Story of Sathya

The ‘Proposal’

Disclaimer: All characters are fictitious.It is based on the writers imagination.This is an exclusive fiction work.

Since childhood I actually never knew the definition of life. In this event ,I have seen many people who explained me the concept of life. It would be strange to say that life is an enigma,may be a hypothesis to be precise.No one knows it well.There has been many instance in my life when I’ve seen ups and downs.There has been times when I had no one to stand aside and say a word or few as solace.For a moment I felt I was longing to meet someone.May be this some one was Mandy,my best friend.We both studied in the same Engineering college.I know her from the first week itself.How innocent she would be?.She was courteous and her mannerism was appreciable.She respected each and everyone in this globe. She was a simple and honest girl to be precise.

“Mandeep Kaur,” is what she is called by most of her friends.
But she was “Mandy” for me. “Sweet and Naughty Mandy” is what I call her.
It was 2006 and our regular lectures had commenced. I had taken Electronics stream.Since I used to live in a hostel,we were devoid of something called time management.Our practicals used to start sharp at 9 pm.It was the first time I met Mandy.I was going to my college.I used my bicycle for travelling purpose.

Story of Sathya
“Hey Excuse me! ,” I heard some one calling me as I moved .
“I guess you are from Shiromani Khalsa Engineering College na,” She asked me.
“Yes, I’m ,” I replied.
“If you don’t mind could you take me with you,” she smiled.
“What!!,” I remained stunned. Why would a stranger ask me to take her with me.
“I mean could you drop me till college,” She said.
“Yeah Sure,” I said and asked her to sit behind me.

“Me Mandeep,” she said
“Yeah me Sandeep Singh,” we shooked our hands.
Perhaps that was the first time we met.It was a rainy day in the month of August .

She ran for the class as soon as we reached the college.For a moment I wondered if this girl was alright.As usual I went for the lecture as late as I could.

It was our “Electronics”Pracs. “May I come in Ma’am,” I asked my teacher to permit me to enter the class.I scanned through the entire class to get a glance of Mandeep.
“Is this the time to come,” she grimaced.
“Sorry Ma’am ,first lecture forgive me,” I said.

Finally after begging and pleading ,she asked me to enter the class.This begging trick works for me and I can proudly call myself as beggar of Khalsa college.I don’t mean the other beggar sitting at streets.

“Hey Sandy!,its me here,” She asked me to sit aside her.
“Thanks for dropping me today,” she said.
“Thanks thousand times,”She used to say.
Her obsession for the word ‘thanks’ continued even till today. Even after 3 years she used to utter this word time and again.She used to thank me for every small help.She even feels sorry for other people.

“Sorry yaar,I forgot to bring your notes today,hope you won’t mind,” she used to say.
“Sorry for what , are you mad Mandy,silly,” I used to reply.
“Sorry so much,” she said.
‘Budhu’ is what she used to call me.Even after 3 years we both remain friends.Our friendship just turned from better to best during this course of time.
It was the last day of our college.My college guys had planned something spicy.It seemed we all were going out. It was Anandit (aka Andy) who gave me the news. He always used to be the informer.Sooner or Later Andy became an important part of my life. Mandy and me used to fight quite often. We never cease to stop fighting once we started the war of words.Andy would be the negotiator.

I don’t know why,I don’t know whats happening around me. Why is that I feel strange things happening around me?. Why is that I feel Mandeep as some one special?. I know she is my best friend ,but what is wrong with me these days.?

“Dude,we are getting late,” Andy said me.
“Sale, aaj apni dil ke baat Mandy ko bol de,” he added.
I nodded suggesting that I might confess my love to her if I had enough courage.
“Sandy,I want you to spill the bean ,samja,” Andy smiled.
I didn’t knew that my best friend would ever accept this and may be she wouldn’t expect this from me.

“Hello Mandy,” Mandeep had called me.
“Sandy ke bachhe,mein tujhe maar dalungi,jaldi kar ,” she said and cut the phone.
I’m feeling a bit unsecured and different. What will happen if she said no?.Will she ever talk to me? How would I face her?. My mind was full of queries.Mandy was the sole answer to these queries.
I was a bit skeptical if she would accept me as a part of her life.
“Andy,me afraid yar,” I said to him.
“Sandeep,listen write your feelings in form of words,” he suggested me to write a letter for her.
I soon sat down an scribbled few words for her.
Dear Mandy, I am not able to rectify whats wrong me these days.My thoughts have run dry and I’m in the process of identifying the right from the wrong.I don’t know how you would react after reading this.I am hopeful that you will still remain my best friend. Promise me that you won’t leave your best friend alone.Will you Mandy? or will you not?.I was afraid of darkness Mandy ,it were you who showed me the light of my life.If you weren’t there to support me I wouldn’t have seen my alter ego. I’m happy just because of you.Do you remember those monsoon days when we met for the first time. I still think of that innocent smile of yours Mandeep.I don’t have enough wealth to support you,but I can assure that I can do things to bring a smile on your face.I just wanted to say it long ago,but I couldn’t .Now I think that I like you.Every single second ,I just think of you.I have decorated this letter in form of words,just for you.

‘IT was the month of august when i first you
walking aimlessly down the road without a clue
i crossed, you hollered, i turned back
and this is how our story started

you asked for a lift…though i had just a cycle
i just stared at ur eyes…..the mesmerizing sparkle
we walked, we chatted, we moved ahead
and i had ur name on my lips all day

i didn’t know what your feelings for me would be
so i didn’t say it…coz u mite have said, “I AM SORRY”
Yet i decided to stretch my hand…
and that’s how we became the best of friends….

i am the guy of your dreams…
masquerading as your best friend.
I am the one you are searching for..
I can make your world change

My friends say its just infatuation
and if our chemistry clicks,
I will turn it to a fairy tale romance.

lots of moments spent without you
But in thoughts just you prevail
Your eyes intently watching me
Your feel, your presence I inhale

what we share is magical
what we create is ours
n watching the two of us together
even the Gods above are jealous

i am searching for a word to let you know
how much i love you…but i can’t really show.
anyway or the other…believe me its true
when i tell you darling…I LOVE YOU

PS: I really love you very very much .
Story of Sathya

I inserted the letter on her journal and got ready.

To be Continued …

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