Part 7
2012
Finally bro came and handed my jaan to me; I hugged him and thanked him many times.
I took the cell and went to my room, there I opened it and found that it has passed many hands.
I typed the password and was relieved to find all my data as it is. I had locked my folders that contained images and notes. I synced those folders to my Nokia E6 and then transferred them to my laptop.
I retrieved his number and address and immediately made a call on his number.
"Heloo" a woman spoke from the other side
"Hello, is it 1234567890" I said
"Yes, who do you want to speak to?"
"Sir, I want to talk to sir"
"Sir, may I have his name please" she said
It then struck me that I have not known his name.
I immediately hanged. I tried hard and really hard but I could not remember his name, I have never known it. My parents always called him Betaji and my bro called him buddy and I always said Sir. Even I have fed his number and address as Sir.
When I could not get his name, I typed his address and found whose house was it. The house belonged to some Mr. Bakshi, I called again and this time a man picked up.
"Hello, Bakshi residence"
I pressed my mind which sir always referred as pea nut size brain.
"Hello, is it an architect's residence?"
"Pardon"
"Actually sir, here I have a list of residences that belong to families which have one architect and one civil engineer, and it has this address and phone number"
"Sorry, miss but I can't help you, the family you are referring to has left about 6 years ago and settled somewhere else"
I felt a pang of nausea,
"Can I have their forwarding address?"
"I don't know, but neighbors' say that they have shifted to some place in USA"
"OK, I just wanted to contact the architect in the family, By the way thank you"
"It's Ok, but there is no use searching for him"
"Why"
"I have heard he had a fatal accident when he was returning back home after completing his architecture"
"PARDON!!"
"I have heard that on his return he met with an accident, the family took him to USA for surgery, they have to sell this house for money. And it is well known that the surgery was unsuccessful and he is no more"
Rest was all blank, I fell down and when I opened my eyes again I was in the hospital.
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