I would like to take this opportunity to thank my dear friend Mohua (yeah, I know that’s a weird name) for giving me the idea of this story and the love fundas (she thinks she is a Love Guru) which an imbecile and nerd like me otherwise cud hav never known. Also, a hell lot of lines in this story are hers…I think this story well deserve the honour of being one of the most plagiarised work ever, ofcrse after Mahesh Bhatt movies….I know I haven’t been able to live upto your expectations……still……Thank you MD…..

Next night, chatting with Rishi, she asked him, if he felt physical interaction was necessary for a lasting relationship. He kept quite for some time, then pasted these lines from Music and Lyrics…”A melody is like seeing someone for the first time. The physical attraction. Sex. But then, as you get to know the person, that’s the lyrics. Their story. Who they are underneath. It’s the combination of the two that makes it magic.” After sometime the music may fade away but the lyrics will always stay with you…..Sona flashed her middle-finger to a mental image of Anik…and fell in love with Rishi all over again….

The realization that he also was deeply in love with Sona took Rishi a little more time. He was just another middle class guy in his early twenties, sandwiched between parental expectations, peer pressure and a burning desire to make it big. Reaching late for the college every day, checking out chicks at Westside Mall, guitar lessons, preparations for MBA, scoldings from Dad for being too extravagant formed a part of his daily life. Add to it a few debate competitions, poetry, dramatics and you have a perfect example of an “all-rounder”. Ofcourse, his grades sucked bigtime.

After meeting Sona, a few STD calls were added to the list, nothing special. His already inflated mobile bills bursted from the seam and he decided may be GTalk was not that bad an idea.So initially the chats with Sona were just “tp”. He was just a little attracted towards her on that night, but then all guys get attracted to girls, he just wanted to flirt with her for sometime to fancy his whims, but then all guys do, and ofcourse it didn’t hurt to talk to a girl, but then…..He didn’t realize when these chats transformed from “tp” to the very essence of life. It was March. She had gone to her nani’s place and he found himself opening Gmail every night and reading all the chats he had had with her over and over again every single night. He would just lie down on his bed and thinking about her stupid remarks about poetry, her cute “Thank You’s and Sorry’s”, her stupid innocent questions, her laughing out loud when he told her that the girl next door thinks he is a gay, her concern for him when he lost a debate competition, her made-up anger when he said, “You should rather study for your CAT exam than waste your time with me”, her way of saying “You know something Rishi…yaar, you are just too good…but I am the best”……. each and every line of their chats going on and on his mind as if he was re-living every moment all over again. He called her once but again the mathematics of Rs 5 per minute going on in his mind won over his heart…..He couldn’t concentrate on his guitar lessons, no longer felt like going to Westside…he would listen to Radio City all night and seeing his condition the girl next door was finally convinced he was straight….. He didn’t need a Love Guru to tell he was in love. The next time she came online, unable to speak his heart out, he just pasted a few lines from Enrique’s Somebody…..

You, do you remember me?
Like I remember you?
Do you spend your life
Going back in your mind to that time?
Because I, I walk the streets alone
I hate being on my own
Somebody wants you
Somebody needs you
Somebody dreams about you every single night
Somebody can’t breath without you, it’s lonely
Somebody hopes someday you will see
That Somebody’s Me
That Somebody’s Me

She replied casually that she also liked the song as it was usual of Rishi to paste lines from poems and songs which he liked. They chatted for the next three hours as if nothing had happened, she did mention once or twice that he seemed a little anxious that night but it’s easy to fake up on the net. Again that night, he couldn’t sleep. He decided to tell her directly but couldn’t get himself to take the risk of losing a close friend. Atleast now he could talk to her. Next night again she couldn’t come online as she had to go to a party. So he opened up their last night chat….

Son: bbye…gn…tc….catch ya laterzzzz

Rishi: gn…. cya…..

sent at 12:59 am

These messages were received when you were offline

SON:Yes, I do remember you
Like you remember me
Yes, I spend my life
Going back in my mind to that time
Somebody wants you too
Somebody needs you too
Somebody dreams about you every single night
Somebody can’t breath without you, it’s lonely
Somebody hopes someday you will see
That Somebody’s Me
That Somebody’s Me

I love you Rishi…..

sent at 1:14 am


(to be contd.)

5 responses to “.(III)

  1. Somebody hopes someday they’ll read the ending..


    don’t leave me(and all readers) hangin out forever…. this is not right.. 🙂
    waiting waiting..

    and abt this part : great work has been continued..:) though i feel this part was Very short.

  2. @nishi
    thank u dear….yes, someday u will get to read it…

    yeah…this part was short, I felt kuchh zyaada hi lambi story ho gayi….so jaldi jaldi nipta raha hoon….lolz…

  3. ahhh so this aint the last of the trilogy yet…
    fantastic piece as ever… m waiting…. after harry potter7 ur next in line when it comes to “series” m dyin to finish readin

  4. Hi
    Read the three parts of your untitled love story. Intriguing and interesting. Simply written but well-captured. It’s never easy to write on a common topic. 🙂

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