Last Sunday


“I don’t know what’s the point of this. What is the point of life? What is the point of marriage? Arranged marriage in particular.”
(paused for a while)
“I…I want to be in love with someone before I get married to that person. My whole life, all I have done is followed rules. To please my parents, my teachers, my seniors. What’s the point of all this? I want to live, for myself.” and started staring at the screen.
The network was down and we had informed the client about it. So, there was nothing to be done till the time it resumed. Sukriti and I were on the same shift and this was a rare occasion, given it wasn’t weekend. She was going to get married in April and would move to Canada soon after.
Sukriti was there when I joined the team. In Pranil, I had a tough trainer but Varun and Sukriti’s friendly behavior usually made up for those strictness. She was technically very good, liked by all and super helpful. Unlike me, one could often spot her extending the shift, fighting the bugs. She was the simplest person I have ever met, I think.
It was unusual for her to open up like this. She had never shared anything this intimate, with me at least. She was more of a listener in most given conversation (apart from technical ones) and this sudden reversal of roles left me bemused. I couldn’t say anything. A period a silence and we drifted to our usual talks.
“So, it’s your week off tomorrow. Any plans?” I thought of a unique question.
“I have the driving test tomorrow. If I pass, I will to Abhirami and eat Masala Dosa.” She replied with an ever-present smile on her face.
“You’re taking driving lessons?” I was a little shocked, to be honest.
“Yeah, he wants me to learn driving before you know…okay network is up. Let’s kill some bugs.”, only Sukriti could have been excited about network coming up.
Next day I had a morning shift. What can I say, our manager loved making our lives difficult. I logged out exactly after 8 hours of work and rushed towards the bus stop where my friends were waiting for me to go to Marine Drive. Then from Marine drive, we would take a boat jetty to reach the beach and witness the beautiful sunset. I noticed Sukriti coming from the opposite side in her own weird and a very recognizable walking style.
“So let me guess, you ate Masala dosa”, I walked towards her side.
“No, I did not. I had a cheese masala dosa instead.” and we laughed, I raised my hand and surprise surprise, we high-fived.
“Going somewhere?” a casual inquiry.
“Yeah, to the beach.” I replied.
She waved bye and was about to continue her walk down the road.
“Hey, Sukriti. You were looking amazing in that dark blue dress.”
“What? When?” she looked a little confused.
“Last Sunday.”

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Keshav Jha Written by:

Lucky enough to have been roving around since childhood,. Visiting new places and meeting new people has been my kind of favorite. Its amazing how words written simply can talk so loud. This thrill of writing got to my nerves and then CWS paved the way further.

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