Priyamudan Soorya - New fiction - Page 7

Originally posted by: madumithas

Yeah sweetie akka, while i am patient,
you have to be patient too! Vairamuthu englishla ezhuthina maathiri illa?

am glad that u caught the joke 😳😃

Jenim....Jumbo episode coming.

Chapter 5

Soorya was quite pensive about talking to Krish. Her confidence was diminishing, she suspected that her conversations were usually vibrant but also bland and that she could never ice it up with sweet words. She was of the type who would go on talking if the other person was a quieter one, not that she loved to talk the real reason being she would feel awkward If there was silence between them. In such instances she would often end up talking too much and the content would not have made sense at that situation. Thinking about such conversation at a later stage often brought about sheer embarrassment about herself. She did not want once such situation today and decided that she would let Krish do the talking. Finally she gathered her courage and called him but not before practicing what to talk. Sri and Soorya had a pretty barren conversation for about 10 minutes after which both had to get back to their work.

In the 10 minute conversation , soorya found Krish to be an extremely shy person who had no clue as to how to pick up conversations with a girl. He was not the stereotypes she met in college who knew the lines to work on to get a girl to talk. Krish she thought was too innocent on those lines. All they had talked about in the 10 minutes was about the linguistic changes that they observed on a train journey from Chennai to Bombay. Pretty weird she thought as she opened up her messenger to see if Krish was online. The train journey topic started off as they commented on each other about their accents and slowly drifted towards the different accents they could see on a Chennai -bombay train. Apparently she had done most of the talking but she was glad that Krish did listen.

A continent down, Sri was thinking about Soorya too as he smiled to himself. He chided himself for not talking properly to her, but he realized he wasn't really given much chance. But he did like the vibrancy and energy with which soorya talked. He envisioned her as a talkative, smart and caring person who could also easily get on ones nerves by virtue of adamancy. Whatever it was he liked her , her emails, her voice ....everything about her brought strange memories from his past. He was downright greedy, now he wanted to see her, it was sheer curiosity but he knew that soorya would be reluctant to send a picture but he decided to push it anyway in the next conversation.

Their initial conversation was followed by couple more the same week. As days passed the shyness in both of them diminished and they talked more sense, they spoke about movies and songs and they discovered their common interest which was music. Both had a penchant for gazals and hindi melodies. Soorya introduced Sri to the magical world of Illayaraja's music. She had asked him to download some songs and they were familiar ones for Sri but he hadn't really paid much attention to while growing up. But now hearing them as Soorya;s favorites added a flavour to the songs. Their subsequent conversations dwelled a lot on music and Sri could not go without appreciating her profound knowledge and interest in music.

Their early morning chats continued as well without fail. Soorya was still the morning alarm for Sri. It was one of those early mornings when Sri was logging into his machine as he was enjoing the the sunrise. There was an email from Soorya. It read
Hi Krish,

This email is about...well, I Just wanted to take a shot at truth. I have to admit that I really like talking to you . It probably is because i haven't had detailed conversations with a man lately, my close friends (some male) know me too well now that they can predict what my next move would be and though concerns and love and friendship is still there none have the time to sit down and take time and talk. Its always nice to discover new things and I guess I am discovering something between us, on the outside it does look like a good friendship, but somewhere deep in the heart I feel like I am discovering something I lost some years back. I don't have the guts to face what I lost but I only hope the you are a carbon copy of that lost truth and not that Truth.
I am sure this would be the weirdest email you would have gotten in your life time, but I took the liberty to ramble and I rambled. Hope I did not offend you. I certainly dont expect you to have the same kind of feelings .....but anywaysTake care. See you soon on IM.

Priyamudan
Soorya

Sri read and re-read the email over and over again. He was downright confused . It certainly did not make any sense. He understood that she liked him and he could also feel something blooming between them but her puzzling reference to truth, carbon copy did not make sense. He had million thoughts jamming his mind, is she falling in love with me.....if yes what would I do? She has the best resume but what about her looks. The thought of him walking with a dark, short, fat woman brought a lump to his throat. Even if she had the best of feelings he still wanted his lover to have the minimum of his expectations regarding looks.
Just as he was rambling to himself with his thoughts he heard a ding from his laptop. It was her...the puzzling her.

S : Hi Krish! How are you? I guess you are sitting there wondering about my email.
K: Yes of course and you don't even know my real name. Why this urgency!
S: I had to say it, I said it....thats me.
K: So...what next.
S: well....what do you feel?
K: Do I take this as a proposal?
S: Certainly not. Just a relationship...but could turn in a different direction.
K: It has to have a form and a meaning and a description, a start and end.
S: Ok what do you want to know?
K: how tall are you?
S: So its all about looks, isn't it?
K: Soorya, Cmon I am no saint! Looks are not prime but they are definitely important to me. Of course i dont expect an Aishwarya rai but still...What if this relationship turns into something more serious...i don't want a soreness just because those simple silly expectations are not fulfilled. Its just not for me soorya, for u as well,....what if you don't like a man with curly hair and realize it after acknowledging whats in the heart...it might become too late to turn back and walk. I am talking this out of experience, you might be too young to understand these.
S: Are you saying I am immature?
K: No no...you are too innocent and I am cautious ...thats all.
S: I will send you a blurred image of my picture...would that suffice. I am not comfortable revealing identities until a meeting.
K: that's strange...but I will buy it, anything will do. Thanks. I will send mine too...a clear image.
S: I am from a conservative family, I too have to be cautious.
K: You know you are definitely a complex character. I am going to have fun discovering you.
S: Ok here you go. I just sent the picture,
K: Ok let me open it up.
Krish opened the file to see a 5 '5 girl with long hair wearing a blue jeans and white shirt standing on some kind of a bridge. The face was not very clear but there was a pleasantness in the overall appearance. That was all he wanted.

He sent her a few messages about but did not get any responses from her . He understood that he might have ticked her off with his so called practical responses, but he was glad it worked and what mattered was she sent the picture. Sri quickly attached a photo of himself and sent it to soorya in an email.

Hi soorya,

Here is my photo. Took it about 2 years back. Happy viewing. And as for you . from the hazy picture itself I figure you are a beautiful girl. I have this craze for long hair and you have it! Cant wait to see you in person. Krish.
Soorya was typing in a message as well for krish when she heard the ding sound announcing the arrival of the email. The wordings Krish had written brough a reluctant smile on her face and then when she opened the photo...she was shocked she could not classify it as a rude shock or a pleasant shock. Unable to respond she looked at the message she had typed but not yet the hit the send button.

Krish, Since we spoke this much I would like to admit a truth here, my real name is Archana. I thought you would find out when I told you my sibling names Arun and Akila and why my name alone started with Soorya. You never asked, you trusted me too much I guess. Name does not matter but Truth does. So please call me Archana.

She was still staring at the charming 5'11 guy with curly hair and the killing smile on his face. Her thoughts went back to her school days where she would wait at the bustop at 7.00 in the morning. She clenched her fingers and hit the clear button on her IM screen.

Yay..Thank you for the jumbo epsiode.

hmmmm.. so Krish is Archana's lost truth then? 😉

Wow! This chapter was definitely classic! I could place myself in the midst of the situation and feel the tension. Thank you very much, this chapter was worth the wait.

Keep going.....................can't want for the next.

Pat

well done Madhu - was worth the wait.
You sure rewarded my patience by ceasing
to be a patient 😳

Thx Madhu for the superb romantic chapter. The wait was wroth a while like Pat said.

interesting interesting interesting 👏
ummm can't wait for the next episode 😳

thanks madhu. good piece of writing!!!

thanks Madhu, can't wait for the next chapter 😊

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Anybody home? 😉