any of the troubles. I feel like slapping tight on Rajat’s face right now, but I can’t. Saril, I really miss who I was and what we had. I miss the fun we used to have together. I often used to think about us. I remember how we used to talk to each other every day, I miss that. I read somewhere that our heart is where it comes to the last person we think of at the night before we sleep. It’s been a year that we started the journey though I left you alone in between. I am sorry Saril”, she ended the big story she wanted to tell me.

“You are sorry? Well, I am sorry too. Sorry that you lost the one person that could love the way you deserved to be loved. I wonder what I mean to you now. I have self-respect as well."
“Saril, I know how you are feeling right now”. She leaned over my shoulder and beautifully held my hands, maybe just to make me realize her love, she continued, “If a girl like me is stupid enough to love you back after hurting you, trust me, I will never leave you again.”
“I am mature enough that I could easily forgive you. But I am not dumb enough to trust you again. I am a kind of person whom you