Finding Her....Last Love 2

Memories

8 years back

Reshu

''I will kill you jerk...'' I punched the pervert who misbehaved with me on a busy street he tried to block my punches....but it wasn't just punches ....I used whatever I had. First was my water bottle which I banged on his head....second my heal...which I had tried for the first time. Must say heels have other benefits which are more useful than wearing them...

People watched the drama as I poured all my anger on that man...he thought like all girls even I would stay mute...no I can't . ''you all should die of shame....a guy is opening harassing a girl and all you do is stand and watch.'' Cursing the crowd I turned again to find the pervert trying to escape....I chased him down throwing him on the road again...he was pleading ...hell with that...I just wanted to break his bones...Just then my body was lifted of the ground with pair of strong arms holding me from behind..the pervert escaped. A musky laughter filled the air around me; ''Put me down Yash or you are next'' He obliged and turned to face him; ''you spoiled it Yash , I was about to give that man a lesson for life ''

Yash smiled ruffing my hair ; ''I know my little bhim...but have mercy on that guy he was half dead''  throwing my hair back I replied; ''no he should live for million years with broken limbs one eye...ummmmmmm'' My words died as Yash's palm covered my mouth....I blinked at him looping his arm around my shoulder he started walking taking me along; ''Reshu being brave is good ...but bravery with anger could be dangerous....if while chasing that guy you would have gone to a dark alley or a lonely corner....he could have hurt you or their could have been more allies ....be careful girl''

''you think I can't handle them alone '' pulling my sleeves up I showed him my biceps ; ''I am powerful'' He mischievously  acknowledged  the fact...; ''Oh very....I know I am safe till I am with you...'' I couldn't hold my smile looking at his serious face..only he know how to calm my anger...the day my family knows there is someone who can cool the hot plate of my brain they will make hit write all the pointers ...smiling to myself I dragged him along...we were out on a weekend having some fun....we always did that.Since the day our friendship began....Yash always had time and ears for me...This is what I like about him.. If he committed something to someone  he would do all to keep his word...When ever he promised his time to me...he would hell care about who said or thought what  about us....

Present

Where ever I go...memories go with me. And I want them to, they are the best memories  of my life . 6 years have changed a lot in me ...accept my weight , well whatever I do I am still 49Kgs . Yash use to call me skinny tom and I called him muscular Jerry. I have come a long way since then...I was in 2nd year when Yash passed out....he had 2-3 offers in his kitty and then he got a big one ...he got a chance to work in US. Leaving after a month of passing out...before leaving he had come to meet me at the campus. He gave me a bear hug; ''Don't forget me Tom .....we will always be the best friends''  I am not the emotional type, but that day I felt as if a part of me was leaving ..I wanted him to stay. On the other hand I was happy for him, he got his dream job. He had gone through worst in last one year because of that Sheetal....I had seen him breaking into pieces. I knew he was leaving because he wasn't healed yet, he was escaping . May be this was right, all I wanted our friendship to go on for life...He left, that night for the first time in my adult life I cried and for whole night. We stayed in touch through phone mails and weekends would go in chatting whole night...but gradually calls mails chatting decreased....I thought he must be busy...I left few messages over the voice mail. few he answered and others were left unanswered ...I decided to quit...may be he was  too busy for our friendship . Hence I left him alone.

Leaning my head on windowpane I stared at the moving traffic ...The city comes alive in night..its crowded busy fast yet everybody is alone like me....I had secured a good job as a marketing executive in a good firm. My parents were over joyed...they would proudly boast about my achievement... But this wasn't my dream. I wanted to something of my own...hence after a year I had quit my job....the people for whom I had been a pride were now looking at me with complete disappointment....Dad decided me to get married . I refused, who gets married at 23 ....atleast not me. After leaving a parting note and picking my luggage I left my house....I had decided to come back after proving myself. As said, luck favours the brave...I assisted a small time event manager about whom I had got to know through a friend ....she was a wedding planner who helped making small budget weddings beautiful...I added innovation to to her concepts making her a success. Once I knew she needed me, I asked for the partnership...she had no option but to relent. I was making good money, more than what I made in my job...it was then when Shreyas offered me a partnership...it was his money my brain. What I did on small scale was going big...it wasn't just about decorations or catering ...I had done a whole research on different rituals being performed on different occasions....Whenever I took a break I travelled to different part of the country understanding their customers rituals ...I had been maintaining a diary since then. In current times people are hardly aware of old authentic traditions...whenever they failed or got stuck I stepped in....but this thing Shreyas never knew because I couldn't let him have all my secrets  ...I believed in doing less but the best...Shreyas became greedy and I decided to quit....I am not worried about rent or anything...since I made a good bank balance in these years. Still I am lost