How all it started- how all it ended- !!!!
Feb-2-2009
Hell low everyone,
My name is Aashish and this black leather thing on my left hand is a wallet and this black stick on my right hand is a pen (I am right handed). I ain’t drunk. And, did you notice a photograph inside the "black leather thing" on my left hand? Yeah, she is smita, inside my wallet, inside my heart, outside our world….

I saw her today, after five years.

Five years ago ,until I was thirteen, I used to play holy- the festival of colours. And the festival added colors into my life, flying-colours. On that day, an everyone does, I was in a raincoat and my hands inside gloves and my head inside plastic bags. I’d gogs on my eyes. And a big bucket full of red colored water, big pockets full of balloons…… And, out on the road, on a sunny day, with friends, on holy purnima. What else?

I was enjoying, with my friends but all the pedestrians weren’t. Color was a liscense for entering anyones house who loved to play with colours.
I was on the top of one of my friends house. To his house was attached another house and on the top of "another house"was a girl. Not just girl, an angel without wings .she was colorful like a butterfly. I don’t have better things to compare with what she looked like on that day but I can explain her big eyes. Blink….. blink blink blink and she had a balloon in her hand. I could see from her face that she was trying to hit somebody hard on his(could be 'her') back with the balloon. And, she wasn’t noticing me. I guessed from her physical appearance that she must have been of my age, most probably a lill b younger then me…… I was also colourful. Colours smeared all over my face like a circus joker in such a way that, if I'd kicked somebody hard back in his ass and run away, he would (probably)never have cought me again. And,it was a good chance to flirt with somebody…….
A girl, in front of me and I disguised like a ghost, in better words, I was like a stranger-stranger and a balloon on my hand & she turning her back(ummh...) towards me ,then wait for what???
I took the balloon on my right hand (I told you earlier that I am right handed), and aimed at her, you know….. at her… (sorry), And, I gathered all my energy on my hand but when I was about to hit her,in fact hit her's..(hehe), she suddenly turned back and “RUN !!! run for life !!!”-my heart told.
That’s not the climax of my amazement. There’s still more to come but after this short story......
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Our first date:
My school bell rung for the last time of the day at 3:30 and hers at 4:00 our school was just a couple of minutes apart. That day ,I went to meet her for the first time after the first-meet at her house’s top. I did not know what to give and I asked my best friend for suggestion:

“Man I am meeting a girl”
“You said ‘I’ right?”
“Yeah”
“And, you told ‘girl’ right?”
“Yeah, girl”
“Come on stop kidding”
“Did I tell God?”
“Nope”
“Then? Be serious. I’ll explain you later….. for know just know that I am meeting her in her school gate and dunno what to gift”
You know what? I know what…rose, red red rose”
”But she ain’t my girlfriend”
“Then, chocolate. By the way what’s her name?”
“Dunno”
“Then you were kidding."
“No, man..” but before I could explain him, he went away and I too went,away,empty handed.
I waited for five minutes (only) I was very nervous about my looks. My shoes were all dusty and my hair was okey because I’d a short hair, very short infact. Boys weren’t allowed to grow hair in out school. Thaks God!!!!
And she came…. Bag on her back, water bottle in her bag, and a copy in her right hand and a handkerchief in her left hand.As soon i saw her,I don’t even know how but I knew it was she-cho choc ho cho beautiful,cute and chweet I waved at her and called her…….
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Back to the holy festival…..
At the very first meet she drived me crazy. Instead of reacting angrily or trying to run away, she came towards me and whispered Ssssshhhhh….silent. Down, down… on the road, walking”
Frankly, I didn’t get anything. If I were her, I would have said sth. Like this:
Hey you mister. What do you want?” or just simply run away “Ahh… Help” But she ???
I also Blinked …blinkblinkblink and she instantly knew that I needed further explanation.
“""Please hit the man having a P-cap on his head with the balloon. He is down in the street. Please, I beg you.”

Who else wouldn’t have done what she asked to do? A beautiful girl (?) [I hadn’t even seen her real face], begging to do sth instead of being angry, you know ,ordering… I mean pleading to do her a favour….
Till then I had already started to get who she was waiting for on the top of her house turning her back towards me.

It was my first exam-of-heroism. I just wanted to get (A++) or distinction or 1st division at least so, I took the balloon hard on my right hand (you must know why right hand) and marched towards the railing… my hand up in the air… 180? to my height,then 90? to my back and 360? swing and BANG!!! The balloon went at the speed of sound (332 m/s) and collided on the road and I bravely ran away to hide at the speed of light (3*108m/s) i.e. C2 Then ….

Back to the story now.

……I waved and called her.
“Hey Aashish !”-she sang sweetly.
“Hey low …umm… whatsitsname …? Ah, what did you tell your name is?”
“But, I never told my name”
“But you must have a name”-I replied smartly and added “I guess”
”Your guess is right”-she oversmarted me and added-
“I am smita” and again added” “ Ssshhhhh…..silent” and,
she showed me her maths teacher. He looked "okey". For five minutes, we walked and talked.Together. Her home was about 50 meters away from mine (I’d already been there before. Stupid, stop asking when, on the holy-day remembered?), and we’d to separate.
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Again to the holy-purnima. After 2minutes of my "brave" hiding, I came out of the empty drum lying on my friends house top, and I saw that ‘she’ was still dancing, dancing for the last 60*2=120 seconds which meant she was very happy. Then, she turned at me and said “Thank you”.Ouch!! And before I replied “mention not” she gifted me her first gift, guess what?

Kiss? No ! Hug? No !! Slap. Hell No !!! (But near to it ..)
Now I will say it myself. She threw a balloon at me.

People I could have lifted my right hand(you kno why right hand,right?) and revenged (might be ‘repaid’ or ‘counter attacked’ would be a better word) but I wasn’t in that condition because I was hurt , not a ‘hurt’ that would bee seen, not a ‘hurt’ on my cheek, but a ‘hurt on my heart’ .But people smiles comes after tears… wanna know what happened next? Wait…..

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Our second date:
On the very evening of the very day I met the very girl on the very (not very here ,hehe) girl. On the very(lol)school gate, I met her again. That evening, I went to my friend's house, on the top of his house. I didn’t see her so I asked my friend about her:
“Dude, doesn’t Smita come out?”
“Nope, but why?”
“I want to meet her”
“But why”
“Do you speak with her?”
“Nope, But why?”
“But why? Why don’t you talk to her?”
“Because, she doesn’t talk to me”
“You’d better not talk”
“But why?”
“Why do you keep asking ‘But why’? Man? Don’t ask”
But why?”
“Because my temper is high.How did you know her name?”
“I heared her mom calling”
“I see”
“Where? Is she out?”
“No. Wait, wait.. yes”.
I saw her on her out dress, full white dress. She’d a small white puppy on her hands.

“Smita. Hi smita” I waved her.
“Hey , Aashish” She replied and her dog waved his/her(?) tail.
“Hi, he is my friend” my friend spoke in the middle, pointing at me.
“And, your name please”- she asked.
“Ah, he is Abinav, my friend your neighbour”- I told
“Hie, Abinav” – she smiled.
“Hi again”- he smiled, too

“Can I come to your house-top?” asked. She noded.
“Well, you like dogs then?” – I tried to search for a topic to talk .
“No, he likes me and I don’t like dogs. I like only small puppy”
“what’s his name(no more question marks because I knew 'he' was a male now)?”
“Abinav”
“What?”
“No, he is tommy. I was calling Abinav to goin us”
“I see” I told and added “I got to go. See you tomorrow”
“At the school gate again?”
“Well, if you say so..”

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Welcome Back Again !!!
I told you earlier that tears are followed by smiles. After she hit me with the balloon on my cheek, I didn’t react. Just kept mum. And, then the ‘thing’ happened, which every guys of my class would have envied if they were there.
She came towards me, touched softly with her colourful hands on my cheek and sang sweetly “Did that hurt?” and I didn’t reply. Then, she added “I am sorry please forgive me”
After all, my heart ain’t a stone.Infact, I was about to say “Its okie” instantly after she hit me with the balloon but patience pays off. I just said “Its okie.”

And she smiled. I smiled too because I was happy to see that even I could bring a smile on an innocent face. Wow, me!!!

Then she talked and I listened.
“You know, the man, P-cap man ,is my teacher” and before I could react with “what?” she added “I hate him. He is my maths-teacher you know, he is so rude”
“How would I know”-I told to myself.
Then she again added “ Thank you cho much”
“I smiled and said "Okie, welcome, welcome”- Because I didn’t know a better reply.
“And what’s your name?”
“Aashish” I was cho happy that I forgot to ask hers.
Then, I talked and she listened,
“May be you also know, I love science but I hate maths. But I love English but I hate Geography but I love Geography teacher. I read in .. " and this and that and at last I asked-“Where do you read? Which class?”
In Angel Boarding school. Class six. Why don’t you come to my school gate tomorrow at 4 pm and see our maths teacher? Just guess how he looks. Just like monkey” .
But how will I recognize you?You need to wash your face first."
"I will call you.you wash yours.I am going to playu holy the whole day."and I washed mine and wait for her to react but she wouldn't and simply and added -“who is you favorite hero?”
“Rajesh Hamal and yours?”
“Hritik Roshan”

I always tried to act like Hritik Roshan since then. I danced for the first (and last) time of my life on our school parents day in one of Hritik’s songs, trying to dance like him. I nearly fell down the stage. Thanks God, She wasn’t there. We met everyday. We met everyday. Till our 14th date, I didn’t know what to gift, but it was the 15th date I gave her a ‘white-rabbit’ and she gave me nth. Except
“Thank you” and that was enougth for me. I replied “okie, okie, welcome, welcome”

Next day, She gave me “milky bar” .On her first B’day I gave her a “ small-wonder”(or sth like that) (It’s a egg-shaped chocolate with surprise today’s inside) and inside it was a heart shaped-box (she told me so the next day but never showed me) and she kissed me on my cheek. I was shy and didn’t return her kiss. And, she game me “kitkat” I still remember the lines she told:

"I gave white rabbit to all my friends and teachers and gave nth to the maths teacher. I gave kitkat to only susmita (Her best frn, whom I never saw/knew/meet. I wish I had) and you, because I like you both equally." On my 1st B’day , I didn’t met her because she’d gone to her Aunt's house in ktm. And it was the tirst (and last) time we talked to each other on a phone.
“Aashish, its your phone”
“Who?”
“sbd. named shulav but he sounds like a girl”
“May be wants to say happy B’day” – I told & started to wonder if there was any body named ‘shulav’ I knew.
“Hellow”
“Hellow”
“Hellow."
"Hellow"
"Hellow. Who is this?”
“Ssssshhhhh….. silent I am smita. I changed my name and voice too. I put a handkerchief on the speaker” – she whispered.
“Hi shulav”- I spoke louder so that my family member would listen.
“Happy B’day 2 u Aashish…” she sang the whole B’day song on the phone.
“Thank you and same 2 u” I replied after few seconds.”
“Okie, Bye”
“Bye” I said loudly and added “shurav”- After I put down the receiver.

“Who was that?”
“Shurav”- I told because I’d already forgotten the name.
“Who shaurav?”
“Friend”
“Who friend?”
“Shaurav”
“But he told he was shulav”
“He has three names”. I call him “I call him “pintoo”
“But he sounded like a girl”
“He also told, I sound like girl”
Then, I never saw her again she changed her school, didn’t come to mine but went to school thousands of miles away. She went to USA with her family. I knew why she had gone to kathmandus to her Aunts’s home .Till yesterday had been waiting for her to return, putting her picture (which I cut out of her annuat school-magagine) in my wallet.

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Today, I saw her after five years and she doesn’t look like the girl inside my wallet. Her appearance has changed…
I called her today after five years and she doesn’t sing like the girl inside my wallet. Her voice has changed..
I smiled and she laughed after five years. And she doesn’t smile as cheerfully on she used to until my fourteenth B’day. Her smile has changed…
As usual, today, I was on my friend’s house top, teasing her small white puppy (It never grew into a dog) and then I heared some body calling it “Tommy” I couldn't believe my ears.. Then I couldn’t believe my eyes. A girl, as tall as me, peeped through the door, through two square glasses.. Blink..BlinkBlinkBlink. A ‘chusmiss’ blink.
My heart pounded hard as if it was going to bounce off my chest, piering the thoraxic cavity & the left pocket of my shirt. My breath-rate went up higher and higher, my blood pressure rose, my temperature sky rocketed, my feet stammered, and my lips were numb.
“Hey” she said, smita said
“You…You…You… remember me?” I replied and added “smita?”
“Hey, Aashish right?”
“Ya, ya”
“where do you study?”
“In a collage and you” “when did you come back?”
“One week ago. I too read in a ‘college’ Okie got to go. C ya”
She came & went away like an earthquake, just in an instant. I was still nervous. The same symptoms persuaded. Then, tried to remember all those old days:
A girl angel, cute grl, cho cho chweet grl, dressed in a small white frock, small white puppy on her hand, small white rabbit inside her mouth.. white ribbon.. small white shoes & shocks.. and a smile, small white teeth. . A small girl…
Now
A leady ‘chusmis’ lady gorgeous lady, drssed in tight white washed jeans pairs, tight purple T-shirt, cell phone on her hands straightned hair, tall shoes.. where is the smile brother? But still white teeth.. and a addicted .. laugh.."choc ho chusmis and chexy."
Her voice echoed in my ears “1 week ago.. 1 week ago.. one week ago. She came a week ago and didn’t even come to meet me? Why?? Why did I wait for her? What was that inspired me to carry her picture in my wallet for five whole years? Did I like her? Love her? Miss her? Want her? I don’t know..

I had a dream like in a movie, when we meet, we could meet like cupids, like a hero meets a heroine(is the spelling correct) in a airport :-
“In slow motion.. both running.. she dressed in a kurtha salwal and me in formal dress.. and the guard-gun-men in airport, running toward us.. her salwal up in the air.. we hug and her salwal falls right on us… (over our face.. and we do sth.. ) (I am shy ….hehe)”
But nth happened.
so, it’s the same root top where all it started and where all it ends.. I don’t know about tomorrow about our relation in the future but there one thing I am sure will happens for sure..

Yes, people, I will put her picture in my right hand (you must know why), on the palm.. and contract my fingers together.. into a fist.. And when I spread my fingers out again, left on the right palm is just a ‘teared’ paper and ‘teared’ eyes…!!!