There was a little more left to write. Subha let his thoughts circle for a bit longer. He wasn't sure whether the next line would be a good idea. He put the pen down and brought his face to his palms. It was a clouded afternoon. The mood of the city hadn't changed for quite some time. He shook off his worries and dropped the ink on paper....
Of all the risks I could have taken, you could have either been the best or the worst.
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The traffic signal just turned red as Kalyan ran across the zebra to reach the auto stand. He looked around but Subha was no where to be found. The bastard had done it again. Kalyan dialled Subha's number only to receive a no answer. He cursed under his breath as an autowala nudged him, "Dada, kothay?"
He was about to gesture to the driver as his phone rang.
Kalyan : Ki re shuorer baccha! tui naki auto stand e?
Subha: ei dakh chole esechi. ulto foot e dakh.
Kalyan saw a beaming face waving at him from the other side of the road. Subha waited for the signal to cross the road. He patted his friend on the back woth his usual cheerful smile, "are tui taratari chole esechis!"
Kalyan : nijei bolis urgent dorkar. ekhon daat kelacchis.
Subha: chol, let's take an auto to Highland Park. boshe katha hobe.
Each of them had ordered a cold coffee and none seemed to start the conversation. Finally Kalyan spoke up, "are bhai bolbi ki hoyeche?"
Subha : kal Ratul phone korechilo. preme poreche.
A shocked Kalyan nearly spilled his coffee, "What?"
Subha : Yes. He doesn't know how to tell Sweta about it.
Kalyan : Bal ta! So is he asking you to inform Sweta? But wait. Who's the girl?
Subha : One of his classmates. Priya. He has been sleeping with her for three months. Now he thinks that he has fallen for her.
Kalyan: Wait. What?
Subha shrugged his shoulders as he sipped his coffee.
Kalyan : Does Sweta know anything about her?
Subha: I don't suppose so. He has been sleeping with her too.
Kalyan : Goodness! What is his master-plan now?
Subha: He would talk to Sweta. He knows she would kill him. THen she would call me. I should take care of the situation.
Kalyan: And what's your take on this?
Subha: I don't know. It's kind of tit for tat, you see. Sweta cheated on him. But nevertheless, Sweta got cheated upon now. SO she will be guilt free.
Kalyan : Oh yes! Guruji. She cheated on him with you.
Subha : It was just one night. One hell of a night. This kind of took my guilt away too.
Kalyan: Dude, be careful. Things are going to get really complicated now.
Subha: Why? I'm not going to sleep with her now.
Kalyan: I have a feeling Sweta will tell about it to Ratul.
Subha: I told him long ago.
Kalyan: What? aj eker por ek bomb felchis! What did he say?
Subha : Does it matter? He never told her that he knew. This asshole knows how to have his ways. Stud.
The two friends raised their glasses and emptied them.
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Whatever we had, was meant for us only. My stupid friends always judged us without even knowing what we were. For this entire lifetime, we have sold them our story. Can you believe it? "Once." That's all they know and judge us upon. You have always been the force of my life. Secrets, when respected become the greatest gifts. No one knows us like we have known each other. The deepest corners of your soul have nurtured me for all these years and I have cherished every moment. Thirty years. I know you were hurt when I decided to wed Santanu. But you, truly would never have wanted to get married. For you the kick was in secrecy. I'm glad I took the decision to cheat on this entire world forever with you. In the next life, I hope to be your partner in crime again. But as far as this life is concerned, I have decided that the final few years should belong to Santanu. I'm yours; have always been.
Sweta's letter rested on the table. Subha knew this was to be the last one he would receive from her. Thirty years now stared at him from the table. He took out his pad and wrote his final reply.
There was a little more left to write. Subha let his thoughts circle a bit longer. He wasn't sure whether the next line would be a good idea. He put the pen down and brought his face to his palms. It was a clouded afternoon. The mood of the city hadn't changed for quite some time. He shook off his worries and dropped the ink on paper....
Of all the risks I could have taken, you could have either been the best or the worst.
Of all the risks I could have taken, you could have either been the best or the worst.
***********************************************************************
The traffic signal just turned red as Kalyan ran across the zebra to reach the auto stand. He looked around but Subha was no where to be found. The bastard had done it again. Kalyan dialled Subha's number only to receive a no answer. He cursed under his breath as an autowala nudged him, "Dada, kothay?"
He was about to gesture to the driver as his phone rang.
Kalyan : Ki re shuorer baccha! tui naki auto stand e?
Subha: ei dakh chole esechi. ulto foot e dakh.
Kalyan saw a beaming face waving at him from the other side of the road. Subha waited for the signal to cross the road. He patted his friend on the back woth his usual cheerful smile, "are tui taratari chole esechis!"
Kalyan : nijei bolis urgent dorkar. ekhon daat kelacchis.
Subha: chol, let's take an auto to Highland Park. boshe katha hobe.
Each of them had ordered a cold coffee and none seemed to start the conversation. Finally Kalyan spoke up, "are bhai bolbi ki hoyeche?"
Subha : kal Ratul phone korechilo. preme poreche.
A shocked Kalyan nearly spilled his coffee, "What?"
Subha : Yes. He doesn't know how to tell Sweta about it.
Kalyan : Bal ta! So is he asking you to inform Sweta? But wait. Who's the girl?
Subha : One of his classmates. Priya. He has been sleeping with her for three months. Now he thinks that he has fallen for her.
Kalyan: Wait. What?
Subha shrugged his shoulders as he sipped his coffee.
Kalyan : Does Sweta know anything about her?
Subha: I don't suppose so. He has been sleeping with her too.
Kalyan : Goodness! What is his master-plan now?
Subha: He would talk to Sweta. He knows she would kill him. THen she would call me. I should take care of the situation.
Kalyan: And what's your take on this?
Subha: I don't know. It's kind of tit for tat, you see. Sweta cheated on him. But nevertheless, Sweta got cheated upon now. SO she will be guilt free.
Kalyan : Oh yes! Guruji. She cheated on him with you.
Subha : It was just one night. One hell of a night. This kind of took my guilt away too.
Kalyan: Dude, be careful. Things are going to get really complicated now.
Subha: Why? I'm not going to sleep with her now.
Kalyan: I have a feeling Sweta will tell about it to Ratul.
Subha: I told him long ago.
Kalyan: What? aj eker por ek bomb felchis! What did he say?
Subha : Does it matter? He never told her that he knew. This asshole knows how to have his ways. Stud.
The two friends raised their glasses and emptied them.
********************************************************************
Whatever we had, was meant for us only. My stupid friends always judged us without even knowing what we were. For this entire lifetime, we have sold them our story. Can you believe it? "Once." That's all they know and judge us upon. You have always been the force of my life. Secrets, when respected become the greatest gifts. No one knows us like we have known each other. The deepest corners of your soul have nurtured me for all these years and I have cherished every moment. Thirty years. I know you were hurt when I decided to wed Santanu. But you, truly would never have wanted to get married. For you the kick was in secrecy. I'm glad I took the decision to cheat on this entire world forever with you. In the next life, I hope to be your partner in crime again. But as far as this life is concerned, I have decided that the final few years should belong to Santanu. I'm yours; have always been.
Sweta's letter rested on the table. Subha knew this was to be the last one he would receive from her. Thirty years now stared at him from the table. He took out his pad and wrote his final reply.
There was a little more left to write. Subha let his thoughts circle a bit longer. He wasn't sure whether the next line would be a good idea. He put the pen down and brought his face to his palms. It was a clouded afternoon. The mood of the city hadn't changed for quite some time. He shook off his worries and dropped the ink on paper....
Of all the risks I could have taken, you could have either been the best or the worst.
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