a love story to be remembered. . . .
a love story to be remembered. . . .
It was in the airport that I met Rohit..Rohit Sharma. A stormy night had delayed his flight from America to the world’s most beautiful country, my beloved India. My heart skips a beat each time I thought of him…as I have never met him. And of course I was almost killed by my very own curiosity of what this stranger could be made of, how could he be, what was he like and hmm.. Most importantly would he be a great designer with professional designs that my company really needed.
Well, by 12.45 am the arrival hall was buzzing around with very anxious people and of course I was one of them. I was actually wishing that this so called rohit would not appear so that I could just get back home and hit the bed.
“How am I suppose to recognize him…I never knew him..” I thought to myself. As I was searching, I felt a tap on my shoulders.
“Hi, you must be Ms.Nindia..ms.Nindia Chawla..”He smiled rather confused. “I’m Rohit Sharma from America.” he added.
He was the most amazing looking guy that I ever saw. Well, I have met hundreds of handsome guys whom turns up at my studio to be models, but this guy has something so mysteriously sweet about him. He dressed up well..more like a designer and he had slightly long hair that one finger would be delighted to run through them and his eyes.. His eyes were the ones that were so attractive on him; it was brown and very deep that it said thousands of things. He was tall, northernly fair and his smile was so mischievous.
“Hello..Ms.Nindia..” I snapped out of my wonderful dream world.
“Ehmm,,yah. The car is out there, lets go” I said blushingly. I walked straight to the car while cursing in my heart that my sleep has been stolen for this guy and why am I suppose to pick him when there are millions out there who would willingly do so. We had a very quiet journey back home as I thought Rohit must have been very exsausted. I couldn’t help taking my eyes of his face. He looked so innocently childish when he was asleep and even while sleeping he was smiling. The kindness he has in his heart was shorn right on his face.
We reached our destination 3 hours later and I returned home smiling like a small kid after receiving a birthday present but on bed I was thinking of him and just laughed the matter off as I know that he’s just gonna be my collegue and nothing more than that.
I had to get to the office by 8am as we had to come up with a show in about a weeks time and the models has not been finalized. I was at my desk browsing through the photos of the models to select 10 capable models that would fit Rohits collection. I have personally seen his designs and it was breathtaking. He designs wedding suits and it was simply marvelous. Made of beads, copper embroidery and from the finest materials, it would sway a lady who sees it immediately.
“Good morning madame..thanks for the quiet ride home yesterday. I loved it..and another thing, I loved the way you stared at me when I was “sleeping”’ he said cheekily.
“You mean you to say you were not asleep, funny man. And I wasn’t looking at you and admiring you .I just pitied what a dumb person you could be to move from India to America but just to come back to India to promote your clothes.” I snapped back.
“Woooww…that’s a bit way to sarcastic Ms.Nindia.Lets start over. Hi, I think your hot.He winked. Okie fine, hello there Ms.Nindia, how are you?” he asked in a very annoying way.
“Fine thank you and let’s start work” I said feeling a bit too irritated.
I showed him the photos of the models and he was impressed. He was finalizing the models when my boss came in.
“Well, well hello there Mr.Rohit Sharma. It’s a pleasure to have you here with us. Make yourself very comfortable. And yes make sure this show would be such a success that no one would ever forget. Well, I have to rush. Ms.Nindia would deal with you. She’s great to work with” Mr.Breganza said as he hurried off the door.
We smiled at each other and started work. 3.00pm called all selected models in. the audition was held and all 10 passed through well as Rohit agreed that they would carry his clothes well as a proud bride instead of an exotic hot model. I smiled listening to his words, as most organizers would love to have exotic models. The models signed some papers and were told to be in the office the next day by 8.00am to begin their practice.
It was a long day for both Rohit and me. I was getting ready to leave when Rohit approached me.
“Hey wanna go for a cup of coffee” he asked.
“Don’t you know a word of Hindi, Rohit?” I snapped back.
“Why are you so prudent, rude and sarcastic. I am just trying to be nice here. Ha,mei Hindi janti hu. Chalo, lets go get some nice coffee for both of us” he said as he grabbed my handbag and left the office. I ran behind him feeling so stupid and surprised. I had a wonderful chat over a cup of coffee with him and we talked about each other so much without much formality. To my surprise, the coffee tasted more delicious than the usual times I use to go. Hmm.. Was it Rohit or was it just my conscience. Nope. I decided.. They changed the chef.
“Well, meet you tomorrow Mr.Rohit. Thanks for the ride back home. I really appreciate it.” I smiled and waved to him.
“Its okie. Don’t mention it. But you can show your appreciation by inviting me in.” I stared at him.
“Ok ok, good night Ms.Nindia. See you tomorrow” he said and drove off. I found myself smiling to my self. The sparkle in his eyes said so many things at once that it kept me thinking till I dozed off happily that night.
I rushed to work that next day just to find Rohit surrounded by all the models that suprisingly was very early. I was a bit irritated and jealous but “why should I be?” I thought to myself.
“Ehh Rohit, busy ehh..” I smiled as I put my load of papers on the table and begun to work.
“Well, someone’s a green monster I must say. Nothing much was just being a bit too friendly with them and was busy browsing around for a perfect candidate to be my wife when you abruptly entered. Would you love to be in my list” he asked very mischiviosly.
I did not even bother to look at him as the model were all set to get to the hall for the practice. Training of the models finished the whole entire day. We had to co-ordinate them on their positions on the stage and they had to be trained to walk as a shy decent bride. The hardest part was to train them on their facial expression. I did not have even a moment with Rohit the whole day and deep inside me, I felt that I missed him. I was running out of time. I have not chosen props and even the location of the show has not been decided. All has to be done by tomorrow and I knew there was a workload on my head. I finished my work at 11.45pm and was really waiting to romance my bed once I got home when Rohit approached me
“ Bet you must be really tired, Ms.Nindia. Let me have the pleasure to send you back home” he invited.
“Hmm..its ok, Mr.Rohit.I brought my car today ”I replied and at that moment I really wishes I had taken a bus to work.
“Ehmm..i actually have something on my mind and chest that I really have to tell you and I hope you don’t mind” he asked worriedly.
My heart skipped a beat. Is he going to blurt of that question. Its too fast.. My mind was running into a fantastic imagination.
“Well, what is it.. Just spill it out”? I asked and sounded a bit too proud.
“Ehmmm.. Actually I have a very specially designed bridal wear and I would like to have someone very special to parade it for me. That very model should have all the criteria’s that I am looking for in women. She should have the looks of a wife, of a mother, of a free girl and most importantly of a shy bride all in one” he sounded seriously.
I was disappointed for a moment but laughed to myself. How could a professional renowned designer all the way across the miles fall for a normal director of a modeling company?
“Yup sure Mr.Rohit. We have that kind of model in our agency. Just give me till tomorrow by 3.00 and the model will be there fitting and suiting all your wanted criterias. I promise you.” I replied.
“No, I’ve found that model in you. You suit that character so well. The shoes fits you” he added
“What..Have you lost your mind Mr.rohit? I am not a model and I don’t intend to. I am too plain to be a model and more over for renowned names. I am really sorry, but I really can’t.” I was surprised and shocked.
“No, you must. I just cant find anyone more suitable to wear it other than you.” he said as he brought out a the most beautiful wedding wear that I’ve ever seen in my whole entire simple life. “Just take it home and try.. Tell me if you change your mind and I will accept any of your answer tomorrow. Remember, we are running out of time.” he said and left.
I was standing in the middle of the office feeling so lost, stupid and confused. I kept looking at the wedding wear and I really did know what to say. Why me, of all the person, when he has so many other choices. Is Rohit trying to make me feel inferior to the other models or was he really sincere. Does he really think I fit the role and did he mean that I really have that criteria he meant just now?
I drove back home and cried for a moment and I really did not know the reason why. I couldn’t come up with any reason why should I model that costume. But suddenly I felt something that I never felt before. I was rather scared that I might have fallen for Rohit. That I should at least do this for him. I went to bed feeling so confused and miserable.
“Hey good morning Nindia..Yes must be the answer” Rohit said to me so chriply. And he forgot my Miss.
“Well, hmm..I guess its nothing wrong to try, but I won’t promise you that I will be the best Rohit.. i mean Mr.Rohit” I blushed
“No, call me Rohit. It sounds very nice like that. I will see you at the show modeling that so go get your positions and get ready practicing. And another thing Nindia, about the location of the show I have decided it. Its gonna be on a setting some sort of an island. The stage shall be in the middle and surrounded by water and it should be in the open air. We could select a beach side hotel or something like that. I will get the place today and you don’t worry. I even have printed invitations to the function. Just left with the location. I am incharge now. You do your work okie” Rohit said sounding so demanding.
I was rather speechless. He made me feel so much of a kid again. He has brought so much of love and laughter to my empty, sad boring life. My heart had only known emptiness until the day he came and filled my heart with his overflowing jovial ways. His sense of humor has turned my frown into a smile. And now he is teaching me to bring the best out of me. He wants me to go that extra mile. And now I know definitely that I am madly in love with him..rohit.. My rohit
Days passed so fast and I enjoyed every moment working with Rohit. We became very close in a few days, but I remained my distance in case I was wrong in my judgement. A night before the event, he approached me.
“Hey nindia, how are you. I really understand that u must be really nervous. But chill okie. Everything will be fine and you will be the finest among all. You have always been the best. I know I can look up to you. Now go get some rest and don’t forget to get your facial done tomorrow morning and relax. Have a nice tight sleep..Think of me..okie fine..I am sorry for that statement. Just joking. So, I better make a move now. My day is tomorrow. My long waited moments. Till then, good night.” He said so meaningfully and walked off.
As he walked he was taking a part of me with him. He has captured my heart with his words and his eyes. I found myself reading his eyes and it said things that I could understand. I keep losing my words when I see him and even if I had all descriptive vocabulary embedded in my brains, I am still searching for words that would fit exactly right.
I went for a make over the next morning. I was surprised that I looked different. Very different. Rohit was there instructing the makeup artist to make us look as simple as possible but natural. I kept looking at him but he never even had a glance at me. I was sure that it was love at one side. But I can’t worry myself today. I had to look happy in my eyes. The time to dress up came and I was having butterflies in my stomach. I was scared, very nervous but I tried to remain calm. I put on the wedding suit and the make up suited it so well.. Rohit had planed it well..he made me look so divine..Something he has always loved in girls.
“I told you that you’re always the best. You never believed it” he said while holding me by my shoulders and looking at the mirror. He was wearing a sheerwani suit, a dress code for grooms. We looked so made for each other in the mirror.
“Get ready. Its about to begin” he said and left.
“And yes…please smile nindia cause that’s the best thing I love about you” he added and left.
“Ladies and gentleman, welcome to the most awaited fashion event in the fashion buzz. The most amazing clothes by Rohit Sharma. We present the brides, our very own girls form the very known land, India.” the man of the show announced.
All the models put on their best looks and their best foot forward. The place was breathtaking, and the night was windy and and settings were so charismatic and beautiful. I have never ever imagined in my wildest dream that I would be here tonight on such lovely show. Rohit has put his life into this event and it turned out fruitful.
“Well, here we have the most precious design of Rohit Sharma modeled by very carefully selected model Ms.Nindia Chawla” the man of the show announced again.
It was my turn..And it was up to me to make it fail or make the best out of Rohit. So I thought of Rohit and walked up the stage and to my surprise the lights went off and as I walked some guy models accompanied me with lamps in their hand.. It was a very romantic moment and I treasure it till now.
I stood tall in on the stage with the models and Rohit was called on stage and there was a round applause for Rohit and I could’NT help myself clapping for him as I know he did his best and he deserve the credits.
“Hmm..Well thank you so very much for the support that you have given to me today. I am so proud to have my collection modeled by India’s finest ladies and only the Indian women’s could carry the theme of my designs” he paused for another round of applause. “Well there is another thing I have to mention here. I have decided on my wife in this wedding fashion show.” he said as he turned around and handed me a red envelope card.
“Its up to this bride to except this groom” he continued and smiled.
“I love you Nindia, and you are the best thing that has ever happened to me and I wish upon the stars tonight that you shall be mine forever and just to let you know that the love I hold for you in my soul is greater than an ocean or the sky above, think it over”.. He said and thanked the crowd and in a very special way he left the stage while every audience in the event stood up for him.
I felt totally lost again. He loves me. He really does. He made me feel belonged. But, why didn’t I just accept his love there, instead of letting him just walk off. I regret that mistake I did until this very moment.
I did not see Rohit for around 2 weeks, but he keeps in touch by telephone conversations. I still did not have the guts to tell him how I felt.
One night he called me.
“ Hey there nindia, shall we meet up today. I really need to know somethings.,” he asked.
“Oh of course, where shall we meet’ I asked anxiously.
“I’ll pick you up later at 8.00. There will surely be a surprise awaiting you,” he said and the line was off.
I dressed up my very best as this was suppose to be our first date out after he proposed me. I had to tell him today. I was all so enthusiastically awaiting him when the phone rang.
“Hello, is this Ms.Nindia Chawla” a man said from the other corner.
“Yes, indeed I am, how can I help you” I said
“Well I think ma’am you should get to the Santa Marian Hospital as fast as possible. Mr.Rohit Sharma has met an accident and your number was the last call on his hand set..hurry” he said and the line went dead
So were my brains. Everthing was numb in me. I felt the wall collapsing and my world tearing apart. But no, I have to go. To my Rohit.. “He’s fine there. It might just be a small accident” I thought and drove a fast as possible to the hospital. I found his room and my tears rolled down my cheek uncontrollably.
Why my Rohit. Why me all the time. The doctor came in and gave me the news. The news that stopped the circulation of my blood and all mechanism in my body.
“I am so sorry, Ms.nindia. Rohit has slipped into a very deep coma and we doubt he will survive even till tommorow. He has lost too much blood in the crash. I am terribly sorry. You may have him to yourself and please inform all the ones close to him” the doctor said and left.
I lost control of myself. I fell abruptly on the chair looking at my Rohit. My tears lost its direction; something was so hard on my throat. The rohit that I met, whom I love and who loves me is going to die and I am here to witness it. I cried..cried my heart out begging him to stay..The nurse tapped me and handed me an envelope.
“ The paramedics found this beside him in the car. Its addressed to you” she said as she handed me a big red envelope.
It read as,
Dearest Nindia,
I love you from now till deaths do us apart. I want you to know that I love you from the very bottom of my heart and my love is so unconditional towards you. My love for you is the strongest feeling that I had ever had in along time and I want you to know that this is true. I want you to know that no matter where am I, I will always love you, and will forever do. Will you at least tell me that you love me to…love, your Rohit
Something was beeping, it wasn’t my pager. To my horror it’s the life support machine Rohit was on.. He was passing. Was going and I didn’t know what to do.
“No rohit, not now.. Don’t leave on me. Not now. Please listen I have something to say.. Rohit wait” I begged when the lines went straight and then everything was silent in the room…
My world felt apart. The walls in my life came crashing down. My rohit is dead. Cold and blue. And god, you had to make me see this. Why Rohit, he was still so young. He was only 29. And he never had a chance to live. You snatched him at the peak of his success and killed me while I was alive.
Till today, Rohit lives in my heart and every breath that I take. The wedding suit was always meant for me to be with Rohit and now it hangs faithfully in the cupboard with all my memories that I shared with Rohit. And every single day I pray to god to just let me have one moment with Rohit.. Just one moment and at that moment I would tell Rohit and I always loved him too…
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Ah, Mamamia07? What is the problem here?
For me it was a quick and subtle tour into an Indian-way-of writing. The lighter northerners and the darker southerners, and a direct way of abbreviating everything to a small space, and a love lost, a question of faith in a monotheism, a new role, "western" for women, imagine driving a car in Allah's alley, or quipping in Hindi, and if taprial reads this, the frog is out of the well. Will it stay and become a solution.
But mammamia07? What are you saying? That it is complex or unreal or too simple or shallow? It has all the basics and only polish might be needed. Depths?
I have written many complex versions -- most long ago.
And below here, and from long ago, is one of mine in shorter form, with no death other than the heart moved on but did not forget, and xomba could not, and still can't, provide the format for the whitespace this tiny ode to a long ago love needs. Words hang in whitespace, black strings of symbols, iconic on an expanse of white paper, or on a screen truly devoted to the writer's art, not the commercial 50%.
So I appreciate the effort of the Byte and Byter here to which you refer, would only have to change the specifics to fine hone, and/or add deeper character to both, and dimensions that this diminished white space of xomba never meant to allow.
My own is more what I call projective verse than form of poem, the missing whitespace would "flesh it out fully," meaning the words just hanging separately in white space, nearly "Word Stars" in black night space, that provide their own form and substance when pondered in semi-isolation.
Meaning: The whitespace and spacing between words is an important part of the creative work and poets know exactly what I mean. The materialist in me would say save a tree -- but "this" where you are reading now the words I am placing here could be expansive and creatively artistic and filled with the whitespace, except I would have to learn and use a bunch of html or java to get through to Xomba's flitter.
This "ode" of mine, lost through time and young fiery personalities and only a piece of what happened then, "phantom, flame, and weightless things" is a different kind of love lost.
http://www.xomba.com/celia_your_orange_gloves
Basically, the above with Indian almost lover's needs a way to be told that you have called a byte. So it is yours? Or is it yours? I have not attempted to analyze the way the thought forms come together or the cadence of words, to identify it. But.
Yes. It is a byte.
beeve is from the Philippines? and a sideways pic?
where is the prob, les?
just pointed out that the writing is more suited to be put in a xombyte :-)
and ur comment would make an interesting byte too
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Frog; Still In The Well
Thanks Les, for remembering my poor old frog. Yes it does get out only to jump into another well. How can you say it is out when we can't even accept a byte in a blurb and vice versa. No wonder Celia and her orange gloves got lost in the red tape (or is it white spaces of Xomba). We have boundaries drawn around ourselves and even though no one is looking we constantly keep judging ourselves and others through the imaginary "I am right" glasses.
The America returned is the classic high point in Indian stories. Would it be any different if the man was just another graduate from the Indian Institute of Fashion, or Institute of Fashion Design. If the man was Indian or "Just been in India" Indian, the story would not have been of much interest to the author itself to reproduce. All that ecstasy and agony wouldn't have occurred, notwithstanding the Bridal dress.
But you ought to fill up the spaces, so what if it is after a couple of decades later. Do it just for the heck of it. I still wonder how she can still be in Seattle after spending so much time there. It rains almost through the year there and by now even the hardest of them would have melted, If you understand what i mean.
I don't know if you have read your own White spaces poem again after you wrote it, i think, it can be completed. Maybe Celia can do it. Or maybe you can do it and send it to her.
way above me
Both ur discussion goes way above me! i feel compelled to mention it since i s'ppose i started it off (tho i doubt even that!)...:-) but do carry on, it makes xomba ever so much interesting! i have forgotten to read mills and boon, my fav. pasttime, after joining here...
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Great love story....!
+1, great love story. I felt like responding to the comments by Les and taprial and have done so in the original post where it all started! you can read it here:
http://www.xomba.com/ipl_sad_day_for_india_shame_on_hyderabad#comment-20465
Byte or Blurb, what difference does it make? Its the "words" that are written or uttered in these "white spaces" of Xomba, like Les says, that matter! So, go ahead and continue posting! It was a love"ly" story, (I am a "sucker" for love stories!) and great site too for the people who are in love and/or searching for love!
By the way, I really admire the way Les does a complete research on the person and the post before commenting on it! And you (Les) are doing a very good job (I've noticed) of encouraging the newcomers (good writers) to continue posting! You were also one of the first people to comment on one of my bytes when I had joined! Guess, I should feel honored! (Not that I am suggesting that I am one of the "Good writers", but definitely working towards it!)
Yes. The computer remembers every thing!
Thank you, Rawnak. And yes, I do remember commenting to your initial postings. Also, yes, I do try to encourage good writers. But also, those that struggle with the language -- as I do.
I appreciate your postings. Taprial today posted on the English improvement free rice donation.
I enjoyed the words and quickly got to 52 before I used the dictionary once. I had to use the dictionary about half the time from thence on to reach 55, which I think is the highest score you can have. At that level I missed about 50% -- but rocked back and forth at 54 and 55. I think the high score possible is 55, so I was wondering why taprial thought it was 48. Maybe I only think it is 55 and it is possible to go through that ceiling.
I thank you again.
Keep writing!
hello
thankx for appreciating..