at that evening

This story is about a friend of mine.Its a strange love story.

The event happened in a rainy cold monsoon evening in kottayam.
The city was crowded,foot paths full of peaple all in damp cloths and cold faces ,walking with desires for a strong cofee .

He was in bus to the kottayam. He was coming for the watch.
It was the time of viral fever.

The fever spread like wind,hospitals was full of peaple with fever.There was joint pain along with fever which made them bed ridden.Buses were less because drivers and conductors were having fever.Teashops ,hotels,photostat shops,and rubber plantations all become empty.There was silence and pain and dampness every where.
He was also tired..

He sat back in the bus with wind gushing his hair. His throat was dry. He felt pain under the eyes. He felt dizzy.But he felt a hope which he couldnt explain.a soft feeling or expectation of some thing .He pictured what it is .But the image was blurr.Like snow falling peaks of highrange hills that he saw when he came from kumali.But that was sweet.It made him feel good.

Then he thought it was the watch.His friend in U.S had sent a watch as a gift for him .The watch is now in kottayam with a friend of the friend in U.S.His name is george.when he come at kottayam george will come and deliver the watch.

But is this sweet feeling about watch?he thought again.He knew that he will get the watch.He was thinking wat kind of watch it is .Since its american he thought its special.At bus he was watching the watches of the fellow passengers .Its first time he noticed watches so closely.But those watches are indian made and he is going to get a states made one.He felt happy and important...But he now knew this strange sweet feeling is not that.He knew he will get that so he didnt feel a great expectation for that... he was sleeping..

He was sleeping but his mind was open.he could feel the smell of coffe when the bus passed kanjirapally.He also got the smell of aspirin and other medicines when the bus passed in front of govt. hospital. He heard the sighs of viral fever.

and the thumping of rain at the branches of rubber trees and felt the twigs turn by wind far away. he reached kottayam.But the sweet expectation of a snow filled dream was in his mind.
He walked through the foot path towards the bestotel.Rain was falling .The town was coloured with different colours of umbrellas and he felt the umbrellas floatin in raindrops.
He called george.

"i am coming roy.please wait in front of the hotel.I will be ther within 10 minutes.make yourself comfortable."
"okey". he told.


He waited in front of the hotel silently watching the rain .The rain was also falling in a secret pace as if it has some surprise held for him.

The elderly peaple clad in munde and baniyans with swelling stomachs and burning cigarrates crowded near.They couldnt move out.They were shouting against the chiefminister ,the govt.and all others for the rain.The lady health ministe also got their share since she told the press that the fever death rate is low this year.The achayans or the elders of kottayam cannot bear this since every hospitals was full and there was at least a burial every day in manarcaud church every day.

The mobile ringed. It was george.
"Roy,i can't come to u right now.Because my customer is waiting at the firm.Its an urgency so i have to go back.It will take an hour."
"Its okey george.I may wait."
"No need roy.I have sented my cousin with the watch."
"Thanks.Its great".
Then the roar of rain increased and along with added noise of horns of he couldnt continue conversation.He cut the phone.
How will georges cousin find me.?he thought. oh,he wil have my mobile number.
He waited.

The rain increased.

After some 10 minutes the mobile rang again.
"hello this is georges cousin mary.I am waiting in a kinetic at the parking area."!
It was a sweet female voice.
He turned back to look at the parking lot.
Rain was falling heavily .

Then he saw .


It was a divine moment.
A beutiful girl carrying a gift packet was walking toward him.She was looking for him. He waved at her.

She saw him and smiled.The snow filled peaks of the highrange hills now cleared.Her face and hair had the monsoon rain drops.She was like a rose in the early morning with dew drops.That unknown sweet sensation of that evening turned down to a reality.
“hi , I am roy.thanks for coming.”
“ Its okey”
“shall we have a coffee.”.He asked.He was inviting a girl for the first time to have a coffee.
She was confused.
“I am sorry,I think we will have it another time.Because my father is waiting for me at central junction.”
I see..(If her father is there,then how couldn’t he come here.Mary the rose is now politely refusing .He thought.).
She handled her umbrella to him to take the gift from the packet.
“Okey,here is the watch.”She handed the wraped packet to him.
“Were are u working.”
At airtel engineering section.He replied.
“ Wat abt u.”
“ I am working for the reliance money.”Then her mobile rang.She mumbled some thing in to the mobile .
“oops, I am sorry.dad is asking to coming back .He says the traffic is increasing.”
“he is Right.(to hell with traffic,he thought).U may go.

“Thanks we will meet later.”
She extended her hand .It was soft and snow falled in his heart in that instant.
She watched her going back.The rain was over now.She walked to the kinetic ,waved back and went.
He went inside and unwrapped the packet.It was sent from his friend.The watch was there.It looked nice.
He weared it .He felt cold. He ordered coffee and watched the rain outside and thought about mary.It was all like a dream.It started and finished with in a short time.How could he find her.He knew nothing about her still now.

He felt a terrible loss .He didn’t knew the reason.He could have asked her mobile number.But what would she think about him.

He realized now.His mind was expencting her unconsciously.He tried to find that unknown feeling when he traveled to kottayam but it was not there.

If only I can see u once again….

at that evening

This story is about a friend of mine.Its a strange love story.

The event happened in a rainy cold monsoon evening in kottayam.
The city was crowded,foot paths full of peaple all in damp cloths and cold faces ,walking with desires for a strong cofee .

He was in bus to the kottayam. He was coming for the watch.
It was the time of viral fever.

The fever spread like wind,hospitals was full of peaple with fever.There was joint pain along with fever which made them bed ridden.Buses were less because drivers and conductors were having fever.Teashops ,hotels,photostat shops,and rubber plantations all become empty.There was silence and pain and dampness every where.
He was also tired..

He sat back in the bus with wind gushing his hair. His throat was dry. He felt pain under the eyes. He felt dizzy.But he felt a hope which he couldnt explain.a soft feeling or expectation of some thing .He pictured what it is .But the image was blurr.Like snow falling peaks of highrange hills that he saw when he came from kumali.But that was sweet.It made him feel good.

Then he thought it was the watch.His friend in U.S had sent a watch as a gift for him .The watch is now in kottayam with a friend of the friend in U.S.His name is george.when he come at kottayam george will come and deliver the watch.

But is this sweet feeling about watch?he thought again.He knew that he will get the watch.He was thinking wat kind of watch it is .Since its american he thought its special.At bus he was watching the watches of the fellow passengers .Its first time he noticed watches so closely.But those watches are indian made and he is going to get a states made one.He felt happy and important...But he now knew this strange sweet feeling is not that.He knew he will get that so he didnt feel a great expectation for that... he was sleeping..

He was sleeping but his mind was open.he could feel the smell of coffe when the bus passed kanjirapally.He also got the smell of aspirin and other medicines when the bus passed in front of govt. hospital. He heard the sighs of viral fever.

and the thumping of rain at the branches of rubber trees and felt the twigs turn by wind far away. he reached kottayam.But the sweet expectation of a snow filled dream was in his mind.
He walked through the foot path towards the bestotel.Rain was falling .The town was coloured with different colours of umbrellas and he felt the umbrellas floatin in raindrops.
He called george.

"i am coming roy.please wait in front of the hotel.I will be ther within 10 minutes.make yourself comfortable."
"okey". he told.


He waited in front of the hotel silently watching the rain .The rain was also falling in a secret pace as if it has some surprise held for him.

The elderly peaple clad in munde and baniyans with swelling stomachs and burning cigarrates crowded near.They couldnt move out.They were shouting against the chiefminister ,the govt.and all others for the rain.The lady health ministe also got their share since she told the press that the fever death rate is low this year.The achayans or the elders of kottayam cannot bear this since every hospitals was full and there was at least a burial every day in manarcaud church every day.

The mobile ringed. It was george.
"Roy,i can't come to u right now.Because my customer is waiting at the firm.Its an urgency so i have to go back.It will take an hour."
"Its okey george.I may wait."
"No need roy.I have sented my cousin with the watch."
"Thanks.Its great".
Then the roar of rain increased and along with added noise of horns of he couldnt continue conversation.He cut the phone.
How will georges cousin find me.?he thought. oh,he wil have my mobile number.
He waited.

The rain increased.

After some 10 minutes the mobile rang again.
"hello this is georges cousin mary.I am waiting in a kinetic at the parking area."!
It was a sweet female voice.
He turned back to look at the parking lot.
Rain was falling heavily .

Then he saw .


It was a divine moment.
A beutiful girl carrying a gift packet was walking toward him.She was looking for him. He waved at her.

She saw him and smiled.The snow filled peaks of the highrange hills now cleared.Her face and hair had the monsoon rain drops.She was like a rose in the early morning with dew drops.That unknown sweet sensation of that evening turned down to a reality.
“hi , I am roy.thanks for coming.”
“ Its okey”
“shall we have a coffee.”.He asked.He was inviting a girl for the first time to have a coffee.
She was confused.
“I am sorry,I think we will have it another time.Because my father is waiting for me at central junction.”
I see..(If her father is there,then how couldn’t he come here.Mary the rose is now politely refusing .He thought.).
She handled her umbrella to him to take the gift from the packet.
“Okey,here is the watch.”She handed the wraped packet to him.
“Were are u working.”
At airtel engineering section.He replied.
“ Wat abt u.”
“ I am working for the reliance money.”Then her mobile rang.She mumbled some thing in to the mobile .
“oops, I am sorry.dad is asking to coming back .He says the traffic is increasing.”
“he is Right.(to hell with traffic,he thought).U may go.

“Thanks we will meet later.”
She extended her hand .It was soft and snow falled in his heart in that instant.
She watched her going back.The rain was over now.She walked to the kinetic ,waved back and went.
He went inside and unwrapped the packet.It was sent from his friend.The watch was there.It looked nice.
He weared it .He felt cold. He ordered coffee and watched the rain outside and thought about mary.It was all like a dream.It started and finished with in a short time.How could he find her.He knew nothing about her still now.

He felt a terrible loss .He didn’t knew the reason.He could have asked her mobile number.But what would she think about him.

He realized now.His mind was expencting her unconsciously.He tried to find that unknown feeling when he traveled to kottayam but it was not there.

If only I can see u once again….