“I bobbed a Curtsy to Almighty, That Day!” – II

My eyes glued to the last part. I hardly know her. All we had was 5-6 Facebook messages. I thought it to be prank, maybe not. So I went to nearby café. There were 25 messages with the same sender; Bommana. Firstly, it’s the oddest name I have ever heard. Secondly, she acts completely odd to me, weird.

I just typed my number and logged out. I had my classes. They were boring. They lacked my presence.

My phone beeped at quarter to midnight, the fortnight. I was almost in dreams. An unknown number flashed on screen. It beeped again.

“Why is its so hard to contact you?” A female voice other side.

“As I want it; peace.” I replied. I realized it was her. She had a glaze in her voice, sweet and smooth.

“Who are you?” I questioned. I wanted to be sure. Her voice didn’t match to any of my girl-friends. Though they were less in numbers. Two.

“Bommana, stupid”

“You call it a name?”

“Mind it.” She said in anger. It was longest telephonic conversation since months. We decided to meet the next evening. I started liking her way of approach and the way she spoke. That was reason I want to meet her. I had not much to do, than to sleep.

“Where the hell are you?” I shouted loud on phone. I had been waiting for last 20 minutes. I was at McDonald having my French fries, yummy.

“Coming, baba…” She responded and cut the phone instantly.

I had never seen her before. May be she’s hot? Or maybe not. That least mattered, the things was what made her do this? To me. I was puzzled sitting there.

“Coffee?” Someone said, tapping my shoulder. It was smooth, voice and hand. I turned back. And I was in hold of shock, trauma, nervousness, anger, and happiness. Altogether. I had just witnessed a miracle. She was Kavita. Yes, it was her dressed adorably, smiling. I just had a stroke. I was looking at her blankly. She had grown older, bolder and beautiful. She still had braces on her teeth, I always found them cute.

“You want it?” She asked again.

“Ya sure.” I said smiling stupidly. Gosh! She is here. She sat there, facing me. Two years later, we meet but I had nothing to ask. I have always thought what it will be like, meeting her.

“I just loved it.” I preached, having a sip.

“Ya, this coffee is awesome.” She said.

“The surprise.” I said, making it clear.

“Huh? You had almost ruined it.” She yelled, beaming at me.

“I was planning more with my ID. And you acted like a jerk.” She said shifting her loose hair at a place, down the shoulder.

“What made you keep a weird name?”

“That’s my initial, Vivu. And I love being mysterious.”

“You mean B. Kavita is Bommana Kavita.” I said with my mouth open. I always asked for her full name but she never let me know. Now I understood why.

“I get my joy in making other smile, blush and ponder. That what I try to live for.” She had that feeling. And that what inspires me. And I need it.

She explained me that her dad got his job transferred to Jamesdpur. She tried best to contact but was left with writing a letter. She had lost all contacts with others too. She hated social networking but was forced to join to reach me.

“Later, I had a talk with your mother once. She explained me what kind of dumb you have become. So, I planned it all.” She ended up revealing the evil plan, master piece.

It was five in the evening. Sun was turning orange, like a real juicy fruit. It was Friday. Ah! Nothing special besides this meeting I had.

“Let’s go. Just come with me.” She ordered.

I followed her. After a brief walk, we reached a nearby temple. This time I had the joy of my life, Kavita.

“Come inside!” She said. I followed. I was happy and I wanted to thank GOD for giving me back my friend.

All I wanted to do is Bow to Him, with realization of His greatness. That was the greatest feeling I'd  ever had an encounter with.

Vivek K. Tiwari
Y15 Undergraduate, The LNMIIT

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