"We grew up so fast...",she mumbled.
"Life teaches so much, Isn't it?"There was a deep voice on the other side of the call.
"Oh come on.Don't cry. It's just that we won't be able to talk much."
"It's not feasible to naa. I mean you are busy with your work. I am busy in my life. Doesn't look nice to give clarification to people about our status. Isn't it?"
"Stop crying please."
"I am not crying."
"Oh yes, Meera you can't fool me! I don't need video chat to feel."
"Say something, dear.I know you are mature."
"I don't want to be."
He laughed and her heart skipped a beat again.
Arunansh Banerjee and Meera Rai.
Childhood friends, best buddies and who were perfect for each other. Yet life had other plans.
Studying in the lovely valley of J&K where their fathers' posted, they both went to the same school and initial college days.
Arunansh was the lean lanky studious guy whom every teacher considered to be the next topper who would make them proud.Introvert and warm personality. Artistic by nature, he was a darling of teachers.
Meera, on the other hand, was the fiery orator who was known for her off-beat take on society, religion and customs.She had an air around her, not of arrogance but don't mess with me kind. Extrovert and confident.Poet at heart, she was apple of her teachers eyes.
Like chalk and cheese they were poles apart, but they were buddies who grew up together.
The moment they were with each other, they had a changed personality. Arunansh could share each and every thing with Meera and Meera needed Arunansh's, "Yes", for her weirdest of ideas!!
They complemented each other, all the way supporting, caring and loving each other.
Time passed and they both shifted to new places along with the transfer of their fathers.
Years passed and in an era of letter and telegrams and black rotatory dialer phones they lost touch.
They were friends, may be just a bit more.
They missed each other, but life kept them on the go.
Arunansh Banerjee was a successful young IT entrepreneur with a charismatic personality. Apart from his work, and small lovely family, his search for Meera kept him busy.
Yes, Meera the fiery orator got a bit mellowed, running an NGO for down trodden woman, she too could make many weak in the knees but none could come at par with image in her heart.She had something missing.
15 years after they lost touch, friends book bought them face to face. It was as if they have never been away.
They had continents in between them but still shared same warmth, affection and understanding. Some things never changed or they might had some thing more to themselves.
"Wow, Arunansh, I never realized that I miss talking to you so much." She admitted the very next day of exchanging their numbers.
"Hmmm, Me too"
"Oh please, get over this Hmmm. Can't you speak proper words?"
"You are talking, I am listening. "
"I want you to , talk too.Tell me about family."
"All well. Mom dad are with me. Shifted to US four years back.Just married last year. Doing good in business too."
"Good. So you married quite recently?. "
"Yes...Was searching for you but alas."
"Don't tell me that you didn't knew this?"
"Ummm.....I was ....I mean...."
"Meera! Don't loose the sheen of our friendship.We can say any thing to each other.Right?"
"Ok, tell me when you are getting married. Enough of of your NGO. Find someone."
"That someone got married Arunansh. No one left for me now."
The duo were busy in their lives and work but took out some time just to have a video chat over their favorite coffee. The aroma and warmth they both shared took every woes of their lives.The two friends shared an unspoken rapport with each other. Its been years they haven't met but the physical presence was not expected by either of them.
But there unspoken rapport started creating rift in the happy world of Arunansh and today they decided to put a brake on their evening coffee sessions.
"You can give me a call or message me any time you need.OK!"
"Shall I put down?"
Life teaches to come over every heart break. The two friends never called each other again.
Meera took up one day in a year to message.
Every year Arunansh phone buzzed on 6 july at 00 hrs IST
Happy Birthday Buddy
Their connection was unbroken.
The chat box had stored 20 birthday wishes. 20 years of care, longing and pain.
6 july 2016
It was way past midnight in India and he was waiting. The chat box didn't flashed her name.
He decided to call finally, after their last conversation.
The phone buzzed and a young voice picked up.
'Hello, is it 98********?"
"Can I talk to Meera please"
"Sorry she isn't available on this number anymore"
"What? She had been using this number since ages. Whom I am talking to?"
"Oh!! I....I never knew she got married.Great. Nice to hear your voice beta."
"I am adopted, but she is my mother"The voice had all the affection n pride for her mother.
"Oh! Stubborn she was.Can I talk to your mother please."
"I told you.she isn't available on this number anymore. "
"She is no More"
"She wanted me to wish you today.But I allowed you to miss her once . I need this connection broken now so that she can rest in peace!"
"Happy Birthday Mr Arunansh Banerjee."
"................" There was a deep sigh of silence.
"Can I put down?"
"Hmmmm....Whats your name?"
"My mother loved to call me....... Arunima!!"
The connection was still unbroken...