Sunday, April 11, 2010

Better Left Unsaid

Strange are the ways of Love.

The first thing she noticed was that he did not brush his teeth. He was somewhat fat, somewhat lazy and enigmatically interesting. She had known him for three months; and she hadn’t in real sense. They were put together in a group of ten that went together on ‘Bharat Darshan’ and that was when their journey began.

Bharat Darshan is a two months tour in which bureaucrats are sent to discover India. At the end of the journey, discoveries are not confined only to ‘India’. It is an experience in itself and two months of continuous journey bring out the best and worst in all. Ten people who are randomly put in that group often end up as best of friends; and in some other cases avoid each other for lifetime.

So their journey started along with that group. There was something that pulled them together. Both of them lacked enthusiasm that new tourists have, both of them had a flair for cards and both of them were loners. One thing led to another and soon they realized that there is something that binds them together.

Nothing in this world is more beautiful than falling in love and you cannot appreciate this as long as you experience it. They carved a world out of themselves and they talked about anything and everything. When you fall in love you realize that there is so much you have to talk about. There is nothing that is stupid; there is nothing out of bounds.

They were away from their friends and families, away from their ‘roles’ and there was nothing else that mattered. But then, all good things come to an end!

Many relations are best left undefined and same was true probably for this case. The problem started when they tried to name their relationship. It was the last day of their journey and boy proposed the girl.

She denied that she was in love with him; she also denied she was ever in. In fact her marriage was settled and she had known that boy from last five years. It was going to be a love cum arranged marriage and she was prepared for it. Her eyes were dry and plain and this was not the girl he had known.

It is difficult to understand women but the men never mind trying. He tried to argue, he tried to convince but somehow she had made her decision. She was not ready to take on the world and defy her social role.

From some distant corner they heard a song being played:

मेरा कुछ सामान तुम्हारे पास पड़ा है,
सावन के कुछ भीगे भीगे दिन रखे हैं
और तुम्हारे ख़त में लिपटी रात पड़ी है,
वो रात बुझा दो, मेरा वो सामान लौटा दो.

Many things were left unsaid and for the last time in their life they hugged and cried together. Bharat Darshan had come to its end and so had their relationship.

11 comments:

Anonymous said...

Kahani mein kahi apne aap ko dekha...theek aisa to nahi, lekin kuch aisa hi hua "shayad" mere saath...khair ab to waqt aur halaat bahut badal chuke hain....thanks for the piece...you write well.

rahul kumar jha said...

Nice and tersely put......could have
elaborated a little .....anyways ,is this
fiction?

Anonymous said...

hi anurag...thanks once again partner... i owe you one,,

Just Simple said...

@Anonymous: Thanks :)

@Rahul: I am a novice writer so anything I write is intensely motivated from real life :P

@Anonymous: Not required, I love writing blogs and I too owe to people who provide me something to write on :)

Anonymous said...

Title is inappropriate for nothing was left unsaid in this story. The boy was sensible enough to not only propose to the girl but also made efforts to convince her. I wish there were more such gallant men around and less manipulative women like the one in this story....

Karthik said...

Nice story. What about the boy's social life. He didn't have a girl he was planning to marry from Grade 11 :)?

vikram singh said...

first time I felt as if I shouldn't have read this post!...then I open my Inbox and read something....and a smile passes in my head...these experiences are something which no college teaches except life itself :)

juhi said...

hi anurag! very well written, as always... your writing is very balanced and objective...dispassionate...all adjectives meant in a good way :) ... many people would like their life experiences narrated by you.. to feel some kind of closure, i guess..

Yuvraj Sharma said...

Lovely writing, a real soul touching. I am sure those two will treasure it in their heart for forever.

Keep writing Bravo !

Nikhil Bhaskar said...

wow!!! sir, this one's really moving

Cosmic Voices said...

Side-effects of having ladies in the group. :-P

We had an all-male Bharat Darshan. So nothing was left unsaid.