“Should I go
and ask that girl why is she waiting?” he asked me with a mischievous smile.
“kabir? You
know what? Do whatever you want to” I acted as if I was angry. This was the
only trick he knew when he sensed that I was angry. In a second I forgot why I was angry and I
started to recall that day. The day we met.
Sixth months
back…..
As I
quarreled with my mom I stood under the shade of the bus stop waited for Mr.
“good boy” to come and pick me up. I didn’t even know him. He was a complete
stranger for me and she literally forced me to go and meet him. She knew that I
hated arranged marriages and I had no intention to meet the guy but I was
standing under the summer sun and arguing with my mom.
“If the boy
is so good then why don’t you marry him yourself?” I hanged up the phone as I
told her.
I wondered
will the man come. According to my mom he knew me he saw my picture. Of course
I had his picture too but I was too arrogant to even look at his photo and now
I know what the consequence is. People were passing by me and I was looking
blackly at them as if he would come and at least apologize for being nearly one
hour late.
I looked at
my phone I had 4 missed calls from my mom but I didn’t care to call her back.
As I, again searched for a good looking guy. A man came. He was wearing a black
shirt, handsome indeed, and in a Harley Davidson.
“Waiting for
long Angana?” he asked me.
“What do you
expect? I am punctual unlike some people.” I thought that was really rude. That
was the first line I said when I met him. I saw my mom was calling and I was
sure enough that she wanted me to say that I will marry the boy she chose for
me. So I ignored her call again.
“So? Where
should we go?” he asked me.
“Anywhere
you want to take me to” I said to him, and regretted that I was over sweet.
We had our
lunch full of silence and mysteries. He was a good guy, and a gentleman but I
was not ready to marry him just because my mom told me.
I liked him.
He dropped me home and we exchanged our phone numbers. As I opened the door my
mom was sitting idle in the dining table. As she saw me, she quickly came to me
and asked me was I okay. Obviously I was fine, more than just fine.
“I am so
sorry dear, where were you? He could not make it today.” My mom told.
“What do you
mean? Kabir came and we had our lunch I was with him the whole day.” I
explained her.
“Who is
kabir? I am talking about kunal.” She asked me surprisingly.
It was clear
to me. I met someone else named kabir, and got confused by the name kunal and
thought he was the boy my mom chose for me.
Present
day……
I was going
to smile as he started to laugh.
“Yes, I was
such a flirt, in fact I am such a flirt till date” Kabir laughingly told.
“Isn’t it
pure luck that you saw me that day, and asked me why was I waiting. From that
little misunderstanding you became my life Kabir. You love me a lot right?” I
asked him.
“Yes dear, a
lot” he told me as he kissed my hands.
I saw my mom
coming, I wanted to marry kabir, I was dating him for six months and I wanted
my mom to meet him.
“Hi, kabir,
you were just so right about her.” She came and told him.
I was
surprised rather shocked, my mom never met kabir yet she knew him. They both
broke off laughing. I was sitting like a dumb fool watching them and finding
the identity of my fiancée.
“How can you
be so cute?” he asked me.
“Please
kabir what’s going on” I asked him.
“Waiting for
long Angana?” he asked me again and kept looking at me.
I have never
felt any more insulted and stupid than this. Now I know why my mom told me that
she don’t have the picture of kunal anymore when I asked her about it. Kunal
was an imaginary figure. Kabir was the guy I found for myself which was only I
thought, he was guy my mom found for me and did a little bit of drama for my
sake. As I held kabir’s hand I murmured, “ I love you mom”.