The Nabeel Girl

Episode 3 Scene 1

-                                           -----------------------------After 8 months ---------------------

It had been eight months since we had been in "Relationship". There were so many beautiful moments and definitely, there were moments, I would like to forget as well. Basically, like stupid teenagers, we grow-ups had our own moments!

She had captured whole eight months of my life. After that night, I used to meet her daily in front of the wave café. I used to return back from office by 6 and then she used to be waiting for me on the café. We used to have discussion about many things but she always restricted me from coming to her room-Perhaps she was feeling insecure or may be because she had something to hide. Only later I realized, we never discussed about our pasts. She thought I knew everything from her letter and I always stopped her from knowing my past.

My office closed on Sundays and her bank used to open even on Sundays. That was a wonderful chance for me to go and meet her in the bank. Initially I used to go with some fake banking problems but she always responded me at last. Later everyone in the bank knew about us. I never knew even banks had such a wonderful environment. Everybody loved us.

I used to go to meet her in the bank every Sundays. Everything was different now! That guard in the bank who used to check me every day even when I felt I looked innocent stopped checking me-I was a known guy to them. Sharad brother who worked in the cashier section was too friendly. Once in a while, he used to allow her a break to come and talk with me while she would act professional and say –Work First!

Even though it had been eight months, whatever there was between us was still as fresh it was way back then. This was what I exactly wanted! Little bit of nonsense (her birth right) but there were so many moments to share- I loved it.

Every day I used to find something different in her. I knew I was in deep love with her- I still find it funny to say it. I used to feel I was already old to be in love.

Surprisingly, it is just your cells that start to wear off. The desires and the wish to be loved remain intact.

I could look her for a minute and find thousands of reasons to love her.

It reminded me of somebody who said that when a person was in love, there would not be any reason for being in love. Well, my case was different. She was there and I was there and I knew why I loved her-It was not just easy enough to list it.

Every moment with her was special. Those Sundays when I would stay on front sofa of the reception counter for 15 minutes were my best days. I had felt that it was absolutely jargon to be there and ruin the professionalism but I was amazed how the whole staffs in Nabil Bank are so amazing to co-operate and encourage you. Most of the members in the Kausaltar Nabil Bank knew my Maternal Uncle who was working as a legal advisor in the head office of Nabil Bank in Kathmandu. Still, they said that they would keep it secret-I loved their gesture.

However, even I was a professional and I knew that this act was rather filmy. So, instead of gazing at her very inappropriately, I had made a friend named Sushil Maharjan from New Thimi, east from Kausaltar. He used to talk with me and then I would steal a moment and watch her. I felt bad once a while to know that Sushil was being made a medium by me to look at her.

Beautiful !

The first day and now! There was still the same charm. Her gestures were same. She dealt with her customer very patiently, I loved it.

She never dealt with me that patiently though.

When she looked at customer, she would greet them with smile and then gently ask them what they needed to know. For old people, she gave better preferences.