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Post # 5 Eagerly, Easter ….and Espionage ! #atozchallenge
Though she remained numb for a long time that day, and a bit
moody for some days that followed, Shreyasi felt a sense of relief wash over her.
“I met him, Rosh, after all these years,” was her answer to Roshni’s
repeated questions. Roshni didn’t ask
more. She knew Shreyasi would tell her when she was ready to.
Yes, she had met him.
The much awaited , yet dreaded meeting. One of a kind. It left her a lot more disturbed than she had
Because it awoke the memories she had so deliberately put to
She smiled at the thought of the words he had uttered.
He still seemed to be thrilled by her beauty.
Or, was he trying to charm her ? But, why would he ?
She couldn’t think more. She was now more aware of his
As days sped by, she tried to concentrate more on her work, increasing
the number of patients she handled in a day, and spending her free time at the
Clinic’s Library where medical journals from across the world
were available, which she enjoyed reading.
The more she ran away from the thought, the closer it seemed
He was near. He was near.
What else did you come here for ? A feeble voice asked
inside her, which she ignored.
What puzzled her all the more was that he had seemed so
casual when he spoke.
As if he hadn’t been
surprised at all. As if it had been an arranged meeting. As if he had expected
to walk into her that evening. As if he knew.
She was absorbed in this thought, when she got a call from
“ Hello Father, how are you ? No service today?”, she asked,
trying to sound cheerful.
“ Hi. Yes of course, I’m getting ready for the Holy Mass. I
just rang up to ask you if you’re free this Sunday”, he said in a pleasant
She looked at the Calendar.
Sunday, 20th April, was her day off.
“ Yes, sure. Any events coming up which I can help you with
?”, she volunteered.
“ It’s Easter. I thought of inviting you over to the Church.
We’re having special Holy Mass and later the Easter Eggs distribution at the
Church. Come along, you’ll enjoy it. You
can take some away for the kids at your Centre too,” he said.
She smiled. That would be fun.
“ Sure, Father. I’ll be there
in the morning,” she answered , before bidding him goodbye.
On Sunday, when she entered the Church, the Holy Mass had
just begun. She joined in, silently praying
to the Resurrected Son of God. At the
end of the Mass, she watched the people
receive the Holy Eucharist, as calmness
She smiled at the thought of kids running around with their
Easter eggs, as she entered Fr Varghese’s office ten minutes later.
“ Here’s your gift, dear. A whole lot of Easter eggs”, Fr
Varghese said, handing over a nicely
wrapped big box to her.
“Thank you, Father,” she smiled, keeping the box on the table
and sitting down for a conversation.
Fr Varghese waited for a few minutes for her to speak.
“ I met him, Father”, she said, looking at him.
“ Ah, well, that explains this. I have something for you
here”, he said, taking out a white envelope from his desk drawer and held it
out for her.
She took it from him, and tore it open.
Inside it was a paper, neatly folded into three. She opened
it, her hands trembling in excitement.
It was a hand written letter. From Aagney.
So, we meet. Again.
I know you’re still
surprised at our meeting. You might be wondering how I walked in from nowhere,
just like that. Right ? Ah, I know you so well.
It’s not entirely by chance. There are some things I do by
choice too. Like spotting you at the Mall that evening, and choosing to talk to
See, as I always say, some things are destined to be.
Yes, I hear your silent questions.
Did I know you were here in the UAE ? Wasn’t it a surprise
for me ?
Yes. And no.
How and why ?
You are sharp enough to guess. Still, let me give you a clue.
Any idea what made my book fall down that day at the
Aquarium ? No ?
Well, the glass panel you were facing, as you sat with your back turned to me .
I saw your face reflected, when my attention was diverted for a moment from
what I was reading.
You may not have noticed that paneling on that side of the
But I did.
I noticed you, and your friend, who was on the phone a
little away from you.
And yes, how do I know that you are in touch with Fr
That’s a story for another day.
As much in love as before,
Aagney. P.S : I love to write notes too.
Her hands still trembling, she looked at Fr Varghese.
“This came with this month’s Charity Cheque , with a special request to hand it over to you when you came ”, he said.
As she bid goodbye to him and walked out on to the road, she
felt her heart go light.
Her mission was progressing.
Ever since I knew you were close by,
I’ve felt light, I know not why…
End of the path seems reachable now,
Though I don’t know when and how….
Easy, the road ahead, doesn’t seem to be,
In patience, and hard work lies the key….
Exciting days wait to happen, I’m so sure,
As I smile away my day, at the way you allure…….
To be contd....
This post has been written for the A to Z Challenge 2015.