Avanti & I

Amay Naik's Personal Diary

                                                                                                                                           -12 June 

        It has been a week now that Avanti passed away leaving me all alone in this world, letting me be alive to have such a dejected life. In couple of weeks it is our 3rd wedding anniversary! It’s still hard to believe that she is no more; it feels like that we had just begun our beautiful journey of married life but before it could flourish effusively … Avanti left me!

The Fragrance!!

I recognized her at once. She stood at the bus-stop, disheveled in the windy rain, struggling with her umbrella, trying not to get wet. I stopped the car, opened the door and waved to her. She smiled, shut her folding umbrella, ran towards my car, got in and closed the door.

A Bitter Confession!!

I loved Ritika a lot and couldn’t risk losing her; this was my only chance to get her back forever. That’s why I did not tell her or involve her in any way. Not even the smallest hint. I made my plans alone and with perfect care. An “accident” so coolly and meticulously designed. Precisely at 04:40 in the afternoon, the ghastly accident would occur. And then my phone would ring – to convey the “bad” news. And suddenly I would be a free man.

Free, Liberated from shackles. Released from bondage. Then all I had to do was to keep cool, maintain a solemn façade, and wait for Ritika to return from Germany. Then after the customary condolence period was over, Ritika would propose to marry me – an act of chivalry, of sympathy, or even “self-sacrifice”. First I would demur, then “reluctantly” succumb to the pressure from my friends and relatives, and accept - just for my children’s sake. There would be nods of approval all around. And soon I and Ritika would be Husband and Wife. 

Only If I Could.....

Only if I could tell you what my heart really feels for you ..

Only if I could shout to the world how happy I am having you ..

Only if you could be here with me every time I need you ..

Only if you could be every now and then just mine..

The Eleven Balloons!!

I was busy reading my novel when Ritu suddenly interrupted me.

"Again you started reading your book, cant you get some time to talk to your wife, you and your books are just too much". her stern voice commanded an explanation from me.

 Ritu and I were married just few months back and were on our way to visit her maternal relatives for some ritual where in we have to visit for lunch. In first place I was tired of attending these ritual from past couple of weeks and secondly the place we were going was some where in a remote place from Chiplun. And too worsen my woes I had to travel from the state transport bus, thanks to the breakdown of my beloved car. I was already pissed with the too comfortable ride that I was taking from last 30 minutes and hence to divert my mind preferred reading my favorite novel.

Forgive Me O Love!

23-July will always remain special for me and on this special occasion I want to convey my feelings to my love, sadly this letter is the only way I can convey it to her. Knowing that she won't talk to me now, and have blocked me from her life, for the pain I have bestowed, knowingly or unknowingly. But I hope that she reads this somewhere, someday, somehow and does forgive me, because that's all I long for.

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Essence of Love...

With Love..

Listening to my all time favorite song "Nothings gonna change my Love for you" by George Benson I couldn't resist writing this article which is straight from my heart.... :)

Left Alone

Its a beautiful & touching poem penned by Kaustubh Hile. on the background of  my story "The 09:05 CST Local". It summarizes the whole story in a perfect poetic rhythm leaving you mesmerized.

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While travelling in a train,
In a light drizzling rain.
An unknown person,
Asked me a question.
Do you believe in true love??

I ignored him,
He asked again.
I avoided him,
He made eye contact.

Finally, I answered him.
My heart was sinking,
My eyes were blinking,
But I answered him.
I said,
Yes, I believe,
That’s the reason I live.
I had one wife,
She was my life.

The 09:05 CST Local

Today was a special day for me, with a promotion I was reallocated to the head office in Colaba (Mumbai). A nice place for an office and though the distance was considerable, the newness seemed worth the trouble of commute. All set for this wonderful opportunity, I planned to leave well in time so that I won't be late for work on the first day, and with the reliability factor of local trains in the monsoon at back of my mind, I preferred leaving home well in advance. I reached Bhandup station near about 08:55 am, and b'cos of new office location, even my regular schedule of boarding had to be changed . As I reached platform no.2 my eyes tried to spot the indicator to see the next expected train, and it read 09:05 CST Slow. (CST: abbreviation for Chhatrapati Shajivi Terminus.) As the train approached the station, a mental preparation for a mini battle to get in the train started. And to my amazement, I could easily get in the I class compartment without having to bruise anyone. Just as Ghatkopar station arrived, I was fortunate enough to get a seat, with a sigh of relief I sat just next to the window. Being an early monsoon, the climate was pretty comfortable today as compared to some other days. It was drizzling outside. 

The train halted at Ghatkopar station and a throng of commuters rushed in. After few moments, I noticed a couple sitting on the adjacent seat who had boarded the train few minutes back, I presume. Well, there was nothing special about them in the first glance, late 20's, married most probably, the guy was busy reading his newspaper while the lady was talking to him and simultaneously she had a knitting kit and she was busy trying to to make something from the red/maroon yarn balls. Nothing special. The journey continued as I drowned in the music on the hands-free plugged to my cell.

PREM

Still Hoping against all odds, that she will come back to me...

A poem that depicts the feelings of a true lover who is in immense pain from the loss of his beloved but still wishes & hopes that she returns someday some how....
It's dedicated to Love of my Life.
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प्रेम असते तरी काय हे कधी कळलेच नाहीं,

जे वाटले ते कधी घडलेच नाहीं .

प्रेम एक सुंदर स्वप्न वाटले,

पण त्याने आयुष्यात नुसते अश्रूच आणले.

ते परतेल ही अजूनही एक आस आहे,

आणि तोच माझ्या जीवनाचा शेवटचा ध्यास आहे.


-Aditya Kasar (AK)

An Amazing Love Story

He met her on a party. She was so outstanding, many guys chasing after her, while he so normal, nobody paid attention to him. At the end of the party, he invited her to have coffee with him, she was surprised, but due to being polite, she promised. They sat in a nice coffee shop, he was too nervous to say anything, she felt uncomfortable, she thought, please, let me go home....suddenly he asked the waiter "Would you please give me some salt? I'd like to put it in my coffee." Everybody stared at him, so strange! His face turned red, but still, he put the salt in his coffee and drank it. She asked him curiously; why you have this hobby? He replied: "when I was a little boy, I was living near the sea, I like playing in the sea, I could feel the taste of the sea, just like the taste of the salty coffee. Now every time I have the salty coffee, I always think of my childhood,  think of my hometown, I miss my hometown so much, I miss my parents who are still living there". While saying that tears filled his eyes. She was deeply touched.