"I'm sick and tired of doing this same shit all the time" I grumbled.
Though these kind of thoughts flash in my mind at times, the real fact was, I really loved this job. I closed my eyes, to relax a bit and concentrate on my work. But it worked the other way. Instead of taking my concentration back to my work, it made me visualize her. The inner layer of my eyelid became a screen for my eye ball to picture her. From that instance, I lost myself.
I opened my eyes on hearing some repeated 'thud' sound on the table. It was her, who was screened in my inner layer of the eyelid. I was flabbergasted.
"Are you thinking of me?" She questioned.
"Of course not" I mouthed before my brain got activated for any reply.
"Don't lie" she replied as if she was in my closed-eye sitting aside my eye ball and watched the screen.
"Why should I lie?" I questioned her back with a stubborn look on my face, though my mind wanted to say her like, who else will I think of other than you? But it was late by few seconds. So, I couldn't change my words.
"Who knows?" she said and sat in the chair next to me.
I looked deep into her eyes to check whether any screen was there showing my face in it. Obviously, I didn't find any, for she was not as dumb or jerky as me. What else will you call a guy who wasted his chances galore of proposing his love when he had spent several days all alone with her – a jerk, right? So will I.
"Why are you calling yourself a jerk?" she queried as if she was reading my mind like an open book.
I was marked with surprise. But without revealing that, I replied, "how will you call a person who had failed to propose a girl whom he love deeply albeit he had several chances and had no hurdles other than facing her?"
"A jerk, plausibly," she said in a hurry.
"So am I," I replied tardily.
"Hmm... so who was the girl and how did you miss it?" she put forth an obvious question.
But I was still a fool for I couldn't reply her “YOU” for her first question. But somehow I managed to answer her second question.
"It was a month ago when only we both were asked to work from our old office for few days. No other colleagues were with us. We spent almost 9 hours every day together. Everyday when I started from home, I decided to propose her that day. But couldn't. At last, on the final day, I made up my mind to face whatever the consequence that may happen as a result of proposing her." I stopped to see her face clearly.
She sat still.
"To this day I remember the date precisely, it was July 7th. Before I saw her, I was badly in a mood to propose her as soon as I see her. I was wise till the moment I saw her. She waved her hand from the door as soon as she saw me. I became a fool again." I stopped and looked at her again.
She sat still. There was no change in her position. I didn't care, and I continued.
"I, being a fool, continued to work, work and work for the rest of the day. As the day was nearing its end, I thought of proposing her on our way back to home after getting rid of the tiresome work. The work was over. We both walked towards the gate. On the way, instead of thinking how to propose her, I thought of proposing her when I give lift to her till the bus stop. Unfortunately, she preferred spending 30 bucks for the auto to my bike. I didn't know whom to blame, either the god for making the day worse or my lead for making the day hectic. However, I just thanked them as they had created those 5 days for me. I was content for spending those five days with her." I stopped again to check her for she would show some kind of reaction by now.
"Oops, so sad..." at last she showed pity on me. I was happy as she paid attention for these words at least.
"You are yet to answer my first question," she was active in knowing about it. But I was wise this time to answer in a different way.
"That's not an issue now. All I want is to propose her before or, in a worst case, on her birthday," I said.
"Cool, so something was going in your mind then. I think I disturbed you unnecessarily. Sorry about that," she gestured her desire to leave.
"Nope, never mind," I answered in a way to keep her near me. As I was satisfied to say my love to her that way.
"Hmmm," she nodded.
"All I was thinking about was how to do it before her birthday," I said to her.
"It will be better to propose her on her birthday rather than doing it before. By the way when is her birthday?" she questioned again.
One of the major mistakes God did when creating woman was that he placed some kind of stuff in their brain which makes them ask questions repeatedly. Questioning someone is dead easy, but answering someone is, like, hell. Someone has to make them understand this.
"Next week," I said.
"Cool. Even mine falls next week," she smirked.
Idiot, even the date is also exactly the same, for no individual can have two different birth dates, I wanted to say her. But all I could do was to say that to myself.
"So, what have you decided?" a question again.
"About what?" I tackled her with a question this time .
"About how and where to propose her," she answered for the first time.
"Nothing is finalized yet. All I can say is I won't propose her straight away," I said.
"What? Are you crazy? Are you going to be a fool again?" questions again.
"Nope, I won't be that bad. I have decided to showcase my love for her and only to her through my gift for her. I have decided the gift too. I'm sure, on seeing it, she will, in one way or the other, ask me about it," I said in a low tone.
"Brave decision. But why are you saying it in a dull voice?" she questioned again. I bet women only have the capacity of constructing a simple sentence into an interrogative question.
"I searched for that particular gift for the past two days in almost all leading outlets, but couldn't find one. I am upset because of that only," I replied her.
"Oops, that's not good. What's the gift you were looking for?" she questioned.
"I won't say to you now. I will give it straight to her one day whenever I get it. Hopefully, as per the shopkeeper's words, I may get it in another two weeks," I answered.
"So, what are you going to do? Thought of any alternative?" it was her.
"What else can I do other than writing to her?" I put forth my opinion.
"Hmm... That’s a better idea, if not the best. But make sure that it shouldn't be an ordinary one. I mean, it should empathize your feelings without revealing it directly as you preferred."
"Yeah, what you say is correct. I had already decided on that too," I replied quickly.
"That sounds great. So, you are trying not to be a fool again," She said.
"Maybe," I shrugged.
"What's your plan?"
"I had already opened my heart in my diary. I had penned a complete account of why and how did I fall for her. I have planned to give my cupboard key to her on her birthday, which contains my diary," I paused.
"Are you going to say her that you have placed the diary in the cupboard and ask her to open it by herself? Instead, I would prefer you to hand it to her all by yourself," she said in a hurry.
"Come on, I'm a bit better than good. All i'm going to do is to drop her a mail saying indirectly about the diary. I guess she is smart enough to figure it out. Let her look into it and get back to me," I explained her.
"This sounds better too," she smiled.
"The only concern is that I'm afraid of the consequence that would follow if someone else sees them. I mean both the mail and the content in the diary. I'm actually worried about it," I put my concern in front of her.
"Suggest her that she should open the cupboard on her own without the knowledge of others," she tried to encourage me.
"Even then, if something....."
"You don't have faith in her, do you?" she intervened before I had completed my words.
"No, it's not like that. How can I love her without having faith in her. I trust her, completely," I elucidated.
I closed my eyes again. I don't know what she thinks of me and I don't know what I mean to her. All I know is every time I think of her, all I want to do is be with her, always, I said to myself.
I opened my eyes. She, who sat next to me and gave some valid suggestions was not there. I looked around. She was no where in the cabin. I moved my eyes towards the door, she was entering in. As she reached my place, I questioned her, "When did you leave this place?"
"What? Are you in a dream or something? I'm just entering office now," she said with an excitement.
"Oh, sorry. I was just kidding. You carry on," somehow I managed to avoid any further questions from her.
It took few minutes for me to figure out that whom I was chatting few minutes before was nothing but my imagination. I smiled myself at my illusion.
I rolled my chair towards my system. I saw her again, this time in the monitor. She questioned again, "Could you please say the content of that diary in a single line. I badly want to know about it."
After few seconds, I said, "It would suggest that- my love for you may not sound extraordinary, but at the same time, it's not ordinary either."
"Well, one last question," she pleaded.
"What again?" I asked.
"Could you say me what gift you thought of giving her first, please?" she asked softly.
Without answering the delusional figure, I closed my eyes and said in a mute tone, "Anything for you ma'am."
"Sorry, What do you mean by that?" she queried again.
"Anything for you ma'am," I replied again, and continued to myself on seeing her puzzled face, "You will come to know about it in a couple of weeks, hopefully."
Though these kind of thoughts flash in my mind at times, the real fact was, I really loved this job. I closed my eyes, to relax a bit and concentrate on my work. But it worked the other way. Instead of taking my concentration back to my work, it made me visualize her. The inner layer of my eyelid became a screen for my eye ball to picture her. From that instance, I lost myself.
I opened my eyes on hearing some repeated 'thud' sound on the table. It was her, who was screened in my inner layer of the eyelid. I was flabbergasted.
"Are you thinking of me?" She questioned.
"Of course not" I mouthed before my brain got activated for any reply.
"Don't lie" she replied as if she was in my closed-eye sitting aside my eye ball and watched the screen.
"Why should I lie?" I questioned her back with a stubborn look on my face, though my mind wanted to say her like, who else will I think of other than you? But it was late by few seconds. So, I couldn't change my words.
"Who knows?" she said and sat in the chair next to me.
I looked deep into her eyes to check whether any screen was there showing my face in it. Obviously, I didn't find any, for she was not as dumb or jerky as me. What else will you call a guy who wasted his chances galore of proposing his love when he had spent several days all alone with her – a jerk, right? So will I.
"Why are you calling yourself a jerk?" she queried as if she was reading my mind like an open book.
I was marked with surprise. But without revealing that, I replied, "how will you call a person who had failed to propose a girl whom he love deeply albeit he had several chances and had no hurdles other than facing her?"
"A jerk, plausibly," she said in a hurry.
"So am I," I replied tardily.
"Hmm... so who was the girl and how did you miss it?" she put forth an obvious question.
But I was still a fool for I couldn't reply her “YOU” for her first question. But somehow I managed to answer her second question.
"It was a month ago when only we both were asked to work from our old office for few days. No other colleagues were with us. We spent almost 9 hours every day together. Everyday when I started from home, I decided to propose her that day. But couldn't. At last, on the final day, I made up my mind to face whatever the consequence that may happen as a result of proposing her." I stopped to see her face clearly.
She sat still.
"To this day I remember the date precisely, it was July 7th. Before I saw her, I was badly in a mood to propose her as soon as I see her. I was wise till the moment I saw her. She waved her hand from the door as soon as she saw me. I became a fool again." I stopped and looked at her again.
She sat still. There was no change in her position. I didn't care, and I continued.
"I, being a fool, continued to work, work and work for the rest of the day. As the day was nearing its end, I thought of proposing her on our way back to home after getting rid of the tiresome work. The work was over. We both walked towards the gate. On the way, instead of thinking how to propose her, I thought of proposing her when I give lift to her till the bus stop. Unfortunately, she preferred spending 30 bucks for the auto to my bike. I didn't know whom to blame, either the god for making the day worse or my lead for making the day hectic. However, I just thanked them as they had created those 5 days for me. I was content for spending those five days with her." I stopped again to check her for she would show some kind of reaction by now.
"Oops, so sad..." at last she showed pity on me. I was happy as she paid attention for these words at least.
"You are yet to answer my first question," she was active in knowing about it. But I was wise this time to answer in a different way.
"That's not an issue now. All I want is to propose her before or, in a worst case, on her birthday," I said.
"Cool, so something was going in your mind then. I think I disturbed you unnecessarily. Sorry about that," she gestured her desire to leave.
"Nope, never mind," I answered in a way to keep her near me. As I was satisfied to say my love to her that way.
"Hmmm," she nodded.
"All I was thinking about was how to do it before her birthday," I said to her.
"It will be better to propose her on her birthday rather than doing it before. By the way when is her birthday?" she questioned again.
One of the major mistakes God did when creating woman was that he placed some kind of stuff in their brain which makes them ask questions repeatedly. Questioning someone is dead easy, but answering someone is, like, hell. Someone has to make them understand this.
"Next week," I said.
"Cool. Even mine falls next week," she smirked.
Idiot, even the date is also exactly the same, for no individual can have two different birth dates, I wanted to say her. But all I could do was to say that to myself.
"So, what have you decided?" a question again.
"About what?" I tackled her with a question this time .
"About how and where to propose her," she answered for the first time.
"Nothing is finalized yet. All I can say is I won't propose her straight away," I said.
"What? Are you crazy? Are you going to be a fool again?" questions again.
"Nope, I won't be that bad. I have decided to showcase my love for her and only to her through my gift for her. I have decided the gift too. I'm sure, on seeing it, she will, in one way or the other, ask me about it," I said in a low tone.
"Brave decision. But why are you saying it in a dull voice?" she questioned again. I bet women only have the capacity of constructing a simple sentence into an interrogative question.
"I searched for that particular gift for the past two days in almost all leading outlets, but couldn't find one. I am upset because of that only," I replied her.
"Oops, that's not good. What's the gift you were looking for?" she questioned.
"I won't say to you now. I will give it straight to her one day whenever I get it. Hopefully, as per the shopkeeper's words, I may get it in another two weeks," I answered.
"So, what are you going to do? Thought of any alternative?" it was her.
"What else can I do other than writing to her?" I put forth my opinion.
"Hmm... That’s a better idea, if not the best. But make sure that it shouldn't be an ordinary one. I mean, it should empathize your feelings without revealing it directly as you preferred."
"Yeah, what you say is correct. I had already decided on that too," I replied quickly.
"That sounds great. So, you are trying not to be a fool again," She said.
"Maybe," I shrugged.
"What's your plan?"
"I had already opened my heart in my diary. I had penned a complete account of why and how did I fall for her. I have planned to give my cupboard key to her on her birthday, which contains my diary," I paused.
"Are you going to say her that you have placed the diary in the cupboard and ask her to open it by herself? Instead, I would prefer you to hand it to her all by yourself," she said in a hurry.
"Come on, I'm a bit better than good. All i'm going to do is to drop her a mail saying indirectly about the diary. I guess she is smart enough to figure it out. Let her look into it and get back to me," I explained her.
"This sounds better too," she smiled.
"The only concern is that I'm afraid of the consequence that would follow if someone else sees them. I mean both the mail and the content in the diary. I'm actually worried about it," I put my concern in front of her.
"Suggest her that she should open the cupboard on her own without the knowledge of others," she tried to encourage me.
"Even then, if something....."
"You don't have faith in her, do you?" she intervened before I had completed my words.
"No, it's not like that. How can I love her without having faith in her. I trust her, completely," I elucidated.
I closed my eyes again. I don't know what she thinks of me and I don't know what I mean to her. All I know is every time I think of her, all I want to do is be with her, always, I said to myself.
I opened my eyes. She, who sat next to me and gave some valid suggestions was not there. I looked around. She was no where in the cabin. I moved my eyes towards the door, she was entering in. As she reached my place, I questioned her, "When did you leave this place?"
"What? Are you in a dream or something? I'm just entering office now," she said with an excitement.
"Oh, sorry. I was just kidding. You carry on," somehow I managed to avoid any further questions from her.
It took few minutes for me to figure out that whom I was chatting few minutes before was nothing but my imagination. I smiled myself at my illusion.
I rolled my chair towards my system. I saw her again, this time in the monitor. She questioned again, "Could you please say the content of that diary in a single line. I badly want to know about it."
After few seconds, I said, "It would suggest that- my love for you may not sound extraordinary, but at the same time, it's not ordinary either."
"Well, one last question," she pleaded.
"What again?" I asked.
"Could you say me what gift you thought of giving her first, please?" she asked softly.
Without answering the delusional figure, I closed my eyes and said in a mute tone, "Anything for you ma'am."
"Sorry, What do you mean by that?" she queried again.
"Anything for you ma'am," I replied again, and continued to myself on seeing her puzzled face, "You will come to know about it in a couple of weeks, hopefully."
