“The first time I met Neha was when she attended the UNIX training session by Prof.Bala,” I started.
I wanted to share few things about my lady love with them.
“She occupied the 4th seat on the last row,” I continued.
I was sitting besides her but sometimes I fail to understand why I am so reluctant in opening a conversation with people especially girls.
“Karthik sir, I bet Neha must be beautiful,” a girl in my team said.
“Indeed pretty,” I smiled back at her. I always admired the way she performed the practice problems and the pace at which she raised queries were really impressive.
Those were the good old days of my Technical training programme where I came across this pretty girl called Neha.
“Neha Bansal,” I sighed.
“O TL..Lllllllll pleaseeeee describeeeeeee Nehaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa,” my team mates sang in unison.
“Shhh! Stop singing guys … an audit meeting is going on and Mr.Batra might pop out any time,” I warned them to remain silent.
“Well, I am not quite sure. All I can remember was that she was pretty queer, or so I thought. Such was her magic. She induced some interest in you. Her large eyes had infinite depth. The way she talked, the way she walked everything was different. Probably this difference attracted me to her.
She was an angel. She had long hair which reflected bright shades of ebony. Her beautiful magical eyes and her alluring skin mesmerized me. Her eyes, framed by long lashes, were bright, as dark as ink and seemed to brighten the world. Had she smiled, the world would have smiled with her. Had she laughed, the world would laugh with her. And had she wept, the whole world would want to comfort and soothe her. She was a beautiful girl” I paused.
There was a deafening silence as I spoke. For a moment it seemed as if all eyes were glued on me.
“She knew I had a crush on her and I desperately wanted to talk to her,” I smiled.
“Then …” the team said in unison.
“Then…slowly and steadily we got to know each other. We started interacting and we became good friends,” I continued.
“I was so shy that I won’t talk to any girls during my school days and now things started changing for me,” I added.
“We were allocated in the same project at Pune.As days passed, she seemed to turn more beautiful. I soon developed a thing for her. The world seemed to have been a better place to live in. I wanted to talk to her and keep her with me forever, “I continued.
“Didn’t you propose her sir?” the same girl said but this time she said with a shade of innocence.
“Trust me, the most difficult thing in life is confessing your love for someone. It was very much true in my case. It was Friday, 14th of March and the same day when she came out crying from the senior Project manager’s office, “I smiled.
“She said that she was offered an onsite opportunity and she had to leave for Rio de Janeiro the other day and started weeping, “I said to my team who by then were fully attentive.
“I asked the reason why she didn’t want to go ?. I was dumbfounded by her reply. She said that she loved me very much and wanted to live a life with me.It got a smile into my face. She sealed our love by kissing me till eternity, “I said.
“Wow!!,” the girl exclaimed.
“She didn’t want to leave me and didn’t want leave for Brazil. It took me hours to convince her and finally she agreed to leave for Rio as per her 3 months contract, “I said.
“The butterflies in my stomach would never stop fluttering till she was with me. I would miss her badly. We used to chat every day on Q messenger and she would call me once everyday, “I continued.
“No wonder she had a debonair personality,” a guy from my team said.
“Finally the eternal wait came to an end and it was time for her return. She was excited and so was I. My happiness grew more as I was going to see my lady love after 3 months, “I sighed.
“I wish I didn’t insist her to go. Why did I ask her to go?,” my eyes turned moist and my voice went low.
“Karthik sir what happened?,” my team mates asked me.
“The aircraft in which she was travelling slammed into the Atlantic Ocean and my dreams of living happily with her collapsed,” a tear rolled down my cheeks.
There was complete silence for a minute.
“We are sorry sir..,” my team mates tried to comfort me.
“Mr.Karthik meet our new joinee Miss Neha,” Mr.Batra, my project manager said to me.
The name “Neha” reminded me of the girl who mesmerized me with her smile.
I wished she was my Neha, the girl who cast her spell upon me.