FF-Obsession,chapter29 and next thread-pg150,7oct. - Page 47

Seconds turned in to minutes,minutes in to hours,hours in to days as Maan waited for kavita to reply his mail.He had searched pari's belongings in order to find some clue to get in contact with kavita like her cell number or address but none was found.His heart believed that "meeting with kavita" would certainly help him in his challenge , however he did not how??He was too eager to know more about kavita as well as to know more about his wife from her..May be it was because of her name "kavita"..Was not this word, sole reason for all the loss that he endured.He hated the word beyond limits still he wanted to meet the owner of that name badly.But he had to be patient till she would oblige him with her reply.He at first thought it was only his challenge to make geet belive that pari loved him.It was a challenge for him at starting but with the days passed it became his need.There was a pleasure in whatever he was doing for this so called challenge.There was pleasure when he searched her closet,her book shelves, every day in pretense of finding something related to kavita.He had found many small objects during such searches,which screamed her love for him.Pari had collected all the movie tickets whenever they went for movie together.There was a collage of his pictures which she had taken without his knowledge..He remembered himself asking to her one day when he had caught her clicking his pictures stealthily"you love photography too,pari.??. i thought its only books who makes you crazy.."She had given a smile in response before saying"no..i don't love photography..but i love to click your pictures during those moments when i am not with you..""why"he asked with curiosity."just to add me in those moments without disturbing your privacy..i want to be with you as much as possible"she had said."you know you can never disturb me..and i don't need any privacy which does not include you.."he had retorted with a frown."I know very well thats why apart from books,its my husband who had made me crazy..."She had laughed out louder after declaring her love for him in her own different way..Those were moments when she was his pari..not any character from the story or a poem...

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He typed his favorite word these days in the space provided for the password.Anticipation of finding whatever he was seeking was evident in his eyes.His eyes shone with excitement when he clicked on a unread mail form kavita20...

hello Maan..

First of all sorry for your loss..i am still not able to believe that pari had left us but some things are not in our hands.We have to accept whatever destiny sends for us..hope you will find strength to endure the unbearable. I am again sorry for replying so late as I could not get time to check my mail.Now coming to your wish to meet me,i would like to inform that i am coming to India next week.We can both meet and talk with in few days.kindly let me know your number and address as soon as possible.

hoping to see you soon..

kavita

His belief that she was the person who could tell something related to pari about which he was still unaware,got more strong as he reread that line.."i am coming back to India next week"..it meant,she was outside India..may be in USA.. he thought as his fingers got impatient to type his address and cell number in reply to her mail..

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Maan came to his drawing room as clock struck 8 of the morning.He was apprehensive as well as excited about kavita's visit to place.He looked around himself and noticed the state of the drawing room.It was mass of disarray with no signs of cleaning since last one and half month.Suddenly he realized his confinement to their bedroom only.He could not say it his bedroom.He knew it would be always theirs whether she was here to share it or not.At the same time he also realized "absence"of geet.During her frequent visits after pari's demise,she was taking care of him as well as his house like her own."Why it never bothered him???He had never let anyone else than pari intrude in his life as well as house before geet..Questions were attacking his mind once again. He forcefully shrugged all the thoughts related to geet and tried to focus on Kavita's visit.

She was going to arrive at 9.30 am.He somehow managed to change the messy drawing room to a place worthy enough to sit and talk.During the whole procedure he regretted the absence of any maid or servant in his house.He himself had fired all of them in anger after hospital incident."I should hire atleast one servant as soon as possible"he thought.It was 9.15 am. He made his way towards their room once again to change his clothes which were no more neat and clean.Along with house,he himself had to look presentable too.

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"Once again sorry for your loss,Maan..I had never thought that we would meet in such condition" Kavita said with mourning expressions.

"Yes,without pari in our lives"Maan sighed.

Kavita seemed to be of an age between 25 and 30.She did not appear like a girl who could be befriended with his wife.She was wearing purple tshirt with jeans.Her hair were held securely in a tight ponytail and her eyes covered with spectacles.She had a strange calmness all over her face.Her each word was measured properly before it escaped her mouth.Pari was stark opposite who had energy unable to control.It was impossible for her to sit at one place for too long.Even books were not able to hold her at one place.She used to change places while reading.Whereas Kavita seemed to a person in full of her control.Somewhere she reminded him of geet.

"you don't seem to be a girl who can say that she wanted to kill her boyfriend after a fight with him"He had no idea when those words slipped from his mouth while his mind was busy studying Kavita's differences from all other friends of pari..

"what???"She responded little loud.

"I am sorry but i did read your last chat with pari.."He said apologetically as he realized that he had intruded little in kavita's privacy."Boyfriend matter is most private matter for any girl.

"hmm.." kavita replied with a disapproving look.

"actually if i had not read that i wouldn't have come to know that pari had a friend with name kavita..she never talked about you.."

"Even she did not talk much about you to me too..She continued after a pause."why did you want to meet me???"

"Actually..I...'he fumbled with words as he contemplated from where to start exactly.How much he should tell her about pari's problem and his challenge.She looked at him with anticipation in her eyes."I wanted to meet you because your name is kavita and you are from USA"He blurted out which did not make any sense to kavita.

She cocked her eyebrows in response.He knew that he had to elaborate more.So he started with that which caused all this."you know pari loved poems???"

"Who else would know better than me.."She replied with a smile."But how is that related to our meeting??"Her first statement had caught his attention more.

"Why did you say "who else would know better than you"?? he asked.

"That is little private.."

"You have to share at any cost.."He declared.Pitch of his voice offended kavita for sure.

"I am sorry but i beg you..please tell me what do you know about pari's love for poems???"He softened this time.

"Hmm.."She nodded."Poems are the reason for our friendship.We were in the same college for last two years though we had not talked once till that afternoon in library. She was reading some story book sitting just infront of me.I got up to leave to get a book from shelf when she called me."Is this yours??"She had asked me pointing towards a piece of paper.I snatched it hurriedly form her,praying to God that she had not read the contents of the paper.."actually it fell from your notebook"She had replied with smile. I turned again towards the book shelf.."You write really well..I loved that poem" she said.I turned back again towards her.."you really liked it??"i asked her for the first time."Yes..can i read it once more..???" I nodded and gave her the paper.She took it and read it.There was strange kind of affection in her eyes for my poem.I actually felt like my words were touching her deep inside..And that was start of our friendship.Poem writing was my hobby but my poems were passion for her.She was the fuel for my writing...She encouraged me alw..."

"Are you "entropy entropy"???"He cut her in between,as he lost his patience to listen more.. She was awestruck at first but accustomed herself soon with the fact that she was talking to pari's husband.

"yes and no both"

"what???"

"How much do you know about this entropy entropy??"

"Nothing except that its a pen name of a girl and she has a pretty important place in my wife's life"He replied looking in her eyes."why did you say yes and no both???"

"Actually i was not at all comfortable with letting people read my poems but pari always wanted this.So she found a way which could fill both's wishes.She made a facebook account with the user name entropy entropy..ofcourse name was inspired from that "aspiring poets group called entropy"from facebook.Whenever i wrote a poem,i made sure that she was my first reader.I used to send it to her either personally or through mail when i went to USA later.It was her duty to post it in entropy by that user name..."

"ohh..that"s why you called pari your postman???"he asked,letting her know that he had read the full chat.

"hmmm"she smiled."She used to tell me later that how much people liked my poems and how many comments i got.However i never bothered about it.Her praise only was more than enough for me.For me she was my only reader who encouraged me to write more always"

He was silent for a moment."She was obsessed with your poems"he declared.

Kavita gave a heartily laugh.."hmm..you can say so..she just loved them.."

" Word "Love" is not sufficient for what she felt about your poems..she was literally obsessed with them"Seriousness in his voice made kavita a little uncomfortable.."what do you want to say???"She asked.

"She was suffering from a psychological disorder..Whenever she used to read your poems,.she used to become that person in your poem.She used to connect herself with the feel of your poem to such extent that she announced her pregnancy to me when you wrote a poem about preganancy.."Kavita was shocked with whatever her ears were getting.." And she was not actually pregnant"She whispered to herself.

"yes.."He replied looking outside the window now.

"oh my god!!!"She said while her hand covering her lips in astonishment.

Silence prevailed the air as both tried to absorb the recently revealed facts.."Pari was obsessed with her poems.." and "he had found entropy entropy finally after loosing everything he had..."

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