3rd October 1983

Hey, diary!

I am done in the replaying everything in my mind multiple times. so i am saying this to you again, i couldn't share it with anyone else. why the hell i am blushing? 

Okay, let me start from the start. love always have a strange feeling, We will smile for no reasons, we laugh for no reason and we ultimately miss the person whom we love than our parents who spend their life only for us. After one day of mixed feeling and the terrible torture, i finally reached Calcutta.  The place where i born, The place where my whole world revolves once. The street, the smell, the language told me where i belong. I saw my father and my brother subam waiting for me in the station. I smilingly waved at them who rushed against the crowd and reached me. Baba couldn't stop himself from showering his love for me in the railway station. He hugged me and showered me with kisses. The people who crossed us looked at us weird, But we least care about that. Subam, My younger brother, hugged me at the instant after baba broke the hug, upto my surprise. 

I know he missed me but i thought he must be very happy in conquering my room after i left. but his gestures were new to me. My brain questioned me, This is where i belong? but heart nodded no at the very next second. Baba forcefully took the luggage in his hand from my hand. and kept it in the dicky of our family's treasure, Padmini. My father's first car which he bought for the first time. 

My house, A typical Bengali household, consists of 14 members including my extended family. Everybody hugged me and my elder sister, who are about to get married to Chatterjee's elder son.  Then comes my darling, my mom who didn't come to see me, such a drama queen. Still, In anger for leaving college to pursue My MBA. But i convinced her at last. But you know where the story actually starts. 

Chatterjee's were about to visit our pandal for Durga pooja ceremony. Everyone in my household got ready and wore heavy-heavy jewellery's just to indirectly communicate this how much rich we are, In that process, i don't know when they converted my Ritu di into a Christmas tree. Least i can do, help her to become a goddess from a x-mas tree, by removing the Extra-jewelleries by going against my mousi. 

Everything went well Until i saw him accompanying Neel Chatterjee, Younger brother of Naveen Chatterjee entering into my house. My eyes weren't ready to believe the happenings, But i actually saw him before my eyes. but when he smiled, i assured myself it wasn't my dream. Even my family members were surprised to see him. And enquired Neel about him in Bengali. He said his belonging lost on his way from surat to Calcutta and shivaay helped him to find it back. And he also said he's a journalist who came here cover Durga pooja. Everyone believed it as truth but he couldn't fool, His constant smile and blush in his face told me that he didn't come here to cover Durga pooja but to see me. 

The mere existence of one person can make you special?  My family members treated him like their future son-in-law, That's what going to happen in a few years. From now, he's feeling the star treatment. But there were some questions in my mind, i desperately needed an answer for it even though i knew the answers. i tore a paper from my brother's classwork and wrote: "Journalist?!? how come an MBA student became a journalist in the span of two days... MISSED ME?"

I gave the chit to him while serving rosgulla's to him, He got it from my hands and hid it in his pocket. And hurridly asked about the restroom and went inside. Everybody laughed on seeing his urgency but only I knew the reason behind his urgency. It's the urgency of getting my first letter after i confessed my feelings to him.

He smilingly came outside and i know the reason behind but everyone misunderstood like always. 

"done, beta," my father asked him. he didn't say anything to them but smiled, the killer smile which makes me crazy. Nobody had any idea, what he actually means to me. But his smile started to fade away when they spoke about my wedding with Neel Chatterjee, younger brother of the groom. he looked at me at the very next second, I simply nodded no with a smile. That was enough to stop the smile from fading away. when i was taking the empty bowls to the kitchen, i found the same chit under his bowl. 

"Love can transform any person to anyone, an MBA student to Journalist is a simple thing. And missing you is not enough to convey, how these two days went without you... By the way, you got a perfect time to confess your feelings... I love you..."  he wrote it back in the chit And made me feel like the happiest person in the world. He loves me, I love him back. What else? 

"I don't know, What to say?" - Arushi smilingly looked at Avinash. 

"I expected this... nobody could stay in peace after getting a green signal from their love" - Avinash said. 

"The people who couldn't stay away from themselves for the two days approached for divorce in three years after getting married... something, somewhere is wrong... Could you sense it?"  - Arushi asked. 

"i could see that you calling her as a mom for the second time" - Avi replied back. And stopped her from saying whatever she was about to say. she looked at him, but she was not ready to give an explanation. she turned the next page and started to read. 

******

You couldn't name the feeling when you finally won the trust of the person whom you love and always wishes for his welfare. Anika sensed something was going inside his head but he wasn't ready to open it to her. But when anika found the sleeping pills under his pillow, she decided. He had to open it to her. Like she thought, He did. Like a present, He also confessed his love for her. And the kiss. Their ride, their conversation, was like something higher to her. His words, His sweet gestures aroused the trust for him in her heart. She couldn't sleep for the whole night, Due to that, she forgot about her morning classes and slept till five in the morning. 

"Ms Anika Sheshadri" - she heard his voice in a rude tone. But rather jerking in sleep. she smilingly turned around and slept thinking that it was her dream. Out of sudden, Her blanket pulled off by someone. she jerked and opened her eyes in an instant. 

"Do you want to fail, again?" - He asked her while crossing his arms. She looked at him in a sober state and fell back in her bed. 

"Anika... Stop playing, Get up..." - He said but instead he heard her murmur sound. But she had to wake up when he poured jug full of water in her face. She got jerked and started to tremble for a few seconds. But when she saw him staring at her angrily, Her tremble stopped. 

"Why are you doing this?" - she asked while wiping her face off with a towel. 

"If life gives a second chance for proving something, we don't have to waste it..." - He said and tugged her drenched hair behind her earlobe. 

"What you mean?" - she asked him with a smiley face. 

"Your exams,  come on, Go and freshen up... question paper is ready" - he said. 

"But i haven't revised yet..." - she said and pushed her to the washroom. When she came back, the first question she had for him, How did he managed to get inside her house? 

"By pressing the calling bell... like other people" - he replied casually. 

"Nobody asked you any questions?" - Anika asked. 

"What they will ask?  I came here as a tutor not to flirt with you..." - he said while looking at the papers he bought for her. 

"Oh, Really" - she replied while cupping her face and gaze his face continuously. 

"Can you stop making me uncomfortable?" - he asked by looking elsewhere. 

"You know when a man loves a woman, He looks deep into her eyes. When a woman loves a man, she looks elsewhere not his eyes... But why in our story, everything is happening opposite..." - Anika asked him, He couldn't control his smile, no words came from his mouth. but both realized it's nothing but love. 

"My God, We have time for the sweet words but not for your exams which are going to take place in three weeks..." - He said. 

"Okay, Masterji... give me the question paper..." - she said and started to write. 

To Be Continued...