From Kerala with loveA Story by Rahul VikramanA part of my life storyFrom Kerala to Chennai, my
precious time left is been spent on a train for almost a day’s travel. I hadn’t
slept well for the past one week, I was exhausted and my eyes started hurting
too. ‘Shouldn’t I be with my family’ a thought arose but I guess my heart preferred
this more. The humming sound of metal wheels rolling over the rail tracks was
not the only thing that was keeping me awake. I stared out through the window
and there was more than darkness that I could see it was a lovely face smiling
at me, reminding me again and again, how right I was in making this trip.
I reached Chennai railway station at
7 in the morning. It was the worst city I ever been to, garbage thrown all over
the roads, hot and humid climate, smelly streets, people dwelling the
sidewalks, not an ideal look for such a famous city. It would have been the
worst trip I have ever made if it wasn't for her.
A man stood outside the railway station
told me about few hotels which got room for a fair price. With the few English
words he knew he convinced me to go with him for a hotel tour. I was
so exhausted that I rented a room from the first hotel itself. The
rate was fair, 250 Rs per day. I signed the register gave 500 Rs
advance, tipped my guide 50 Rs and he gave me a smile in return with
a small node of his head. I took my luggage stared walking toward the lift as
my room was on the 3rd floor, it was then the manager told me with a smile “It’s
power cut time, you have to use the stairs”- I have heard most of cities in
Tamilnadu are famous for something, I wonder what Chennai is for, may be
smiling faces - After few dozen steps and few step walk, reached Room number
307, a single bed room with a wooden bed at the center covered with a
gloomy green bed sheet and pillows covered with the same
which reminded me of a hospital bed. Bathroom at the right side just
after the front door and it looked clean comparing the streets, a TV stand
was there on the left corner with no TV on it, three glass covered windows were
present all dusty and left so that the sun won’t disturb the one
inside, the curtains on them were dull and half of it hung on its rail, the
rest hung down touching the floor.
I changed into my tracks, took a
quick shower and went straight to bed to take a small nap. I had a long night
in the train and couldn’t rest my eyes for more than few mints. The general
compartment was so crowded and I was fortunate to even get a seat to sit on. As
my eyes longed for its well deserved rest a beautiful romantic song filled the
small room. I knew the song well as it’s the ringtone I set for her. I turned
to my right and there it was lying on the bed softly singing and blinking a
familiar name, her name. She has already called me more than a dozen times
since I started my travel from home. I attended the phone and said in a tired
voice “Hello”
“When are you coming to meet me?” replied
a soothing voice, though it wasn’t the reply a tired me expected, her voice made
me fresh and my eyes longed more to see her than to rest.
“Within an hour dear” I said
“No,
you take rest; you haven’t slept a bit yesterday” " I had already told her
about my travel difficulties as I reached Chennai station " “Sleep for some
time and meet me at EA mall around 3, the noon time sun will drain you other
wise and be there before me, it will take me 1 hour to reach there from my
place and don’t take lunch we will have it together and one more thing " a
small pause - I Love you so much….muah…” She gave me a kiss and waited for me
to return the same. “Muah…” I gave her an intense one as I missed her so much.
She hung up the phone and a beep sound followed. She
loves to talk a lot and I love listening, whatever silly things she said it
always felt interesting to me " women has that effect on men, especially when
they are in love. A point to note though, women are most offended when men
don’t show interest in their talk- Over these years I always wondered how she
comes up with new interesting things every day to talk regardless of my usual say
like “What you had for breakfast/lunch/dinner?”, she is full of energy and me
not much, it’s this difference in our character’s that made our relationship so
intense. She is my push button and the only one knows how to motivate me. A
sound pierced into my ears and I woke up rocking the whole bed, it was the
sound of the alarm I set on my mobile earlier. I turned it off and checked the
time “It’s already 2 O’clock” I murmured. I
put the mobile back on the bed and sat there for few mints with my legs
crossed, both hands pressed on the bed, staring blankly at the rotating fan
above. “I need to get up, wash my face, get dressed and catch a bus to EA” I
thought.
It
didn’t take me more than 15 mints to get dressed and got to the bus stop. I
stood there in front of the Rajeev Gandhi General hospital bus stop. I have to
thank Google map for not making me a complete stranger in that place. If you
are in Chennai and you don’t speak Tamil then traveling in this big city can be
very tricky and costly, the only thing that can save you from that is a mobile
phone with an internet connection.
Few
minutes of waiting and I caught the bus numbered S11 going towards
Thiruvanmayour. Got a seat next to the door, sat there and listened closely to
the conductor as he was shouting the names of each stop the bus made. After
three four stops and few traffic delays, “Express Avenue eranjinje” shouted the
conductor, I jumped up from my seat and rushed down. From the stop I could see
a well stretched building right across the road, one of the biggest shopping
malls in south India, Express Avenue. The mall looked massive, stylish and very
much attractive. I walked in and was relieved; it’s in times like this that you
appreciate the invention of AC as it was 36 degrees outside and no sign of
dropping.
I
dialed her number, after 2 rings she picked up “I will be there in 5 minutes”
she said not hiding the excitement, “Okay” I said with a smile and she hung up
the phone. She is the one who always hung’s up the phone first; it’s a courtesy
I gave her right from the start of our relationship. It may be silly and
sometimes she also says so, but I know how much these little things meant to
her, so I always try to do small things right rather than big expensive ones. ‘when
waiting for your lover, time slows down and minutes feels like hours but if you
are with him/her time runs faster and hours feels like minutes’ though I was
inside a wonderful building I couldn’t admire any bit of it, we haven’t seen
each other for more than 4 months. “It’s exactly 4 months and 17 days since we
last saw each other” she would say- I felt happy when she left the exact hours
out because that would make her sound crazy as she already must be a bit,
otherwise she wouldn’t have fallen in love with me " Our last meeting was a
dramatic one. Though I was handling the lead role, I acted like a dumb one, a
hero who has no clue about the script and how to act other can managing a
nervous smile throughout the entire film.
We
were at her house in Palakad, me accompanied by both my parents. During the
past four years of romance we both had thought of lot of scenarios in which the
encounter between our parents could happen, some with great and the other with
worst results, but not dreamed any like this. Our parents were meeting each
other for the first time, nervousness filled the air and I struggled for
breath, anything could happen. I looked at her, she was standing few meters
away from me at the entrance to the dining hall, her gaze was up on me all
along, face tensed of course but her eyes had the usual light in them and that
gave me warmth inside. I felt slightly relaxed and thus I managed a smile. Hope
reflecting in our eyes while thoughts deep inside murmured “Is this our last
encounter”. Seven hour drive could turn our four years of dreams into ashes.
As
I say -I think I am the first one to say this- anything can happen in Love and
war. © 2012 Rahul Vikraman |
StatsAuthorRahul VikramanKollam, Kerala, IndiaAboutBorn in a small village in Kerala and ought to become a great writer, unlike any.... more.. |