2017 Hiranya Borah
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is another failed love story from me. This is a
complete fictitious story. If you find any resemblance with any
living or dead person, it is merely a coincidence only.
to my readers and friends and above all my family for their constant
support to write something usual and unusual. I love them all.
to Smashwords for publishing this story book along with my other
Meeting after a Long Time
It was a
pleasant surprise for me to see Arati after almost thirty years at a
recent family function of a common friend. Still she looks stunning.
look so young, a desire may crop up in my mind to play another
innings with you!’ As I started my flirting with her, both of us
started laughing loudly.
my husband does not kill you!’ She said to me pointing her finger
at her husband.
will not mind! Even though he will not allow me to play with you,
definitely he will look at you differently! Am I right sir?’
Shaking my hand, I asked Arati’s husband.
Your comments will reignite our love for each other for few more
years hopefully.’ He retorted back.
are very lucky to marry Arati. Arati was on the radar of many of us.
But she did not give any lift to any of us. Therefore, we have to
settle for someone else.’ With a broad smile I said.
you tell these things, had your wife been around?’ Arati commented.
wife never minds for such loose talks coming out of my mouth.
Particularly, after my age crossed the threshold of the half century,
she used to say, I have already crossed the expiry date. According to
her, I am now a toothless tiger or a venom less snake. I can only
make sounds from mouth and behind.’ I made a fun of my own old age
and its consequent effects.
sorry. But I am yet to reach your stage now. Arati will definitely
certify that.’ Arati’s husband boasted like any other North
that is great! That may be the reason why Arati is still glowing!’
I have a habit to make others feel happy at my own cost.
don’t believe Hiranya. He is a dangerous man. He is like ‘Bagali
Bhakat’ (stork who pretends like a saint to catch fish). I know he
is still after ladies of all ages. So beware of him, he may snatch
away any ones’ wife.’ Pradeep, a friend of mine, commented from
behind to puncture my claim of being toothless tiger or venom less
All of us
laughed; but I saw some rage in the eyes of Arati’s husband for
actually making fun of his boasting on his masculinity before his
II: Last Meeting
year 1985, when I last met Arati. On that day, she was with her
mother, Purabi and brother Ashutosh to see off her father at airport.
I was also leaving Guwahati by the same flight.
day she was wearing a red sari with a red blouse. She was stunning
with her red dress which matched her skin colour. I could not take
away my eyes from her, till I crossed the security of airport for
boarding. The last sight of her is still vivid in my eyes.
loved Arati. But I could not dare to tell her about my feeling about
her. The reason was simple, I never thought I was any match for her.
I was from a lower middle class family, staying in the hostel with a
monthly expenditure limited to Rupees one hundred fifty only. On the
other hand, she was from an upper middle class family who used to
come to the college by car driven by a driver. So my love for Arati
is nothing more or less than perfect 50% of any love affair.
when I saw her for the last time, I had some value addition in my
social and financial status. At that time, I joined Government India
as a Class I Central Service officer and all on a sudden my value in
the marriage market soared. But probably it was too late.
me, ‘Hiranya, I am going to get married in the next month. He is an
officer in Government of Assam. Will you be in Guwahati at that time?
shall be in Delhi only.’ I completed my sentence somehow. I wanted
to cry. But a man should not cry in public; we were taught by our
parents from our childhood. Therefore, I did not cry before her.
Only a Mute Spectator
my friends decided to go to Arati’s residence situated at a posh
colony of Chandmari to play holi with her when I was a final year
student in my college. I was reluctant to go as I did not know how
she would react when she would see me. But Ajay, a class mate of
mine, son of a tea planter of Upper Assam insisted me to accompany
him and some other friends, who were mostly from rich families of
reached their residence, we spread out in such a way that she would
not be able to escape from us. I prayed to God, she should not come
on my way.
that day God was not probably in my side. She was running towards me
and said, ‘Hiranya, do not throw colour on me.’
friends shouted at me, ‘Hiranya catch her, catch her.’
us stood like statues for a few seconds and then she pushed me aside
and ran to her friend’s residence.
back, everyone scolded me for my inaction at the appropriate time.
Everyone blamed me for their failed raid to her residence.
when I met Arati she asked me, ‘Why did you not give me colour
not know exactly why I did not give you colour or did not catch you
as everybody was shouting.’ With a meek smile I said.
I was expecting color from you. But probably, you are not knowing how
to tackle a beautiful girl!’ She giggled and broke my heart to
IV: Leaving Guwahati
was not from a rich family, my result had always been good enough to
get a seat at any of the top universities of our time. So using bare
minimum resources, I landed in Delhi to pursue my higher studies.
After joining at Delhi University, I was seldom able to visit my home
town or Guwahati due to heavy financial constraints though at that
time, with student concession, train fare from Delhi to Guwahati in
second class was mere Rs.62/-.
of urge from heart to see once again Arati, I could not see her face
in the next few years till I completed my Master of Philosophy
(M.Phil) in statistics from Delhi University.
appearing an interview for a post of lecturer in a college, I met
Arati in the sideline of the interview. She also came for the
interview, however for a different subject. She was looking gorgeous
on that day also. She talked to me for few minutes before
commencement of the interview.
not going to be selected as my result is not as good as you people.
But it is a fun to appear in any interview. Any way how long you will
be at Guwahati?’ She was as bubbly as earlier.
I have to go back to Delhi. I have my written examination for civil
service from the next week.’ I told her.
the best for the examination. Do not forget us, once you become a big
man.’ As she said, she giggled again.
her knowledge she hurt my heart and gave an unbearable pain in my
Life Goes On
happiness or without happiness, time goes on. I was extremely unhappy
to lose Arati. After losing Arati I concentrated in my office work
and preferred to stay back in Delhi, instead of going back to
course of time I married a girl from Guwahati. After my marriage to
my wife, she told me one day that she knew Arati from her childhood
as three year senior to her. She told many good things about Arati
oblivious to the fact that every time she speaks about Arati, she
only hurt me.
once I was blessed with my children, love for Arati started
decreasing over the years. Practically, she lost her prime position
to my wife few years ago and she became a non-entity for me for last
seeing her in the party, all memories became green (fresh).
Why You Did Not Play Holi with Me
husband went to the wash room she asked me, ‘Why
you did not play holi with me on that day?’
asked me that question on the next day also. Now give me your honest
answer to my question, did you want to play holi with me on that
say, yes and honestly, I was waiting for you, what will be your
reaction?’ She put me another question.
that case, you once again broke my heart today by saying that.’ I
admitted to her.
cannot forgive you for that. You were too meek to propose me, is not
it true?’ She charged me.
you are correct.’ I again admitted my fault to her.
of your meekness, you spoiled not only your life, but also mine.’
Before I reacted, I saw her husband was coming towards us and
therefore I did not comment on her pointed accusation.
couple left the party, Arati gave me her phone number to call her.
when I telephoned her, she told me that she wanted to meet me alone.
I gave my hotel address and room number and requested her to come in
the evening for a dinner. I also told her politely to come along with
the evening, she came alone as her husband went to Bangkok with his
friends for a week leaving her alone at home.
about your children? You could have brought them along with you.’ I
asked her as I was feeling little uncomfortable in welcoming her into
husband is an impotent donkey. We do not have a child. But I found,
you are still a very meek person. Seeing me alone, you are worried,
is not it.’ She said with an intriguing smile.
gathered my composure and courage for the first time in my life in
front of Arati. I finally invited her to my room and subsequently to
stayed with me for the next three days, as long as I was in Guwahati.
three days when I was approaching my residence at New Delhi, I had
developed a strong guilty feeling for my wife; after all she has high
regards for both of us, Arati and me.
The author is a Government servant and a man of vivid experiences
derived from his official postings across the country, travels across
India and numerous visits outside India. He is presently placed at
earlier publications are:
Random Thoughts through a Coloured Prism
Dilemma of a Young Mind
Funny Statistics and Serious Statisticians
Melody of Fragrance
Few Cities through the Lens of Hiranya Borah
Guilt: Gift of Winter Spring
Great Fighters: Grace of God
Putting kids to sleep
How to become unpopular
My grumpy Face
Love and Worries
Discussion of own Birth: A Taboo
Indecent Love Affairs
My Fair Lady
My Mother: Dashami Borah
Only He Knows
The Stupid Mother
The Same Old Story
The Old Scoundrel
Some of my First Days and First Nights
Have You Met the God
Forgive and Forget
To Win or to lose
42. Call Girl
43. Beyond Blood Relation
44. Lady with a Black Car
45. My wife
46. Complete Woman
47. Diwali Gift
48. Romance with a Lady
49. Open Heart Surgery
50. My First Love
52. Pebbles on My Way Home
53. My First Bengali Book
54. Murder Mystery
57. Make a Habit to Thank God
58. Killing of a Bird
59. The Hero
60. Fantasy versus Reality
61. The Party
62. Road Rage
63. Death of a Friend
64. Cannot Live with Memory Only
65. None Cares for Me
66. A Tribute to My Guru
67. Two Professionals
68. The Choice
69. The Elusive Spouse
70. First Encounter with A P
71. Plane Crash
72. Plane Crash Part-II
73. Plane Crash Part-III
75. A Bag of Currency
76. Suitable Groom
77. Head Hunters
78. My Dear Sister
79. Selection While Waiting at the Airport
80. Oh Shit
82. He Got Back His Wife
83. Beautiful Faces
84. Elder Sister
85. Good Morning
87. Pass on your Death to Someone Else
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