Amelia: Hey
feeling hungry!!
Mr. Professional:
Just wait for 15 minutes, I’ll make some arrangements.
Amelia: Ok!
Mr. Professional
went out and found some local people, bought some raw food to cook and then
straight to kitchen and closed the door. [Door hampered]
Amelia: hey did
you get any items to eat?
Mr. Professional:
just wait! Dinner will be ready in 10 minutes.
Amelia: what are
you doing inside?
Mr. Professional:
Just wait dear…
Amelia: ok!!
After 20
minutes. Some smell catched Amelia’s
senses.
Amelia: what are
you doing inside.
Mr. Professional:
Coming. Here’s your dinner.
Amelia. [Looking
at the variety of dishes, it was a mixture of italiano-indian.] Wow. It’s
great! Oh sorry! Let me help.
Mr. Professional:
Yes, just help me serving.
[Dinner was served
and they both had its first bite together]
Amelia: It’s
delicious.
Mr. Professional:
I didn’t know that it would be so good.
Amelia: but it’s
an amazing experiment.
Mr. Professional:
yes, mixture of pasta with rice under few raw spices and coconut butter with
khoya and varies.
Amelia: [while
eating] you are a genius.
Mr. Professional:
no, I am not.
Amelia: yes you
are.
[While washing
dishes]
Mr. Professional:
So how do feel about the day?
Amelia: I never
had such exciting experience ended with exotic food.
Mr. Professional:
me too.
[Coming close hug
each other]
[Phone rang]
Mr. Professional:
hello.
Caller: हा| क्या कर रहे हो?
Mr. Professional:
nothing maa!!!
Maa: where are
you?
Mr. Professional:
I am just stuck somewhere!!!
Maa: how are you?
Not heard from you from long days
Mr. Professional:
mom! You always got to have wrong timing.
Maa: what!! Ok
bye.
And so the whole
romantic sequence went down. They saw movie together the whole night, discussed
about each other’s childhood and freaking out they used to do. And then they
went asleep, in each other’s arm, at the time of dawn.
The next day they
woke up eleven, hurrying up for going back, they took the conveyance and went
back.
On the way, Mr.
Professional felt that she was not happy. Her charming smile vanished away.
Mr. Professional:
hey… why r u upset???
Amelia: Nothing,
just not willing to leave this place.
Mr. Professional:
Don’t be you will like it for a day or two then you will wish to go back in
your previous life.
Amelia: Yes you
are right I think dad might be worried about me….
And so they got
back.
Amelia: Dad!!
Mr. Daniel: oh
dear! How are you?
Amelia: Dad it’s a
wonderful place you should visit.
Mr. Daniel: Next
time dear… I am happy that you are ok.
Mr. Professional:
I am leaving sir! See you tomorrow.
Mr. Daniel: ok!
Professional.
The next day
everyone worked hard as this was the hardest job to be proceeded……………. Everyone
on site was busy…..
Amelia was eagerly
waiting for his message/call. But he didn’t respond at all.
And that evening
at 8:00 pm she called to meet………….. she asked him to take her to the dam….. and
he came by and took her.
He asked him “what
is the matter?”
She said with a
low voice that she wanted to meet him.
Mr. Professional:
you are going tomorrow.
Amelia: yes she
hold his hand and in the moonlight against the water she said I have never been
so close to anyone so much..
Mr. Professional:
me too.
Amelia: just feel
this, the wind the crickets and others………
Mr. Professional
they are wonder full.
Next day as the
day went down and evening took its place…. Mr. Professional finally got free….
He was at site
near his porta-cabin and she came through a bolero to pick her father she
stepped down in a white Salwar suit in a totally Indian style. He was astonished.
She came near he found some tears in her eyes but her father arrived and before
she could tell anything to him she went away.
He took a
contractor’s bolero went to the city where they were staying and saw they were
about to leave…. He handed over her a gift as a token of first love that would
last forever…………………… she also gave him a small love token as her reminder
through the passage of their life and they kissed each other in spite of all
people seeing……….but true love never sees this.
And so this story is yet to be full filled………………………….
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