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Chapter 3 -
We still looking around everywhere in the Lift. There was nothing else we could do. The wet Mayank rather dry was sweaty and I just hoped instead of being shutup he would talk. But Man he is so Boring. It just struck me at that moment. "Mayank, you have your cell na?"
"Umm.. Ya,Why?"
"Are you stupid Mr. Sharma ?, Give me your Phone!"
"Here Take" He gave away his BlackBerry. I saw it and realised obviously there wont be network coverage in the lift and sheepishly returned the Phone back.
"Okay now whos stupid ?" He said staring at me . He stepped a step forward and i forced myself behind.He kept incing forward till I had no space to Move back." 'K fine I give up. You are very intelligent and I am a really stupid Person. Happy?"
"Ya very "He was grinning ear to ear. we sat down in one corner of the lift , legs folded , as we were to tired to stand any longer. Sometimes I felt it was as if we were kept in a BiggBoss House.Locked doors. and no family members. Unluckily there was no voice speaking to Us.How much more would be here. I was so tired. I have such vivid dreams. At one Point I felt as if Mayank to be hurt and then me , the Heroine like a saviour would tear off some cloth and tie around his wound and keep wiping tears or rather Mayank would feel hot and take off his shirt. But instead he was acting a Jerk man. How can some one shiver in the Non-Ventilated room? I was trying so hard to create some romance , how much ever possible but this Guy, He was very Unpredictable.
" A B C D E F G, H I J K L M N O P, L M N O P Q R S ...."
"Mayank shutup. I know you know your alphabets".
"Well I was re-cherishing my childhood days Nupur".
"Mayank Please.."
"Okay is there any other way , dont you want to remember your childhood days, your first day at Kindergarten"
Hell yes. I wanted those days to be back . I could never forget those days and they were the best. No one Knew and even He forgot. He was a very important Person in My life. We both were those Kindergarten kids when we met. But obviously being in the same section we sat togather. At that tender age our Parent were not the best of friends but yes we often met each other. We lived not too far, Just one or two blocks away. We really became bestfriends playing Ghar-Ghar . I was the Wife and He was my Husband. We always had our family of one son and one daughter. I would literally fight if anyone except me Dared to be His wife. I didn't realise what we felt for each other at that time. We were too small to jump into relationships but we were inseperable. We Telly adicts of that time wuld consider ourselves boyfriend-Girlfriend. Obviously childrent arent so innocent. All our friends would gape when we linked our hands and we both would keep looking at each other. We called ourselves as Boyfriend-Girlfriend and we really loved each other. The thing at which Adults would laugh and usually say "Look at them , so adorable , the will get married like this " and shake it of as a joke.But we were serios. We did want a wedding like mom and Dad. We were steady in our "Childhood Infatuation" as people suggested, only we knew it was love. Till the second grade all was fine till He got a transfer. I was very sad , but even i too got a news of getting transfered. Which upset me even more that now we would be totally out of touch. We were to young to have cellphone or use the landline. Our parents recieved the calls and just handed the cordless to us,Not those like the lazy teens , who slouch n sofas just to hear a peice of stupid gossip and increasing their Dad's bill. I was a single child so was He. To our luck we both were transferred to Mumbai. And we never met after that.
Just today when i noticed Mayank so closely , The girly bracelet which he had was the one I gave him. In 1st grade , after my birthday.
'He' was Mayank.
I got this shock of my life in just ten minutes remembering kindergarten. I looked at him who was busy checking his messages, the bracelet dangling from his left wrist. My heart was jumping , My childhood boyfriend is just my crush right now ? And uncle ..Well He loved his dad dearly and he passed away two years ago during his tenth. A really crucial year. At that time when I never knew 'He' was Arjun I supported him like a very good friend and thats wen we became the best of friends. We were inseperable like before but now we were just Best friends. I wondered if he realise or knew who I was ? Maybe he was to surprise me and tell me later? Or was he showing off and played along whole childhood?.I was too messed up. First of whole it was a shocker on how I realised so late. He, My Mayank.Tears automatically formed n my eyes.
"Nupur , Nupz are you alright?" He asked in a really corned tone after putting his phone aside and placing his warm yet sweaty hand on my cheek to pat me. He rubbed his palm over my cheek and wiped of my tears. "Childhood wasn't good kya?Mine toh was the best, shall I tell you Mine ? Its been a suspense for everyone and you will get gossip to spread ". He chuckled. I nodded to say yes on what he had to speak. I would clear my doubts once an for all.
He narrated his childhood , Our childhood seemed appropiate as he narrated everything same. He even remembered each line I spoke. i was too touched by this and he i guess felt Sentimental remebering our Past. I hugged him tight and took him by surprise. He was My Mayank and I had found him. We both knew our childhood , We were still the same but still unaware. I further hugged him tighter and this time he did join the hug.
Book Talk
Anupamaa
Vasudha
