“How can I forget her ?”

“How can I forget her ?” -(PART 1 of 2)

I thought that writing is a difficult job for me ,but…
I feel easy to write about the real incidents happened, in my life and around me.
(May be I can not write anything other than that ,no?)
This is also one of those kinds.

Story of a pretty innocent teenage girl.

How can I forget her?
She was in my life for hardly one or two hours, but still I regret that I could have given her a life.
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Once we were on vacation in Kerala and always my most interesting hobby is driving through the unknown roads by seeing all the greenery around. And that day Renu also joined with me.
When we passed a small city, Renu remembered something and told me to stop the vehicle. She told me that there is somewhere her old teacher lives and she want to meet her after a long time and to give her a surprise visit.
I said okay and easily she spotted a small yellow painted old house before the next turning.
We stopped the vehicle just in front of the gate and went inside. Renu knocked the door while I was searching for the door bell that I couldn’t find.
After a minute a young pretty looking girl opened the door.
Renu told me, that must be Chinnu, teachers only daughter.
She asked her, “hay chinnu, did you remember me?”
Chinnu didn’t like that addressing and replied, “I am not chinnu I am Aparna?” Who are you?
Oh sorry for that Aparna, I am your mothers old student, could you please call her?
She looked both of us and went inside with out giving a smile also.
Renu told me, I am sure that is chinnu only; she was only four years old when Renu saw her last time and she has grown up after around thirteen years. Now she couldn’t recognize Renu.
I thought it is correct, time has changed Renu also a lot, now she is not looking like the naughty girl that I met first time in college and I was in doubt that teacher can recognize her or not.
But teacher came out and proved that my doubts are in wrong place, she immediately recognized her and hugged her with surprise. Then Renu introduced me also to her. Teacher was very happy that we visited her after a long time.
I was planned to spend there only a fifteen minutes, but we couldn’t deny teachers invitation to stay for some time and have a lunch with them. We spent some happy hours with them by remembering the memories of school days and sharing new stories.
Teacher’s life has been miserable after her husband’s death and now she is retired also.
Now her only aim is to give a good education to her only daughter Aparna (she is the same girl, chinnu was the pet name in childhood) and to give her hands to some good boy.
That is the only dream she has now and she is financially troubling a lot after her retire and trying to manage Aparna’s education expenses with the pension amount and a small amount she is earning by taking tuition of some high school students. I saw tears in her eyes when she tells that. My mind gets disturbed terribly when I see that in anybody’s eyes.

But I was wondering about the behavior of Aparna. They said she is a plus two student, and she looks like a smart and beautiful girl with very innocent looking face. But unlike that some thing missing in her character and she didn’t talk to us anything and looked always like depressed.
I asked about her studies just for the sake of breaking silence, but she didn’t entertain that and limited her answer in two words and she was only sitting and watching both of us.
Renu didn’t notice anything while busy talking to her old teacher.
What ever it may be, let it be their own business. I just skipped out and lighted up a cigarette.
After a tasty lunch we told them good bye and moved my car and saw them going behind……..
from my mind also… I am not going to see them again any more.
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But faith was different……. I saw her again,

The same day evening I was busy replying some business mails, heard the phone ringing. I looked around for Renu, and couldn’t find her.
So I went and took the phone, that was a female voice that I couldn’t recognize.
I asked again, Hello, may I know who is this?
There was a very soft voice, “I am Aparna, didn’t you remember?”
“No, which Aparna?”
“The same Chinnu, today you came to our house?”
“Hay Aparna, what a surprise, is this you, okay, hold on I will call Renu now.”
“No, please don’t call her?”
‘Then, what?”
“I want to talk to you only.”
“What are you telling, you want to talk to me? “
“Yes, it is something very important and please don’t tell Renu about this.”
I wondered what she has to tell me, I met her today only and I have no other relations with her. But I felt a severe tension in her soft and nervous voice
I asked her calmly,
“What happened Aparna, tell me?”
“Could you please come in front of GCDA complex tomorrow morning at 10 o’ clock, I have an urgent matter to tell you.”
What is this, it seems pretty madness, what to tell her?
She asked again, ‘could you please come?’
“Okay I will come. “
I don’t know why did I say that at that moment.
“Thank you, I will be waiting there, but please don’t tell anybody.”
She cut the phone.
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Continues…..


“How can I forget her ?” -(PART 2 of 2)

I shut down my computer and sat down in such a dilemma, what to do or not to do?
What may be the reason she is calling me?
May be she is having any love at first sight to me, we don’t know young girls, what they are thinking.
Che che what I am thinking, I am a married man , quiet impossible, she know that also.
Then what?
She must be in some kind of trouble and need my help or may be need some money.
That must be the reason, I assumed. But why me?
After half an hour thinking, I decided not to tell Renu about this. Why to give her a head ache, if I can solve this myself.
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I reached in front of the complex almost the same time what she said.
I saw her waiting in the parking before I reach there. I parked my car and walked to her.

“Hay Aparna nice to meet you again, tell me what is the problem you have?”

Instead of giving answer she invited me to the back side of the complex to sit and talk where empty benches are available in the marine drive.
We sat on an empty bench and I was looking to her face with enthusiasm.
A few moments of silence and I felt a starting trouble for her.
I tried to comfort her and asked her to speak friendly and consider me like a friend or elder brother and tell me whatever she wants to tell.
She broke the silence and started talking.
But the story was a shocking one for me.
She had an affair with a boy who was working in a ladies fancy shop near to her school for more than a year and she believed it was a real love and she dreamed that they will be living together at a time everybody agree them to do that.
She dreamed that all in her immature mind and was trapped in the words and fascination of him.
Once in some moment where she couldn’t resist him and she had all the kinds of physical relations also with him.
But the boy was not a kind of person what she was thinking.
He took many naked photos of her and kept in his custody.
She become shocked by seeing his friends with him when she went to there secret place next time, and he asked her to share fun with them also.
It was insufferable for a girl like her, and she tried to escape from them.
But she was already in side there tight nets.
That incident broke her heart and pushed her in to mere depression.
Recently he started blackmailing her by showing her naked photos and sending photos to her email and asking her to co-operate with them, otherwise they threaten her that they will expose all her photos in internet or distribute in college.
And that was her dilemma that she was not able to tell anybody this matter and nobody was there to help her.
Now she found a last hope after seeing me, and she thought I am a strange person to the village and looks like a decent man and may be I am going to help her.
She explained me a new way to help her.
Just go with her to his place and she will tell him that I am her fiancé and our marriage is been fixed.
And I have to tell him that I knew everything and I accepted all her faults and agreed to marry her. And ask him not to make any trouble and give the photos back and don’t come again in our ways.
I also thought it is a good idea, may be he will not make any trouble if he knows that people are there with her.
But how can I go with her for this purpose.
I will be in trouble and day by day similar cases are there in news papers and I didn’t want my name will get spoiled if something goes wrong.
So I didn’t want to agree her suggestion, instead consoled her and advised her not to worry, this is happening for many girls now a days. And what he can do? Now days so many morphing techniques are there, anybody can create the naked photos of anybody. So don’t worry about that and forget that chapter.
“Don’t go and meet him.”
She found very depressed again by hearing my negative replies.
But what to do, I had no other choices to take.
Going to police or any other officials will cause her name to come out with big publicity and that will spoil her life and the respect of her mother.
We took a juice together and I dropped her to bus stand.
I went back to home with a disturbed mind, again some worries about her.
Should I have to tell this to Renu. I decided not to tell her, that was the final request from Aparna.
I heard the phone ringing again while taking our dinner, Renu went and took the phone, but there was nobody on the line.
It happened twice again, I got a doubt that may be Aparna is calling.
I got an unknown feeling in my mind and so much of worries about that innocent girl.
Renu was also noticed the worries in my face and asked many times, finally I decided to tell her that, to get a relief for my mind.
After hearing all the stories, she was little angry to me because of not telling her when her first call came.
I told her the reason that I didn’t do that.
After a lot of thinking she came up with a strong decision that I couldn’t take.

She told me to go with her tomorrow and see that boy and get all the photos and warn him to not disturb her any more.
She said this is the case of the life of a young girl, “we can’t avoid it just like that ayyan, and more over she is the only daughter of my dearest teacher and you also heard that how much she is suffering for her and she is living only for her.”
“So you must go tomorrow and do that Ayyan please”
Yes, what she says is correct, I should go and now I am the only person responsible to save her.
I decided that and slept with a peaceful mind.
We were eagerly waiting for her call from the morning but she didn’t call.
Then Renu decided to call her house.
First two times the ring was going on but nobody took the phone..
Third time somebody took but that was not Aparna or teacher, it was a male voice.
Renu gave phone to me, I asked. “Is this teacher’s house?”
Yes who is this?
I am her friend, can I get her?
He said, how can I give her now, didn’t you know everything?
What everything? No I didn’t know?
Her daughter committed suicide yesterday night.
What?
Phone dropped down from my hands and I sat on bed with out any voice.
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Dear Aparna, forgive me …forgive to this bad world.
I didn’t tell this story to anybody, if I do, may be I can put that boy in jail, but I didn’t want to spoil the respectful life that both of them lived so far, and what else ,Aparna has gone and she is not going to come back. And I believe that a judge and court is there better than all the judges in the world and he will give punishment to him.
I put them behind my memories …
I am not going to see her again any more….its sure….
I forgot her also………

“An Amazing Lost and found Story !!”

Things that you have earned with your own efforts with out hurting anybody will never leave you, or they will come back to you even if you lost it.
That is my belief.
There are some examples in my life and I want to share with you.
Any body can think about a suitcase with all valuable items lost in the big city of Madras, and is it possible to get it back?

Once I went to Madras (Now it is Chennai) for an interview. I caught an auto from Madras central to the hotel where the interview takes place. I was very tired after a long train journey. So before getting in to the auto, I took some soft drinks from one busy shop near railway station. But after drinking I forgot to take my suitcase with all my money and all my original certificates inside. I kept it just in front of the shop and quickly entered in auto and went to the hotel where the interview was going on with my handbag only in hand.
There was a lot of tension in my head and I was in hurry also, so I could not immediately notice about the missing suitcase and I waited in the reception for more than three hours. I remembered that only when they announced my name as the next candidate. I was looking for the certificates and shocked by seeing no suitcase and certificates besides me.
Immediately I ran out but couldn’t remember where I missed it.
I just walked all the way behind with out any aim.
I searched all the reception and in front of the hotel, I couldn’t find it.
Then I got a doubt that it may be there in the railway station or may be in that shop where I had the drinks.
But now almost four hours passed, how it will be there now in this big city?
Impossible!!!
And no money to catch an auto again, for safety I kept my purse also inside the suitcase and kept a hundred rupee note only in my pocket, damn it !! that I gave to that auto driver also.
I sat down beside the road on a cement wall with all my energy lost.
I felt like all my life is gone, what I can do with out my all certificates ?, how can I go back? Who is there to help me in this big city?
May be I have to beg somebody even for going back.

I was totally upset and sat there for a few minutes without any hope and looking on ground.

I looked in front by hearing a call. That was a beggar boy around the age of twelve or thirteen. He was standing in front of me and asking me money showing his hand.
I looked to his hand, there was a one rupee coin.
I checked in my pocket, and found only a one rupee coin.
That was the only one left in my pocket.
What is the use of keeping it there, let it also go…
I thought like that in desperation.
I put it on his hand and said, “Now you are more richer than me, I become poor , I have nothing in my hands”
He looked on my face with unbelief, and then asked in Tamil.
“You look like a rich man, then where all your money gone?”
“Yes boy, I was rich, but I lost my suitcase somewhere near railway station”

He didn’t say anything for a moment and started walking, but suddently turn around and told me something unexpected from him.
“Sir, don’t worry sir, your bag must be still there only where u kept it, go fast and take it”
That time one bus came and stopped near us.
He put that one rupee coin back to my hand and again put one more coin, that was his earning and said.
“Sir, get in this bus, you can reach railway station with this two rupees, go fast”
I was not in a state to give any reply, but I got some energy from his words and ran to the bus and got in.
I reached railway station in half an hour.

How luckily I found my suitcase was still there in the same place where I kept.
No body even touched it.
So many people were rushing all the way around, but nobody noticed that suitcase luckily, or I think it was still under the custody of god.
I returned back in an auto again. Before reaching the hotel I searched for that boy everywhere near the bridge to give him some money for my pleasure.
But I couldn’t find him.
That was an amazing experience.
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Once again I missed some valuable items.
That was a very expensive camera and the set of printout photos taken by that camera.
I received all the printouts from a studio and unfortunately put camera also inside that cover, then we went for a long shopping all over Kuwait city and Malia city.
After a long shopping in many shops we returned home and checked all bags and found camera and photos were missing.
I couldn’t remember where I kept it and it is very difficult to go and check in many shops. But I joked to Renu keeping in mind my previous experience that not to worry; I will get it back definitely.
But I didn’t have any hope.
But that also happened amazingly!!

After around three months, we were doing again another shopping in Kuwait city and went to one sari shop. Renu started selecting saris, after some time that shop owner called me and I went near to him. Then he took a photo and looked on my face and confirmed something.
Then gave me our old cover with camera and all photos are safe in that and said that he got that cover on that day inside the shop.
But he was a good man and didn’t take it to home. Instead he kept it there only and observing everybody coming to the shop and expected to return once when the real owner arrives.
We told many thanks to that honest shop owner.
That was a happy moment to see some good people are still in our world.

These incidents taught me one thing. Don’t fear about any losses when it happens.
Any thing you earned THROUGH GOOD AND TRUE WAY WITHOUT CHEATING OR HURTING ANYBODY will never lose from you. If you lost also, it will come back to you, or god will bring it back to your hands.

With lots of love,
Ayyan

“Story of a rose”

Now I have a rose garden in my house, but I told my family that our garden is not only for us but also for all the children around, if any of them comes for flowers, let them take as much as they want, and don’t close the gate against them. I love to see the blooming of joy and happiness in their faces. That is more beautiful than the beauty of the blooming of a rose.

When I was a child, I wanted a rose flower, not a bouquet of flowers, only a single rose flower. But I didn’t get it. You may think, what is in that? That’s only a flower, but it affected my little heart deeply and still not a faded memory.

This happened in my childhood when I was a twelve year old boy, but I can still remember that.
We were living in a small rented house in a small city and there was no place for making a courtyard or making a garden in our house. But still my young sister was very fond of flowers, when she was at the age of three or four.
So where ever I see a flower I used to remember her and bring one for her to see the brightness and joy on her face when she see that.
But she was always asking me about a “rose” flower and telling that she heard about rose flower from somebody and thinking that rose is the most beautiful flower in the world. And she was asking me everyday to bring a rose flower, if it is possible.
But actually in our area at that time it was very difficult and rare to get a rose flower. I have seen one or two in the near by houses, but I know they are not going to give me if I ask also.
But still I was searching for that.
After hearing her request everyday, I promised her that “I will some how bring it on your next birthday as a birthday gift. Until then you keep quiet and don’t ask me again, okay.”
She agreed that and then never asked again. And I was looking beside all the roads everyday to find out a single rose, but I could not get it. Her birthday was nearing; I had to find it out some how. So one holiday I took my bicycle and went out to our city. After roaming many places I found it in one place.
That wasn’t a house, but a very big bungalow, resembles a palace made of white marbles.
All the sides where covered by tall fences and a big locked gate also.
I looked inside through the holes on the gate and amazed by seeing a heaven of roses. Not only one or two but so many, in the parking shed, all over the courtyard, on the fence every where roses……… a million of roses. I have seen that many roses there only in my life. But how to get it, I waited there patiently and after some time I saw a very old woman was walking in the long courtyard, she may be a servant or somebody, I don’t know. I called her and asked…

“Mom, could you please give a rose flower to me?”
She looked me and asked.
“Who are you boy? Why do you want to pick a rose flower?”
“It is not for me mom, it is for my young sister, day after tomorrow is her birthday, she likes roses very much. So I want to give her it as a gift” I said in a single breath.
She laughed and said. “It is so nice boy, what is in that, you can come day after tomorrow and take as much as you want”
I become happy, finally the search is over and I can definitely give it to her on her birthday.
I returned back to home with a peaceful mind.
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Day after tomorrow…
Our little queen’s birthday has come. Early morning she came to me and asked, “where is my rose, did you forget it, I haven’t asked all these days but I was waiting for today.
Where is it, show me now?”

Poor girl, she was dreaming this only all last night?

I told her. “Who forgot it, I never forgot it and I am going to bring it in a short time, okay”

I promised her again and started with my bicycle.
Before reaching there I saw that old woman was standing near the gate.
By seeing me she invited me inside and told me to pick as many flowers I want.
I told her “I don’t want many, but a single rose only for my sister”
I looked all the heaven of roses at a glance and selected a single beautiful rose and picked it carefully without damaging. That was more than enough for me.
I become very happy and I expressed all my thanks to that kind woman and returned to gate.

Suddenly the door was opened and a fat lady came out.
She saw me standing with a rose holding in my hand.
She become angry and shouted to that old woman.
“Who is this dirty boy picking all our flowers?”
The old woman frightened and said “I told him to pick, he asked only one for her sister”
She shouted again “what?, you don’t have brain, this is not for giving to these dirty boys’
She came out dragged my hands and pull out the flower.
Then what she did was something I never expected. She put that beautiful rose on the floor and then crushed it with her lugs and pushed me outside the gate and locked.
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I stood there for few minutes in that shock…
Then become so sad…
Now what to tell my sister, I know today she is expecting only for this, more than anything.
How can I go without this?
How can I find another in this short time?
No, I can’t go back without a rose, I will not go back without a rose.
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At that time I saw a small beautiful yellow flower outside the gate under there big fence. She was looking to my face and calling me.
I went near to that, I felt like she was dancing with the wind to make me happy.
I heard she was telling me “Don’t cry, you are not a dirty boy, I am here for you.”
I picked her very carefully without harming her beautiful leaves and went back to home.
I saw my sister was sitting in front of the house by looking me on the road.
I gave that yellow flower to her and told, “See my cute girl, this is your rose, you have never seen it before no? See how beautiful it is?”
I become a bad boy.
I lied to her on her birthday.

What else I can do?
Some times we are forced to say innocent lies for good reasons, no?

But her face became bright like a full moon and I become happy again by seeing that blooming of joy on her face. She hugged me and gave a smooth kiss on my face.
I felt that unknown yellow flower is more beautiful than all those roses I have seen in that house.
No, that is the most beautiful flower ever I have seen in the whole world.

With lots of love,
Ayyan.

“Anjali, our Anjali”

I am also living in this hot desert, but I am lucky to have a cool breeze here, my loving wife Renuka and our cute little daughter Anjali, (she is an angel, with long curly hair and blue eyes), also one more person, our servant Kamala (no, she is not a servant, but one of our family member)

I am not a writer, I write only project reports and official letters.
Please forgive me if it is boring to read.
But still I want to write a few words about our Anjali..
Story of an unlucky girl.
That will give a relief to my distressing memories.

When I start writing, my mind flows thirteen years back….
The big city Bombay (now it is Mumbai)…
I was transferred to Bombay from our Dubai office for a short term assignment in Bombay. I went and checked the accommodation facilities found satisfactory and then went back to home town in Kerala for bringing my wife.
After two weeks I came back with Renu and started a new life in Bombay.
It was very joyful at that time, work was only half day and then outing to city, cinemas, picnic, boating and enjoying life.
But we had only one sorrow that was not getting the luck of being a mom and dad after two years of marriage.
That time our conservative families were very strictly looking this matter and she was facing a lot of mental agony.
But as long as she was with me, she was happy.
We forgot everything in our own world.
Our apartment was in Kalina, and beside our area there was a slum were many poor people resides.
One fine day when we came back to home after outing, there was a middle aged woman (was looking older than actual because of her poor appearance) was standing in front of our gate. We didn’t notice her and went inside.
Before closing door she called us and asked in Tamil. “Sir, koncham uthavi panna mudiyuma?” (Sir could you give me a help?)
What? I asked.
Sir, ethavathu oru velai kedakkuma?enna vela venannalum pannalam sir.
She said she was desperately searching for a job and having no money to survive with her family.
What to do? I asked my wife. She was actually happy to get somebody in the house because she was feeling alone in the strange city at day time.
So I accepted her to come from tomorrow and didn’t ask anything about her payment.
I thought if it is a help for her poor family, I was happy to do that even there was no need to keep a maid for us.
Then Kamala (that was her name) started coming to our home and we knew all her stories. That was really pathetic. She was living in a small village near Madhurai and in her young age she fell love with a stranger who came for job in her village. She knew her family never allows marrying a stranger, so night to night she came to Bombay with her lover. She said, after came to Bombay she become pregnant and delivered a baby girl and lived happily for one year. Then after that something strange happened (that she never told us) and her husband left her and disappeared somewhere. Still she doesn’t know where he is after five years. Now she is doing some house maid jobs and surviving with her daughter. We felt upset and very sad about her.
Days passed...
One fine day after one month...
That was a Sunday; we were on off mood and relaxing, heard the bell ringing.
I went and opened the door, that was kamalam; she came for asking some money.
Suddenly I found somebody hiding behind her.
I asked, who is that cute girl hiding behind you?
Kamalam pulled her out and said, “She is Anjali, my daughter”
I surprised by seeing her, she was not looking like a slum girl; she was an angel faced girl with curly hair and blue eyes.
“That was Anjali”



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By the time Renu also came out and she also liked Anjali very much. Anjali came out from her initial shyness within a short time and became our little friend.
Renu also liked her very much and asked Kamala to bring her everyday.
Slowly Anjali entered in our hearts with out permission, she becomes our great happiness.
We were very happy to be with her, play with her and sing with her…..
At one moment we thought that if Anjali is our daughter, how happy we will be in the rest of our life.
But one thing I was worrying about. She was already six years old and never started going to school. But without asking I knew that Kamala has no money to send her to school or there was nobody to help her for doing that. So Anjali was also living with many similar children in that slum.
I discussed with Renu very seriously about this. Shall we help her for going to school?
But the issue was we came for only six months and already three months passed. Now we have only three months left with them. So how can we take that responsibility, if I help her to start doing school, who will take care after we leave? That was a question.
But still we didn’t want to leave them alone.
Finally we took a decision to take them with us to Kerala.
We discussed everything with Kamala. She was more than happy to hear that and always ready to come with us.
We knew that we are becoming her gods in her eyes.
Meanwhile we went for a short trip to Kerala and discussed this with my family also, they agreed because they were also looking for a housemaid.
Then I talked about the admission issues with one of my relative who was the committee member of a reputed residential school. She heard all the stories and agreed that she will arrange everything for Anjali’s admission as a special case.
We become very happy and returned to Bombay again.
Renu was very eager to inform Kamala and Anjali about this and very happy to think that we are not leaving Anjali in this dirty slum, but she is going to come with us.
We came back to Bombay and told the happy news to Kamala and Anjali.
Kamala said Anjali was very unhappy for one week when we were not there.
She become very happy by seeing us and never wanted to go back from our house.
Kamala also started a dream that never before, her daughter is going to start living a new life that she never expected before.
We saw that thanks giving always in her eyes.
Anjali become a part of our picnics and pleasure trips, we took her new dresses and she stayed with us always in our house like our daughter. We never wanted to see her in her old slum again.
One day Renu asked me, if I can not be a mother, shall we adopt her as our daughter?
I laughed and replied her ‘okay, you can be her mummy and let Kamala be her amma”
Days passed fastly...
Now we have only one more week to go in Bombay, after that we are leaving this big city. But we are not going alone, Anjali will be with us.
That was the happiest part of thinking.
Mean while my assignment completed and received settlement and return air tickets to Kerala after three days. But I cancelled the air tickets and booked four train tickets for Kamala and Anjali also.
There are three days left, what to do? We decided to go to Goa for a trip and booked a honeymoon cottage. As this trip is in a honeymoon mood and distance is also more, so we decided not to take Anjali with us.
We told Kamala that we will come back after two days and third day we all will go to Kerala. So take care of our house and make all the arrangements for the travel.
Two days stay in Goa was very pleasure; we enjoyed a lot site seeing, beach walking, night dances…enjoyed a lot.
Second day we returned from Goa and reached to our house at late night.
Our gate was locked; we thought Kamala and Anjali might have gone back to her home after waiting a long time.
We opened it, went inside and went for sleeping immediately due to the tiredness of a long journey.
We wake up morning very late because of yesterday’s tiredness.
The time is already nine, where is Kamala?
She usually comes before seven o’ clock. What happened? Renu worried, she was eager to see Anjali.
Time passed again, now its is 12 o’ clock. They didn’t come.
Where are they, I also felt something bad.
We have to leave, our train is at 5 o’clock, and Renu was in tension.
I told her not to worry; I will go and enquire about them.
But really I was not aware about where is her house.
I had only an idea about the location by her words. Still I decided to search.
Some how after one hour search I reached an inside corner of that big slum.
Somebody shown me Kamala’s house. That was not like a house; just a small place under a staircase of an old damaged building covered with polythene sheets and had a tin sheet door also.
Some old people were standing before her house and talking something seriously. I heard some weeping sound inside the house. Is that kamala?
Suddenly somebody came and asked me “are you looking for Kamala?”
Yes” I told.
“Oh...sir, this is her house…are you from police?’
“No..why? police.. What happened?”
“Oh..you didn’t know? Her daughter is missing from yesterday”
“What?” Our Anjali…is missing...

Continues…



I become numbed. I couldn’t hear what they were saying after that, I didn’t see anything for some time…
Immediately I become conscious and asked them what happened and went inside to see Kamala. She was laying in the bed looks half conscious.
By seeing me she started crying again by calling Anjali. I told her not to worry, we will find out her somehow.
I came to know how the incident happened. Anjali was there in front of our house yesterday evening; probably she was looking to road and waiting for our arrival. Kamala was somewhere inside doing some work. That time she had been abducted by some stranger, but nobody saw that, and no eye witness, what to do?
I was not able to tell this to Renu, but I had to tell her that. She also becomes shocked by hearing that. I cancelled all the tickets and immediately took all the possible actions to trace out the girl. We brought Kamala to our house and Renu tried to console her.
I was also new in the big city and didn’t know how to manage such a situation and there were nobody else to help us.
But I think, I tried all possible ways to trace her, but we failed...
Police was not much co operative, may be they are hopeless to trace a little girl in the million people city...
We stayed there three more weeks and personally went through all the roads nearby and searched each and every beggar groups and wandering people.
But we never found our Anjali…
When the days passed…we become hopeless..
Where she has gone?
Who took her out?..All questions are still unanswered..
Finally we decided to leave that city, but what about Kamala?
By the time she was in a much mentally depressed state, Renu also didn’t want to leave her alone. So we took her with us and returned back to Kerala.
When the train started moving. I looked back once again; our Anjali may be there some where in this big crowd….Anjali, please forgive us…
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Years passed….
I left Dubai and came to Kuwait, brought my family to Kuwait and brought Kamala also…
After seven years of treatment, surgeries and prayers, Renu become pregnant and we got our first baby girl….
We named her “Anjali”
Now she is five years old…she looks almost similar to our old Anjali. She is also looking like an angel with her curly hair and blue eyes.
But more than that she is the luckiest girl in the earth, because of having two loving mothers…
Her mummy Renu and her amma Kamala...
“That is our Anjali”
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But when ever Anjali’s haunting memories come to my mind, I get depressed. If she is alive, she is eighteen years of age…where is she now?
With any beggar groups, …or in any brothel home….
I don’t want to think about that…
Still if I see any beggar groups we search for Anjali hopefully, but we never found her.
How unlucky she is…if she was safe for a few more hours, she would have got a colorful life with us and studying in the top English school..
Really unlucky girl...

“Anjali, we love you, we will never forget you”

With lots of love,
Ayyan.

"Happy Married Lives"

It is very difficult to analyze the real character of a person even if we stay with them a long time also.
My experience proved that, I want to tell you a strange story. (I don’t want to break the trust of any body and also I don’t want to break anybody’s married life, so I am not mentioning the real names of these characters)

Before telling the story, I want to welcome everybody to my office.
The first thing I have is a nice secretary, she is Ani.
She is the heartbeat of our office, being as a secretary she take care of the whole office and all the people in the office. That is her ability, I admit it, and if she is absent the whole office is sleeping.
Then I want to tell you about one handsome and smart guy in our office, he is Rakesh.
He is a friend of everybody and always in happy mood and smart. It is really interesting and time passing to talk with him.
But his wife is direct opposite, she is Supriya, she is also working in this office only as a computer operator.
She is a very cute looking innocent girl but not expressive to everybody, always sitting in her place only and very rarely coming out of her place only to take lunch I think.
She doesn’t even talk to her husband also at the office hours, so nice personality.
Our Ani’s husband is a purchase manager in another well known company here in Kuwait.
That is the story he told everybody, but recently Rakesh made some investigation in that matter and he informed me the result of his secret mission.
He found that the story of purchase manager is fake and her husband is actually only a driver in that company. But when ever he comes in our place he is always in a manager's get up only. What ever it may be, I don’t want to listen all this scraps!!!!

But I know one thing about Supriya, even if she is not talking to many people, but still she is a close friend of Ani. Always coming for lunch together and I found them sitting and talking for a long time.
If I write like this, I have to write about many interesting personalities in our office. But I will write next time about them, because only these characters are appearing in this episode of my office story.

That day was a very busy day and there were so much of tensions from the morning.
I was able to manage all those, but I became tired due to the high fever started hitting me.
I wanted to go back to home and take rest, but was not in a situation to do, because of an important meeting with important clients scheduled after noon.
One of my colleagues noticed my tiredness and advised me to go and take rest in his room at least one or two hours and he said he will inform me before the client’s arrival.
I agreed that because he was staying in a bachelor’s villa very near to our company where as my flat was very far from company.
I went to his villa and opened his room, it was a nice big room and three more rooms on the same floor inside a single floor and the hall was common for all.
I found all other rooms were locked and nobody was there. There also our employees are living but all of them are in office now.
So it is peaceful to sleep for one hour, I thought.
Immediately I went to bed and fell asleep.

After half an hour I heard a female voice and got up from sleep.
It was coming from the hall just outside my room. I tried to listen carefully, it was a known voice but I was not able to hear anything clearly.
Still I wondered who may be there in this bachelor’s building.
What business is going on?
Then I thought it is none of my business. What ever it may be, I didn’t want to open the door and check it.
After a few minutes the sounds disappeared. Then I fell asleep again.
I woke up again after one hour and felt all silent again.
I went to the hall and sat there for five minutes.

Then very unexpectedly that happened.
The door just in front of my room was opened and two people came out.
With out thinking that a person sitting in the hall, they came out and trapped in front of me.
I couldn’t have imagined about them, if I heard this story from somebody else.
But I had to believe that, because it happened straight in front of my eyes.
They were Ani and Rakesh.
It was a normal practice for them.
I thought that was the reason that many days she used to ask permission for going out one hour and she was telling the reasons that some functions in her kids school or something related to her kids.
Now they have been caught red handed!!!
But I become shocked by seeing both of them.
Nobody talked anything for a few minutes.
Suddenly she ran out without telling anything.
But Rakesh stood their only.
I asked him “Rakesh, what’s happening here? How can I believe this?”
I don’t have to write about his situation at that time, everybody can imagine that.
He didn’t reply anything.
I told him to go out and closed the door.
Many thoughts came in to my mind. How he managed to get the key of this room? Who’s room is that? May be that decent fellow also a part of this.

I went back to office with a disturbed mind about thinking of their families.
How this is going to end up in their family life. I don’t have any idea.
My wife is a close friend of Ani and Supriya. How she will react if I tell this to her.
Anyway I decided to call them and talk individually about this.

First I called Ani.
She came to my cabin with out a pleasant mood.
I asked her” I know it is your personal matter, I don’t want to disturb you, but still I need an answer? How can you cheat your husband and your dearest friend?
She told immediately “ I am not cheating anybody, I know very well about my husbands character and many stories about her relations with many girls, so I am not feeling any guilty in this, and Supriyas case, He only approached me, I couldn't resist myself, may be my fault, but personal weakness, once it happened and I couldn't resist.” I will stop doing if you say”

I said” no it is your life and your decision, but what about your kids and family life?

“No problems so far, we live as a happy family still”

“Okay, I am nobody to say anything in this regard; you have the right to decide”

Then I called Rakesh and asked him.

‘Rakesh, did you think about your loving wife?”
He said” I did many times, but you I can’t control myself...I was like this only from the college days.’

“Oh it is so nice, but do you like to see your wife going with somebody like this?”

“No sir, never, no husbands will never like to see that”

“Rakesh, that is a big joke from you, so man can do anything not woman, that’s what you are thinking?

There was no answer for my question and he also left the room.

That made me to think a lot about family and relations.
How close friends Supriya and Ani are, then what is the meaning of friendship and cheating?
Made for each other couples are Rakesh and Supriya, then what is the meaning of trust and love?
I never wanted to reveal any truths to anybody.

“Better not to tell unhappy truths”

Their life goes on still… happy married lives.
But now whenever I see Supriya with Rakesh, I feel pity about her.

What will happen if god will reply there life episode in front of their partners?

Its fun thinking, but definitely not fun for them.


With Lots Of Love,

Ayyan

"AYYAN STORIES"

Dear Friends,
I want to tell you some of my stories.
Like you, I also had some happy days and some unhappy days in my life.
Please stop a while and give a smile to me also.


With lots of love,

Ayyan.