The missing piece (Part I)

Well, I have been mulling over this for quite some time.. wanting to write about this and get it off. I mentioned about an incident which eliminated my memories and took everything away?? Well the time has come.. There is a quote i saw recently which goes “You are over it, when you can joke about it”. So well i need to be over it and hence I tell you not a story.. but The Story...

Way back in 2007, when i was recovering from the accident which took away my sub-dream, I got so bored with sitting at home and doing nothing that, I decided to go and work at a call center. So i attended the interview. I cleared the language interview without much hassles and then it was time for the technical interview. So while myself and my new found friends there at the company were waiting for the interview (did i forget to mention, that by this time, i was already helping others with the computer doubts?) the door opened and SHE walked in. I can still remember that day so vividly. Her salwar was loose, with the dupatta hung in brilliant symmetry in front of her, and the way the ends of it flowed when she walked. I was wonderstruck by the grace, such was it that I felt as if she was floating (yes, i was so frozen in time that i could not even reason to myself that antigravity drives were not invented at that point). I silently whispered a prayer asking god to put her in my batch. God listened and even went the extra mile for me. She too had to attend the tech interview with us or rather with me. The moment she sat near me, i recognized the confused look in her face. I quietly thanked Charles Babbage for making computers and of course, for making it hard for normal people to understand. She had doubts and tonz of them too. I patiently waited for her to ask someone and for that someone to direct her to me. The probability of that happening was so tilted to me that it happened within the next 10 minutes. Again that confused, piteous look on her face when she approached me told me that I am desperately in love with her. Her smile was so captivating that I literally stammered when she asked the most stupid doubt ever. I prayed to get through the interview, not for me but for her. Again god listened and once again he went the extra mile and she was put in my batch.

Evening came, she was supposed to be provided accommodation by the company. I hung around so that i could help her again. God once again played his part, she was to stay at an apartment near to my home, so I offered to help her get there along with a couple of other girls and my friend. On the way there, i got her the first thing, I brought her a Shawarma from my favourite Place. I could swear i felt us connecting. There was a steady wavelength match between us. We were ‘clicking’ at lot of points. At around 6 in the evening we dropped her at her place and left. The first thing i remember doing after reaching home, is pestering my best friend Savi to come online and i sent her this chat:-

NJ: Da, I think i am in Love...
Savi: What??? When?
NJ: today. There is this girl in the company i saw. I don’t know what happened but i know i am desperately in love with her.
Savi: are you mad? just like that?
NJ: Yes.. i know love at first sight is crap but... I am serious...

.... and it went on with me boring the hell out of her with the minutest of details of the dimples on her one cheek, the way she casually dragged her feet when she walked, the way her eyes glistened when she smiled etc.. Being a true friend I think she signed off in between coz she got too bored... hmmm....

Well Next day, i was one of the first to reach the office. She came too. The office people wanted a couple of passport photos for the bank accounts and stuff. I did not have any. So i was about to go out to get them when she offered to come with me. So we went on our first unofficial Date, to Arun’s Studio to take a passport size photo of me. We Walked... slowly... I walked one step behind her so that i could take in every single step she took, i loved the way she loitered around something when it caught her eye, i loved it when she kept blabbering about totally unrelated things, I loved it when she noticed that i was trailing behind and she would turn around, tossing her hair back, gesturing with her lips asking what happened.. I loved... everything. It was dreamy, hazy and slow... The world had ceased to exist for me, there were no more people, no vehicles, nothing which remained. I knew i would never get bored or tired of watching her... But as they say dreams are not meant to last...

Later that day, she told me she has to make a call. I offered her my phone (Yes, its true, she did not have a cell phone). Once over, i casually asked her if it was her dad, she told me NO. Brother? NO, Mother? NO.. Friend? Err... Yes. Oh ok... wait a second.. i recognized that look and tone.. It couldn’t be true.. She used the exact characteristic of a girl who has a boyfriend but does not want to reveal it or is ashamed/shy to say it. Before i could murmur my silent prayer she broke the silence “I cant lie to you.. its by boyfriend...”.. I was injured, my mind bled. Had she any idea of human anatomy and psychology, she would have recognized it spot on. The pupil dilation, the increased breathing, the “wipe imaginary sweat off face” gesture... My dreams had crashed even before it could take off. All i could do was smile... I tugged and struggled to end the day. That night, once again i pestered savi Online. There was nothing she could say, infact nothing anyone could say. It was the same old “don’t worry, it will be alright”...

That night i wanted to cry out loud but my eyes refused to shed tears. My mind and my logic system screamed “she was not meant to be yours.. you don’t deserve her at all...”

IF ONLY I HAD LISTENED......

(To be continued).
-Ninja-