Guest guest Posted September 1, 2011 Report Share Posted September 1, 2011 He met her without knowing he would. Rather he was totally unaware of her existence until then.It was just a incidental meeting. There are so many things happening in the world which nobody knew would happen. So this was one such thing. He went there because someone had asked him to. She was not beautiful in the conventional sense. She was delicately built, not very fair and had short curly hair. The face was certainly engaging. But her manner was the most appealing. She talked easily and confidently. There was no hint of any anxiety at meeting a stranger who had arrived unannounced. On the contrary, he was a bit nervous in her company. Yet he liked being with her. Finally, he took his leave. He knew that he had met a nice person. So what? You do run into nice people from time to time. Anyway, it was not an extraordinary event. That is how he felt. He decided not to think about it anymore. Moreover, he did not expect to see her again. They lived in different places. As it is, there was nothing that could have taken him back to her. As time passed, things took a different turn. The memory of that meeting with her was never really erased from his consciousness. A strange feeling lingered in his mind. Or, it was perhaps in his heart. She had left an impression on him. Her image, though hazy, often floated in his eyes. Sometimes, her face, definite in its features, used to monopolise his thoughts. It was difficult to ununderstand what was happening. It was slightly disconcerting because nothing was supposed to happen in the first place. Whatever it was, it gave him a pleasant feeling. He asked himself questions. Was it possible for a woman to enchant a man so much? He did not believe what was happening because he had met her only once. Was it right for him to search for any meaning when his mind was full of vague thoughts. She was endearing, all right. But why was he so fascinated? Was infatuation the right word for that attraction? It was clear he had been unable to forget her. He wanted to see her again. He had to do something. So he wrote her a letter. It was a letter with the silly things a man sometimes says to a woman. There was no reply. But it was not expected either. At least, not soon. When he still did not get a reply, a sense of heaviness descended on him. However, he got on with other things in life. One day he found a few letters the postman had slipped under he door. He read the letters from people known to him first. He tore open the last envelope. There was a New Year greeting card inside. She had sent it. It was a nice card, as almost all cards are. Then he looked carefully. There was a note too. It was written neatly. Perhaps, she wanted to appear careful in conveying her response to his letter. He read the note. And, read it again a few times. He was disappointed, but could not suppress a smile. The note read: I would, if I could; but I can't, so I won't. Bharat Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted September 2, 2011 Report Share Posted September 2, 2011 Kuch Kuch Hota Hai !! Bhai wah! Padhkar 20-25 saal poorani Dil ki haalat yaad aa gayee jab bahut see kanyaaon ko dekh kar lagta thaa....Bhai wah!!Very beautifully written and delicately expressed bharat...maza aa gaya. Likhte raho Munna Bhai! Ashish'83 ________________________________ To: mgims <mgims > Sent: Thursday, September 1, 2011 3:24 AM Subject: Woh Kaun Thi?                            He met her without knowing he would. Rather he was totally unaware of her existence until then.It was just a incidental meeting. There are so many things happening in the world which nobody knew would happen. So this was one such thing. He went there because someone had asked him to. She was not beautiful in the conventional sense. She was delicately built, not very fair and had short curly hair. The face was certainly engaging. But her manner was the most appealing. She talked easily and confidently. There was no hint of any anxiety at meeting a stranger who had arrived unannounced. On the contrary, he was a bit nervous in her company. Yet he liked being with her. Finally, he took his leave. He knew that he had met a nice person. So what? You do run into nice people from time to time. Anyway, it was not an extraordinary event. That is how he felt. He decided not to think about it anymore. Moreover, he did not expect to see her again. They lived in different places. As it is, there was nothing that could have taken him back to her. As time passed, things took a different turn. The memory of that meeting with her was never really erased from his consciousness. A strange feeling lingered in his mind. Or, it was perhaps in his heart. She had left an impression on him. Her image, though hazy, often floated in his eyes. Sometimes, her face, definite in its features, used to monopolise his thoughts. It was difficult to ununderstand what was happening. It was slightly disconcerting because nothing was supposed to happen in the first place. Whatever it was, it gave him a pleasant feeling. He asked himself questions. Was it possible for a woman to enchant a man so much? He did not believe what was happening because he had met her only once. Was it right for  him to search for any meaning when his mind was full of vague thoughts. She was endearing, all right. But why was he so fascinated? Was infatuation the right word for that attraction? It was clear he had been unable to forget her. He wanted to see her again. He had to do something. So he wrote her a letter. It was a letter with the silly things a man sometimes says to a woman. There was no reply. But it was not expected either. At least, not soon. When he still did not get a reply, a sense of heaviness descended on him. However, he got on with other things in life. One day he found a few letters the postman had slipped under he door. He read the letters from people known to him first. He tore open the last envelope. There was a New Year greeting card inside. She had sent it. It was a nice card, as almost all cards are. Then he looked carefully. There was a note too. It was written neatly. Perhaps, she wanted to appear careful in conveying her response to his letter. He read the note. And, read it again a few times. He was disappointed, but could not suppress a smile. The note read: I would, if I could; but I can't, so I won't. Bharat Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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