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Unbound.

  It is a lazy sunday summer afternoon as I place my bag on the lustrous teak wood table. I let out a mental sigh!  It requires Herculean effort to retrieve my laptop for work. I am a regular at the Longchamp cafe. It is normal for that cafe to play slow jazz while customers enjoy a cup of coffee but somehow the song , “Somewhere only we know”, booms on the speakers and breaks the monotonous commotion inside. In a split second, I transcend back to his arms. The song floods memories that are ready to pour out of my eyes. The barista snaps me out of my misery. He towers over the counter as he motions me to try the newly brewed concoction waiting on my table. I comply to do the needful as I am one of his unbiased coffee connoisseurs. The aroma of simmering hot coffee permeates my nose, calming my nerves.  I gulp down the bittersweet realisation. It has been close to two long months since I’ve last heard from him. It would be wishful thinking that our brief encounter would et...

Accidental Miracle.



Little did the country know that the chivalrous and brave Captain Viraj Rathi, who selflessly laid down his life while fighting the enemy had not only left behind his old, haggard and grieving parents but also a young and faithful bride to be. The girl who was unafraid to let Viraj know of what she felt and how anxiously she was waiting for him to come home on his next leave and claim her. As his room was being cleared to dispatch his belongings to his parents’ house, a neatly folded letter in a scented vanilla envelope was discovered resting underneath his pillow. Although the Captain’s colleague was devastated but he was taken aback at the sight of  that letter. He was debating within himself whether to open the letter or not. Going against his ethics, he was too tempted to find out contents and the addressee of that mysterious letter.


Captain Viraj Rathi was a fairly handsome man  and a charming womaniser. Also, his ability to woo women and the umpteenth number of affairs often got him into trouble. In this age of technology, why would he receive a letter? It wasn’t rocket science to decipher that whoever had sent it must’ve meant the world to him for he had guarded it with such devotion. After frantically making up his mind, the colleague sat down in the faint glow of the flickering tube light and began to read.


Dearest Viraj,

I hope this letter reaches you in rainbow colours.

Now all we’ve got to do is make memories. So when we get lost among the ruins, we don’t lose our way.

Dear future husband, although we have barely met. I’m glad you’re aware of my existence. So till we start our “together forever”- Get high, Work hard, Party harder...Go crazy! And when you get tired of it all, and are looking for someone to make coffee for you in the middle of the night... Think of me darling. I’d be happy to be that someone.

I’ll  be that hopeful someone who sees all the darkness within you and still chooses to wake up in the sun next to you. That content someone who would just want to drink tea, read books and be happy by your side in our sun filled cozy little house. That patient someone who would get your coffee right and fetch you the newspaper. That proud someone who would fill in the lonely hours, adore you love drunk, while you work through the night. That crazy someone to dance with you like no one is watching to that passionate someone who would shamelessly steal kisses to make sure your mouth remembers the taste of my eternal love. That childish someone who would recklessly sing your favourite songs on the radio at the top of her lungs. That starry eyed someone to treasure the smile that will play on your lips while you watch your favourite sport. That someone so close and still not close enough, in order to keep the thirst of knowing all of you from quenching. To relentlessly remind how important you are to me even when you’re old and grey, and be strong enough to be able to do that without failure till oblivion sets in. To earnestly and honestly give my anything and everything to be there for you, in sickness and in health.


Love

Madhavi



It’s been 10 years since the letter has been discovered. Madhavi had swore never to get married since Viraj’s death but she had to oblige to her  mother’s dying wish. She learnt to love again and got married to a caring man. Now they have three wonderful children. Her eldest son’s name is Viraj. He wants to serve his country, donning the olive green just like his father Major Ajaybeer Bhuttar.

Her husband is that colleague who had discovered the letter and was bemused by Madhavi’s innocence. He sincerely acknowledges the unwavering commitment Madhavi had made to Viraj.  He calls himself blessed to find a wife as dedicated as Madhavi. He confesses to finding fate smirking at him whenever he feels indebted to a tragedy. A tragedy that gifted him a fairy tale bliss. He brushes off the guilt and just smiles happily at Madhavi. He coyly looks at her through the kitchen window while playing with their children in the garden. She shyly gets his coffee ready. Her cheeks are pink and her  silky skin shines as the sun light plays with her hair.



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