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www.storyandyou.comTitle : A Fiction Love Story
Author : raghu yadav
I wondered how you said goodbye to a woman with whom you made love, for the first time.“Goodbye,” she said. “We both got what we wanted, didn’t we?”She didn’t wait for my reply, but picked up her bag and went away. I remained tongue-tied – too confused toreact. It had been my first experience.“How was the trip to Vizag,” asked Sanjiv, welcoming me to his living room.I started talking shop.Sanjiv opened of beer and said,” All that can wait till tomorrow morning – in the office. Anything exciting? Anyconquests?”“Yes,” I said. “But you won’t believe me.” “Tell me”, he said I told him, very briefly. He listened withinterest. Probably he did believe me.He handed me a beer mug as we walked towards the balcony. We sat down, said ‘cheers’ and took a longpull of beer.“Tell me everything, all the juicy details,” Sanjiv said, in an almost peremptory manner.I told no choice. Sanjiv was my boss. This is the story that I told him.Sunrise , on the eastern coast, is a resplendent spectacle. I stood on the beach to behold the breaking of thesun’s upper limb over the horizon of the sea. It was a breathtaking sight – like the unfolding of crimson petals ofa gigantic flower. It was my first morning in Visakhapatnam – ‘Vizag’ as it is popularly known. I turned to walkback to my hotel. I saw her almost at once. Our eyes met. She had capricious eyes. I smiled. She smiled. I feltinstantly attracted to her. She looked so nubile, and the same time voluptuous. I just couldn’t take my eyes offher. She gave me a canny look, then suddenly turned around and walked away. I looked at my watch. It wasprecisely 6 o’clock in the morning.For the next ten days, I never missed my rendezvous at sunrise with her. In fact, it was the only event I used tolook forward to. But I never made any attempt to talk to her. Don’t ask me why. Maybe I was too shy, or maybe Iwanted to keep our relationship that way – beautiful, fragile. I felt sad when my stay in Vizag came to an end andas I saw my ‘Sunrise Sweetheart’ walk away from me on my last morning at the beach.1. That evening, I stood on the railway platform and scanned the passenger list on the reservation chartpasted on the First Class coach of Godavari Express. No matter how many times I begin a train journey,there is always an intriguing interest in seeing who one’s fellow-passengers are. I was in coupecompartment ‘E’. The other berth had been reserved in the name of a Mr Rao – Male Age 58. Bad luck, as
usual. Might as well pick up a book. I went to the bookstall and bought a paperback – ‘Great ShortStories’. The cover was attractive and the title appealed to me. I wondered how Short Stories could becalled ‘Great’.The train started, but there was no sign of Mr. Rao. I opened the book and started reading. The ticket collectorentered. He checked my ticket and said, “The other passenger has not come. I will adjust you in some othercompartment.”“But why should I shift?” I asked.“There is a single lady on the waiting list. I don’t know where to put her,” the ticket collector explained.Suddenly she entered. My heart skipped a beat. What a coincidence! It was she – My ‘Sunrise Sweetheart’. Shegave me a warm friendly smile.The ticket collector stood up and spoke to her, Please sit here for the time being, madam. I shall try and shift thegentleman to some other compartment in case there is a vacant berth.”“It’s okay,” she said. “We know each other. We’ll travel together.”The ticket collector looked visibly relieved, thanked her, and went away.I stood up and helped her secure her baggage. I offered her the window seat. She sat down and we startedtalking. I found that she was easy to talk to. I experienced a strange feeling of elation. In these moods, there wasso much to say – the words simply came tumbling out. I told her everything about myself. She was a goodlistener. Time flew. I soon realized that she was looking at me with undisguised affection. She radiated anextraordinary sensuousness. I was aroused. But it was she who made the first move.I paused and looked at Sanjiv. His eyes were gleaming in anticipation for the juicy bit. But I was not going tooblige him. It was too personal.“Did you get her address?” Sanjiv asked eagerly. “No”, I answered truthfully. “What is her name?”“I don’t know,” I lied. Of course she had told me her name – Anita – but I wasn’t going to tell him.“What did you do in the morning? You two must have at least talked something.”“There was no time," I said, “When I woke up she had gone to the toilet. By the time she came back, the trainhad reached Hyderabad . She said goodbye and got down.” I paused. Then I said hesitantly, “I managed to putthe short stories book in her bag when she had gone to the toilet. As a token of thanks.”Sanjiv laughed, “surely you must have written your name and address on the book. Along with your message ofthanks and love, of course.”“No,” I said. “Frankly, I was feeling quite confused and perplexed, probably scared. And I was in a hurry toconfirm my reservation on the connecting train to Mumbai.”“You are a bloody dope, a clueless poltroon,” Sanjiv exclaimed with visible disappointment. “She was a long term
investment. You are a real dope to have lost her. I wish I was there in your place.”Sanjiv prided himself in being a Casanova. He often boasted of his exploits and conquests. As far as I wasconcerned, I genuinely cherished my one and only experience. A man’s first love has an enduring place in hisheart. I could never forget Anita; her face, her eyes, her body, the swells and peaks, the nooks and crevices, hertouch, her extraordinary sensuousness.The flight from New York landed in Mumbai at the unearthly hour of midnight. I was returning toIndia after alongish stint abroad. Sanjiv received me at the airport. As he drove me home. He dropped the first bombshell, “Igot married last week. It was a rush affair. Love at first sight. We had to keep it low profile – opposition from bothsides, the usual stuff. I just couldn’t inform you.”I congratulated him. “What are your plans?” he asked. “Any luck abroad.”“I am going to try and find that girl I met in the Godavari Express,” I said, with genuine nostalgia and yearning.Sanjiv burst out laughing, “I didn’t know it was that serious. Maybe my wife can help you. She is from Hyderabad.”We reached Sanjiv’s flat. The door opened and Anita stood in front of me – bold as brass. I was dumbstruck. Icertainly hadn’t bargained for this. Sanjiv and Anita! The coincidence was unbelievable. I started at herincredulously. I cannot begin to describe the emotion I felt, but my heart ached and my throat went dry.Meanwhile, Sanjiv had taken my bag and gone inside. Then I felt a tinge of sadness. A man’s first love fills anenduring place in his heart. I looked into Anita eyes. She pointedly avoided my glance. I kept starting at Anita.She looked ravishing. Her beauty had enhanced with age. Her low-cut blouse, which accentuated the curves ofher shapely breasts, made her, look temptingly desirable. Her crumpled sari and disheveled hair added to hersensuous appeal. But there was not a trace of recognition in her eyes. We just stood there in silence, deafeningsilence.I was at my wits’ end when Sanjiv suddenly appeared and said, “Hey, I’m sorry I didn’t introduce you two. This isAnita – my wife’s best friend. And this,” he said pointing to a young attractive woman who had emerged from thebedroom, “is my wife Rajashree.”I cannot begin to describe the emotions I experienced at that moment. I just burst out laughing.“He is a crazy guy,” remarked Sanjiv to the ladies. “Must be the jet lag. Let’s go to sleep. Whatever is left of thenight, that is!”I looked at Anita as she walked away. There was still no trace of recognition in her eyes. I felt angry anddisappointed. I would tackle her in the morning. I switched off the lights and went to sleep on the sofa in the livingroom.I woke up with a start. I could sense that there was someone standing near me in the darkness. I at once knewwho it was.“Thanks for the book,” Anita said, and abruptly walked away, vanishing into her room.

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