AN UNEXPECTED ENCOUNTER – III

13 years ago, I was in love. I adored him. But, he broke my my heart. No, he didn’t cheat on me. He deceived me. Well, more than a decade has gone by. And, I’m no longer as  hurt as I was then. Perhaps I was too naive to read beyond the face!

 Of late someone has made me realise that its worth to turn over a new leaf. That someone for whom my heart skips a beat is always in my thoughts. I’m afraid . . . I guess I’m falling for him! But, wait . . . once bitten twice shy. Should I give wings to my feelings? Or should I just nip them off? Ummm . . . unable to decide . . .

Tempted to let my guard loose. But, holding myself back. Too many ‘what ifs’ echoing in my ears. Should I give love a second chance in my life? Should I unchain my chained heart? Or should I tighten the shackles not to let myself break free?

Is it love that’s beckoning me? Or a mere illusion that I’m falling prey to? I fail to comprehend. All I know is that my heart is on him. Something within, tells me I won’t be disappointed this time.

‘To be or not to be’, wrote Shakespeare. The same I sigh today!”

This had been Radha’s short blog of the evening. As soon as she hit the Publish button, she felt a bit foolish. After all, how and why did she make her feelings and dilemma public? Did she expect the thousands of strangers who were merely followers of her blogs to influence her life’s decision? Was that what she wanted?

Not exactly . . .

She wanted that one reply – that one voice to influence her decision. How and when she had allowed this person to have a say in her life, she herself didn’t know. Just that she longed for either a nod of approval or a nay of disapproval from him.

Radha woke up to the repeated blaring rings of her door bell. One glance at the cuckoo clock on the wall and she leaped from her bed, a squeal escaping her throat. It was 8 A.M.!!! She ran to open the door to her maid who was understandably irritable as she had come twice already at 6 A.M. and again at 6:45 A.M. – her usual timings on Radha’s working days and holidays respectively. And now, she rang the door bell on her way back from her second work, to just check if all was well. Else, she was determined to call on the police.

Thanks, Ambika . . . thank you”, said Radha and banged the door on her maid’s face as she rushed to the bathroom to freshen up.

Out there, Ambika twitched her face voluntarily and stomped away muttering to herself.

Radha reported for work at 9:30 A.M. every day without fail. She was the first to enter the office building as the work hour started only at 10 A.M. Nobody knew Radha to be late for work ever. And today, her records were going to be broken. There was no way in which she  would reach before 10 A.M. that day! The Mumbai traffic was not expected to have mercy on her.

As she scurried down the stairs of her apartment at 8:30 that morning, having skipped her breakfast and leaving her bed unmade, no thoughts of the previous night made their foray into her mind. Not even when she found Vansh waiting in his car near her apartment, to give her a ride to office that morning. “This would save you from the overcrowded local trains”, he had said. She found no words coming from her mouth, save her hand opening the car door to let herself in. All she could think was to reach office on time at least, if not before. Vansh was Radha’s colleague from another department in the same office. Both knew each other only by the exchange of pleasantries on occasional official meetings or if they happened to pass by each other in the corridor, save for one discussion that they had had along with a group of other colleagues when Radha was animatedly talking about an upcoming mall near her apartment.

Relax”, said Vansh. “I’m the one driving. Your tension cannot make you reach office in a jiffy. You have to rely on me as I wade through the traffic. So, just sit back and rest your mind and body.”

Ah! Well . . . I woke up so very late today and that messed up everything”, whispered Radha calming her breaths while breaking into a faint pleading smile as if she was expected to explain herself.

Suddenly, she realized how unthinkably she had jumped into Vansh’s car a few minutes back. By the way, what was Vansh doing near her apartment? Surely, he couldn’t be passing that way! She very well knew that he lived in the other end of Mumbai. So, what exactly was he doing near her apartment at that time?

Intending to enquire of his detour, she started, “Vansh, what . . .” 

Didn’t sleep well last night?”, her words were drowned by his deep husky voice.

Yes . . . ummm . . .” and soon the events of the previous evening came flooding into her mind.

Advertisements

21 thoughts on “AN UNEXPECTED ENCOUNTER – III

  1. Give your feelings wings to fly…

    Nothing like the feeling of being in love 🥰…

    Love is the greatest joy in life..

    So don’t short change yourself of experiencing any truly enjoying this wonderful joy…

    No matter how much times our heart have been broken..( it’s the sweetest hurt there is)….

    You just have to move on to your next adventurous love…
    Each one is so special in their own way..

    So please let go of this hurt 😢 you have been hanging on to..

    And let Love in.. and enjoy 😊 this most phenomenal and profound joy that this life offers..

    Go for it..

    You’ll be glad to have

    Liked by 1 person

    1. Ms. Nita, this is a series that we all are writing. I think you would love to look at it from the beginning. Check on the Story Relay section and search for “An Unexpected Encounter” and you will find the whole block. This is not a personal story but fictitious.

      Liked by 1 person

    2. Thanks for reading the piece 🙂 And, I can’t stop myself from appreciating your thoughtful reply articulated so beautifully. But yes, this is a fictional story relay of which I’ve written just a part.
      Hope you’ll follow the story till the end to know how it would turn out!

      Liked by 1 person

  2. This is how a story relay should be and you did justice to it, Rajnandini. A writer always loves to give a complete account of everything he or she knows or imagines about the plot he or she has thought about but a Story Relay always tests a writers patience because it has limited scope to open up everything in that particular episode or part. A Story Relay always teaches – how to extend the baton to the next writer as it happens in a Relay Race.

    Great job!

    Liked by 2 people

Your valuable feedback please...

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.