"Subhash, here." I answered the phone a bit irritated.

"How does it feel, now?"

First thing I hear from the other side of the phone. The voice is as old as my heart but sounds brand new. I just got home a while ago after attending a wedding all night long. I probably shouldn't have gone but I did. I was physically exhausted, and emotionally wiped out. "You know how I feel. Just got back from the wedding. You saw me there, didn't you?" I replied as calmly as I could.

"No, I did not." Her voice was firm but I could sense the tremor behind it. All I could see in that wedding was her. She felt me all the time all over her, I know that. How couldn't she?

"Were you there?, really?" Another fiery question flew at me. I did let the silence prevail this time.

"Oops, I am sorry. Who are you, again?" she questions my identity now.

"What's the point?" I sank a bit. Then, sank more and more and finally ceased to exist. Almost.

Ten years passed by. I attended many more weddings, including my own, after that fateful one. But I could never forget that wedding, and especially the phone call the next morning. I used to see her in all the brides all the time from the day one I met her a few years back. I saw her in my wife as well.

I am all alone in the basement, now. My senses completely swept off. I can feel the tears my ravaged heart pumping up streaming down. Flashbacks crashing at each other, thunderbolts of yesterdays pounding on me, and there I am abandoned. I suddenly hear some one breathing close by. Did not have enough time to wipe off the tears and recompose myself. I saw my wife dazed, and our son a bit terrified. Even if I wanted to, I could not have explained how I felt what I felt. Even if I could, I probably would have drawn a different kind of reaction from her. The kind I, perhaps, could not recognize the way I wanted to.

"The name was printed wrong on that wedding invitation, and you're the one who caused that" she used to mention in her occasional emails to me. She was correct. I had my own reasons. My reasons don't mean anything anymore. A serious accident this morning pushed her off to the history leaving a vaccum all over the place but also between the two men, the one who claimed her and the one she claimed.

Ah Deep ji! Intriguing story, indeed. Was missing your stories. I'm glad you're back. :)

Nice write up Deep, indeed nice, I am amazed with your bilingual dexterity, been a long time haven't seen you here. I am glad to see the best sajhaites gradually returning.

John

A wonderful piece :)

सबैले 'wonderful' भन्दैछ तर आफुले भने खोइ बुझ्नै सकेन, क्यारुम अब ।

LOL@gwajyo...

***** In silence ever shalt thou lie !!!!!!! ******

A friend of mine (after a Titanic Fever) used to say me repeatedly, "a woman's heart is a deep ocean of secrets," but I used to tell her then repeatedly "the human heart ...(rather)..."

I am right, I guess....!!!

Nice one Deep!

HD

चुपके चुपके रात दिन आँशु बहाना याद है,
हमको अब तक आशिकीका वो जमाना याद है।

कथा पढेर यो गजल याद आयो!
कथा र प्रस्तुती दुबै गजब छ!
:)

Birkhe bro, do you have mp3 of that song. would love to listen to it. Could you please send it to me!!

लोनली ब्रो म संग छ छन त लामो version को हो, अस्ती जोन लाई पठाउन खोज्दा attach नै भएन किन हो 10mb को छ MP3. म तपाइँलाइ पठाउने कोशिस गर्छु नि है?
तपाइँको email पाउँन त। साझाबाट File Attach गर्न मिल्दैन के गर्नु।

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Sorry है दीप जी, धागोको मुख्य धार बाट बाहिरिएकोमा :)

Birkhe bro, I have sent you an email :)

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My apology to Deep for deviating from the topic.

Deep dai,
Nice to see ya back after ages. Like someone said, the depths of your emotions are provoking. J hoss, deep dai le handigaon ko bido thamya.cha. On a unrelated topic, did u ever get a haircut at "PAPPU'S PASAL"?

Jamana ma love parya mayalu jastai
Rahechha maya yo sajhako jata tatai
Bhuleki bhanthe bilkul kin hunthyo ra
Ti afna maya thiya kina chhut.the ra!

Sathi haruma abhibadan.

deep,
Its just great. You always amaze me.
-Shiv

padhna ni padhya ho..bujhna ni khojya ho...aba dimaag bhitra chhirdaina ta ma kyaru!
sabbailey ramro bhanchhan NIKE jastai......aba ramrai hola kyara...katha aako bhanda ni manchhey aako ma khusi laagyo...prabhu ! woota swasthani ma laagya raichan ra po ta eta tira darshan nai

ma ni sajha ma ramra ramra taruni haru aa chhan bhanni halla sunera jutho mookh lindai aaaipugya chu.......

santi santi..........

Deep has told the esence of his story in the closing lines A serious accident this morning pushed her off to the history leaving a vaccum all over the place but also between the two men, the one who claimed her and the one she claimed. (out of two men one is Subash.)

Hope this helps..
-Shiv

But whats up with the invitation card? How does simp,y printing wrong name on the card cause a girl to marry some she didnt want to marry? Story's unnecessarily amazing! LOVE IT! can u explain that part, someone?

"The name was printed wrong on that wedding invitation, and you're the one who caused that" she used to mention in her occasional emails to me.

Dhoka bho taruni lai prabho...dulha bhayera aaunu parne byakti pauna bhayera aaysesi.... Yattikai print mistake bhako kaha ho ra...kathai! aba "she didn't want to marry" bhanne ta paribandama pareki lai sodhna parchha prabho!

Aba sabai afule buneko katha feri dhwar dhwar ta ke udhari bho ra...

Euta laghu: (kam chhaina ke garne?)

“Aren’t you afraid?” She asked.
I did not utter a word but my eyes must have told the story with a three-worded question “afraid of what?”
“You will go to hell.”
Well, I was already in heaven with her a few times already. And to be on the point, I, no longer, cared to go there with her anymore. The excitement of trip was converting to a routine, the route was getting increasingly easier, and the partner was always the same, who loved to tell the stories where I was the lead, and sang the song where I was the hero. I had had enough. It was time for me to move on.

Since then, (earlier) been to heaven many times with so many others, and later, been to hell too with quite a few. Now, it has been a while since I thought of visiting those high and low places I was so proficiently boast about. It has been three months since my daughter is pregnant, and the guy is yet to surface since she told him about how they were awarded for being so passionate lovers to each other. I just knew this a few days back. All I am thinking about these days is to whether destroy or worship the guy when and if he surfaces.

I cannot take it anymore. What kind of father am I, if I cannot defend my own daughter?
I took the plane without saying anything to anybody. When I reached the guy’s house, his mother had many more questions to ask. She was not done then, obviously.

“You were not afraid then, are you now?” She roared.
I gazed at tangent, and kept on doing so.

Deep,
Pondered both the pieces couple of times... and guess what i apprehended ?
'PROFUNDITY'

'A serious accident this morning pushed her off to the history leaving a vaccum all over the place but also between the two men, the one who claimed her and the one she claimed.'- Heart-rending lines.. Ahhhhhhhh!

Keep coming with your Saugaats Deep jyu!