Ding Dong! Ding Dong!
First it was the phone and now the door bell has opted to not let me sleep. I didn’t even realise that my eyes have shut down when I was sitting on the sofa, while I was waiting for the brooker. It must be the brooker, Anna. I forgot to bring the milk carton while returning from the office, I can’t offer him tea also, he came all the way to my home just to provide the information, which is not even related to me, not even a bit. I stood up, stretched my arms and went to answer the door.
“Rohan?” The girl on the door enquired.
I was rubbing my eyes to make the vision a little clearer. I was still in my sleep but that was not the reason, why I got dumbstruck. Charming face usually makes you go speechless, when they turn up unexpectedly at your door. An extremely ravishing girl was standing at my door. By her appearance the room light had not just only glowed, but also accomplished the ambience with positive vibes. Her hair was kohl-black and cascaded over her shoulders. She had enticing, gloomy black eyes. They were dew-pond round. She had cupid’s bow lips, they were plummy, plump and suede soft. She had a genteel disposition and she had a syrup sweet voice. She wore Indo-western clothes in an offbeat way. I realised that she was still looking at me, awaiting for the response. It took me a little while to get back to her.
“Yes, yes and you?” I stuttered.
“I am Neha, I called you on the phone. Remember?” She responded.
Remember? Are you kidding me, this is the only thing I am thinking since we first talk.
“Yeah, Of course I remember. Come on in, sit” I said and signalled her to sit on the sofa.
“Give me two minutes I will freshen up be back.” I said politely.
She just gave me a smile and nodded on that.
The same girl who refused to give her number, the is now sitting in my hall. Harpreet was right, I will get what I want in the right time. But how dumb I am, I was so eager for this moment and how idiotically I reacted when she actually showed up. Never mind, now the ball is completely in my court, I will play it my way.
She is as beautiful as her voice sounded on the phone. Wow! South Indian girls are ravishing.
I went into the bathroom to freshen up. I was feeling excited. I turn on the tap, but, no water! I checked the other tap but it seems like, water has chosen the wrong day to go scarce. Fuck! I squealed to myself in annoyance. I looked for the water in the buckets, but bad luck has surrounded me like the sea surrounds the lonely island. I bend down to check the jet spray, the last and the dirtiest option and…
Ding dong! Ding dong!
Another doorbell disturbed me, it must be the brooker, Anna. I hustled into the hall to answer the door, butNeha was not there in the hall. I got muddled, where did she go? Did she hide behind the sofa to play hide and seek? No, she was not in playful mood. Then where did she disappear?
I was going to answer the door and I felt a jerk abruptly. My eyes started to feel the stress and the door bell commenced blowing bombshells into my ears. That last bombshell gave me a little awareness. I opened my eyes and looked around. I was still lying on the sofa and my chin was covered by slobber. I realised that it was a dream, fuck! it was a dream! I wipedown the saliva from chin and went to answer the door. Hoping that it will be just like a dream, Neha will be there on the other side and will ask, “Rohan?”. But, dreams and reality do have a difference: Dreams make you happy and in the next moment puts you back in the reality and reality pinches you in the ass and shouts loudly in your ear, ‘I am still here, Idiot’.
Yes, it is reality, Brooker Anna was there. I barely recollect how beautiful Neha was in my dream, but Anna’s appearance totally erased that little memory of Neha. ‘Thank you Anna’ I mused to myself.
I welcomed Anna and before telling him to sit, he already made himself comfortable on the sofa. See this is the difference, even in dream Neha showed etiquettes and now, see the reality.
I signalled Anna with fingers, 2 fingers, which anyone in the world can interpret that we will be back in two minutes.
I went into the bathroom to get fresh, unlike dream this time there was water in the tap. I got fresh, wiped my face and went into the hall with a glass of water for Anna.
Anna took a sip of water and kept it on the floor and turned to me,
“What happend sir? Why were you asking me about the owner?” Anna questioned.
“Some girl called me on the phone and was asking about the owner’s son, Rohan. She has called many times asking for him.” I answered.
“Okay okay. Did you ask her who is she? Anna queried.
“Yeah I did, she is friend of Rohan. But, what happened to Rohan? Why he is in the Hospital?” I probed.
“Yeah, I asked my friend about the owner’s son. He said that he met with an accident last year when he was in Mumbai. After that accident, he is not able to move or respond to anything, like paralysis.” Anna clarified.
“Oh! That’s really sad Anna!” I groaned.
“Yes, he is young and seeing their only son in this condition must be very hard for his parents.” Anna stated.
“Yeah it is heart breaking.” I acknowledged.
Of course it is heart breaking to his parents as well as to Neha. She kept calling on this number expecting that she may get to talk with her Rohan. But, destiny always decide their move without our consent.
I offered brooker Anna that we will go out to have tea or coffee, but Anna refused. He said that he already had tea before coming to my place.
I got all the answers to the Neha’s questions. Answers, for which, she’s dying to know but, after hearing those answers, she will not be happy, at all. Hope that she will cope with that pain, which is about to enter into her life.
Anna stood up to leave and he looked at the table and asked,
“Rohan sir, why you kept this box on the table?” Anna asked pointing his finger on the landline phone.
“Ah, Because if I keep it under the table, then I will have to bend down every time when I will get a call. It will be like bowing to caller first and then answer.” I jested.
That response cracked Brooker Anna into laughter.
“Actually, on that landline only that girl was calling again and again. That phone has become pain in my ass. After telling that girl about Rohan, I am going to cut that connection and throw that box back under the table.” I miffed.
Anna looked at me suspiciously. The next moment Anna chuckled and raised his hand to give me hi five. I felt great, seeing Anna in this great mood, Anna is becoming a buddy now. I asked Anna,
“You are really funny Rohan Sir.” He grinned and added, “There is no connection here Rohan sir. The Owner has cut down the line when they left the house.”
My ears got numb after hearing that.
“Wha…what?” I stuttered.
“Yeah, they cut the phone connection and may be after disconnecting the line they kept it here only, under the table.” Anna clarified.
I abruptly dropped my self on the sofa and was still trying to figure out what is going on.
“What happend Rohan sir?” Anna inquired as I sat impulsively after listening to what Anna said.
“Nothing.” I said dryly.
“Okay, I will leave. But you are really funny sir.” Anna said smilingly and left.
Dream! Please turn whatever just happened, the conversation with Brooker Anna, everything into a dream. I slapped myself, once, twice, thrice harder this time. What did just happen? Am I going mad? Or did Brooker Anna did a prank with me? Oh my god! What the hell was that!
I went near the phone tremblingly. I picked up the receiver and held it near my ear. My hands were shivering, receiver dropped from my hand unwillingly. It was dead, no connection was there. Anna was right.
I was still numb. I blinked my eyes, 2-3 times to feel the presence of myself. I looked for the black connection cable of that landline and started pulling it. I pulled, pulled it harshly and it came out in a wagging manner from the window frame in the hall. It was dead.
“It is a dead connection, it was always a dead connection.” I howled and sat near the table holding that phone, dead phone in my hand.
I went into my bedroom, held my pillow and told the whole story aloud, with my eyes. Every drop coming out from my eyes asked a question, ‘Neha, who were you and why me?’. My tears kept asking the questions and my pillow wiped all those questions from my cheek, but these questions can’t be erased from my memory.
Next day in the office.
“So, had any talk with Neha? Did you ask her out?” Harpreet asked with a smile.
“No Harry, I will follow your words. I won’t ask her, I will wait for the right time.” I lilted.
“Oh that’s great, but what about Neha, Rohan?” Harpreet questioned.
“I guess, She will remain as a Keepsake!” I answered.
P.S- Thank you for reading this story, and sticking to this story till Chapter 7, lots of Love.
If by any chance you find any resemblance of this story or the climax, then it will be a mere coincidence. Because the development, creation and execution of this story is original and solely inspired from the comedy TV series F.R.I.E.N.D.S. Thank you!