The Initial Talking…….

It has been mid of summer by now. The rowdy Delhi summers were smitten by the hot “Loo” and days were warmer than never before in the year. So were the feelings in Kudrat’s heart. It was his first assignment in his PR Company which coincidentally bumped into him the very day he met his lady luck or love, He brought in the work of exhibition for Sarvopalli Institute of Fine Arts popularly known as SIFA. Samar was equally enthusiastic for the work of exhibition because he was first time staging his work publicly. Kudrat being good at his attributes was in process of taking do’s and don’ts of the event and experiences of Swadha, as she was having altogether experience of 10 to 12 such exhibitions in her entire carrier of 6 years, this made easy for Kudrat to spend lot of time in company of Swadha if not in person then through telephone,. Once through a meeting between Swadha, Kudrat and Director of SIFA Mr. Raman Bhattacharya , a vibrant personality, man in his mid forties, great  smile and enthusiasm that could complex any youngster. Mr. Raman always adored Swadha as a very simple, sweet, Wise and hard working employee of his organization. During that meeting in between some documents Kudrat got a chance to run through resume of Swadha he quickly gave a glance to a three page long resume which counted about 11 different organizations which she has switched in 6 years and lot of free lance projects added to it. For the first time he discovered the exact age of Swadha and learned she is 4 years elder than him. But he just sighed if it could change his feelings and the way his heart, mind and body drifts when she is around. But now he has learned to control that revelation and kept himself normal. All he has to do was to avoid any kind of eye contact with her and strictly any kind of physical contact even touching of hands by mistake could ruin all his patience it wasn't any physical craving of sex appeal which derived him, But it was over whelming and not negligible. In short it wasn't normal!! it use to astonish him from foot to toe. And Kudrat could not stand any kind of notification from her side. It would made him nervous; Kudrat made it very obvious for her to understand that there is something wrong with him. But he never could understand why she doesn't say anything as if she doesn’t notices him at all. Though he always knew she dose. She was a big mystery to him.

It was Wednesday, Swadha and Kudrat were to attend a meeting with Manager at Indian International Center for finalizing the exhibition gallery. He reached out of her office around 2PM post lunch. He called up on her cell phone no body answered, then he rang up on her office land line a peon answered the phone and said “ Sawdha madam to aaj ayin nahe hain” (Swadha ma’m is not present  in office today). Kudrat got worried due to her sudden fade away. He never texted her before, for the first time he texted her.

Kudrat- “Ma’m can I text you”. that’s how the sweetest SMS story started between Kudrat and Swadha.  He in his mind thought that this is the most stupid thing he has ever texted to anybody in his life. Before that their telephonic conversations were quite professional. After around half hour he received a reply back from Swadha – “sure sure anytime”. Swadha always treated him like a junior moreover a kid she always tried maintaining that difference of age between Her and Kudrat which was almost negligible due to her sweet, short and charming personality which no doubt always complemented her presence beside Kudrat, Once walking out of the gate of institute the poor child beggar was hovering around both of them chirping like a bird “kuch dedo mai, Bhagwan apka Jodi salamat rakhey” (please give me some money, may god bless the couple) and Kudrat could easily recall the incident which brought a cute chuckle to his face a blood flushed out of her cheeks leaving them all red due to shyness.