By Ten Years
2017 Hiranya Borah
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is completely fictitious tragic love story. Decision to say ‘Yes, I
do’, the beautiful lady took long ten years. In the meantime whole
world had changed for her. Finally she got what she wanted for last
ten years. What happened then?
you find any resemblance with any character living or dead with any
character including the protagonist of the story, it is nothing but a
coincidence only. Hope my readers will like the story.
to my readers and friends and above all my family for their constant
support to write something usual and unusual. I love them all.
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Almost all my batch
mates attended this particular conference for 75th Round of NSSO to
be conducted from first July, 2017 all over India. We are now in the
twilight zone of our service career. Most of the juniors avoid us in
their personal discussions. I may be one of the seniors, who knows
most of the juniors. I seldom keep any distance with them and
therefore, they are also somewhat friendly to me. However, I also
avoid them in such type of gatherings after 7 PM. As a typical
fatherly figure to most of the young officers, I also avoid drinking
in front of them.
On that day also we
five of our batch, started taking whiskey in one of my batch mate’s
room. It went off smoothly till Bikash finished his third peg of
whiskey. He started sobbing like a four year boy, who was denied a
chocolate by his elder brother. We could not find any reason for his
‘Why you are
crying like a baby, you b—d?’ Ananta has a habit of scolding any
one of us with or without reason.
Even after getting a
scolding Vikash was sobbing uncontrollably.
As a soft person, I
patted his back and asked him why he was crying. After few minutes,
he said, ‘When I saw Ambika today, I could not recognize her. She
was an extremely beautiful lady few years back. But today she looks
like an old lady, more than her age.’
‘Did you love
her?’ Again Ananta thundered.
‘No. But her very
old look reminded me of my own tragedy.’ He paused for a minute.
None of us, even Ananta kept mum for few minutes.
Then slowly Vikash
unfolded his story.
Avantika was one
year senior to us. She was also extremely beautiful lady from our
service. As I was married nine days before I joined my service, I did
not have any opportunity to chase any beautiful lady of our service
as my wife used to accompany me in all my tours relating to our
probation. However, nobody can control eyes; my eyes were also able
to see beautiful faces of our batch mates and those ladies who were
either one year senior or junior to us. Therefore, beauty of Avantika
could not escape from the roving eyes of any of my batch mates.
Vikash was one of
the batch mates from our batch who was almost mad after that young
After our postings
at different offices, full engagements of our domestic duties stopped
us from meeting each other for years together. Therefore, I did not
know what happened to the one sided love affairs of Vikash.
However, two decades
ago, when we heard that while returning after attending a programme
arranged by Training Division, CSO at Gwalior, Avantika died in a
road accident, we were shocked. Her taxi was mowed down by a truck
from behind. Surprisingly, except Avantika, the other occupants had
miraculous escape in the accident. One of the survivors said that
other occupants did not face any major injury even.
Whenever, there is a
training course organised by training division of the Ministry, there
is a chance to meet some of your batch mates, seniors and juniors
after many years. The training programme organised at Gwalior for
refresher course on agricultural statistics was also no exception.
Altogether twenty participants from different batches joined the
training course at Gwalior. Avantika and Vikash were also two
participants of the training course.
When Vikash saw
Avantika, he was little bit upset. Avantika was no more the
exceptionally beautiful lady whom he used to love ten-eleven years
ago. She has lost her beauty more quickly than her contemporaries.
After looking at
Avantika from top to bottom, Vikash asked, ‘How are you?’
‘I am fine. How
‘I am also fine.
‘No. Have you?’
Avantika did not want to prolong the discussion. But she asked Vikash
the formal question.
‘Yes. After one
year of our probation.’ Vikash told with a sigh. He wanted say, ‘I
married one year after your refusal’ instead of what he had
how curtly she refused the proposal of Vikash ten years ago despite
of the fact that she also loved Vikash.
‘Why you are still
unmarried? On the last time when I proposed you, you had told me that
you were already engaged and within a month you were going to get
married!’ Vikash expressed his surprise.
With a faint smile,
she said, ‘I was lying. I was trying to make my parent happy.’
She remembered how her parents reacted when she told about Vikash to
them. They blatantly said, if she would marry Vikash, they would
sever their all relations with her for life. Being the only daughter,
she did not want to hurt her parent. She decided to sacrifice her
love for happiness of her parent.
parent could not arrange a suitable boy for last ten years. Initially
many youths were coming to see her. Now proposal for marriage has
stopped coming to her. She resigned to her fate. Her parent sometimes
blame her for her refusal to marry less educated boys or lowly paid
boys. They never want to take the blame for their failure to find a
suitable boy at par with Vikash.
When Avantika said
to Vikash that she wanted to come to his room after dinner, he did
not thought much and invited her with an open mind.
Exactly at eleven,
Avantika knocked the door of Vikash. She embraced Vikash as soon as
Vikash closed the door. With an impulse he also embraced Avantika
tightly. Avantika was weeping.
the initial spurt of emotion, both sat on the bed and Avantika told
her love for Vikash and reaction of her parent. Finally she said,
‘You have taken a good decision to marry. I am sure your wife loves
you very much. I do not want to come in between you. I just want to
tell you my side of the story. So I am leaving now.’ She stood up
to leave the room.
‘Are you not going
to hear what happened to me after your refusal?’ Vikash asked
Avantika with a tearful eyes.
Avantika sat on the
refusal, I thought to commit suicide. But somehow, I controlled
myself. I did not join to the place where I was posted. Varun sent a
letter to my father writing about my tragedy. My father immediately
rushed to my old place and took me with him to our home. After lot of
pep talks in the next few days, I became normal and joined to my
duties. After one year, I was told by my parent that my marriage was
fixed with the daughter of my father’s friend. I know Ranjita, my
wife from my childhood. She is a good girl. I did not object to their
wish and I married her. She told afterwards that she knew about my
affairs with you.’ When Vikash finished his side of the story,
Avantika did not know how to react.
Avantika stood up
and tried to console him by patting on his back. In the process, her
bosom touched Vikash’s face. After few minutes nature took over
both of them.
As Vikash opened his
eyes in the morning, he did not find Avantika. For a moment he
thought it was a dream, but after looking at the unlocked door he
realized, it was a reality. For a moment, he became very sorry for
‘Can I have a baby
from you?’ She asked Vikash on the next day when she met him after
eleven in his closed room.
‘Yes you can. But
can you face the society, when they will ask you to declare the name
of the father?’ Vikash raised a pertinent question to her.
‘I damn care for
the people. What the society has given to me? I cared for the society
and that is why I refused your offer. I cared for my parents. Being B
caste, they thought if I marry you, their prestige would be lowered
in the eyes of the society. But in the last ten years, I could not
find a husband for me. Some of them demanded exorbitant dowry. Some
of them were less educated than I by miles. All those scoundrels have
one common qualification, they all are from our caste.’ She stopped
For next four days,
she used to come to Vikash’s room after 11 PM and used to leave by
4 AM. Those were not only physical meetings but those meetings were
meetings of souls and spirits. Both of them were happy.
In the early morning
of the last day, Avantika told Vikash, ‘Finally I am able to taste
the fruits of happiness of a lady. Due to our togetherness, if I am
going to be a mother, I shall be one of the happiest women on the
earth. Even if I am not that lucky, I shall cherish the memories of
these four nights and five days for the rest of my life. Thank you
for giving me so much happiness for the last few days.’
She hugged Vikash
for some time and left his room silently before whole world gets up
for welcoming another day.
of Twenty Years Ago
Vikash proposed to
hire a taxi to the airport for both of them. But Avantika whispered,
‘Do not accompany me in public. You have a family. I do not have.
But I do not want somebody informs your wife about our proximity. I
love you from my heart. I do not want to be a reason for unhappiness
of your married life.’
She hired a taxi
along with two other lady officers. Vikash took another one and
followed her taxi.
At one junction, due
to red light, Vikash taxi had to wait extra two minutes when the taxi
Avantika was travelling, sped away. After few minutes, to the utter
horror of his life, Vikash found that the taxi hired by Avantika was
mowed down by a heavily loaded truck. The backside of the taxi was
completely smashed. The damage of the taxi was severe where Avantika
was sitting. When he reached the spot, he saw Avantika was bleeding
profusely from her nose.
Avantika and shifted to his taxi and ordered the driver to take them
to the nearest hospital. Vikash put Avantika’s head on his lap and
said, ‘Do not worry. You will be alright.’
‘Vikash, I am not
going to survive. Still I am very happy today. I am happy to leave
the world with a satisfaction that I am dying on your lap. I am
thankful to God for getting true love from you.’ She tried to smile
Before Vikash could
say something, she closed her eyes. Vikash reached the hospital only
to hear, ‘The patient was brought dead.’
There was pin drop
silence in the room. Even Ananta did not dare to break the silence.
Tears from Vikash’s eyes were flowing like river in a rainy season,
but without any sound.
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 New Delhi.
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