The Written Ardour (Two Shots)✔

Part 2

“I have no name," she purred. "I'm whoever the keepers of my fate tell me to be.”

Shravan laughed, this girl and her cryptic sense of humour.

“Haha! Jokes apart. Shravan. Hmm.. A strong name. Do you know, one of the many meanings of Shravan is a star.  So Mr star, here I gladly introduce you to myself, my name is Suman. Suman Tiwari, a nineteen year old who hails from Delhi. My father is a doctor, a Cardiologist to be specific and mom is a lecturer of Philosophy. You know I wanted to study Philosophy too, then I went through Descartes, Kant, Leibniz, Hume, not to forget Plato and Aristotle, and instantly decided, this Philosophy is certainly not my cup of tea, errr... coffee. I hate tea! Btw, how old are you? MBA student, then you must be above 21. I mean we graduate at 21 right? I hope you don't mind. Oh yes, do you read only English literature or do you read the translated ones too? Okay so this is it. Now I have to go, I actually came here today, just for you. I'll be waiting for your reply. Till then be Happy, smile a lot ( I have this weird feeling, you don't smile a lot.). This is Suman Tiwari signing off.”

“Phewwww! She actually talks a lot.” Shravan whispered to himself. He read the letter again, one thing was prominent that the girl actually jumped from one topic to another, as if she wanted to say everything at once.

He uncapped his pen, and scribbled down, “Hi, Suman, finally I have a name for the girl I had been talking to. You know my name already. Well, I am from Bangalore. And girl you surely talk ...Well, too much. My parents are lawyers...yes both of them. And trust me it's not really very entertaining when you actually have to face two legal-beagles at home! So one bloomer and you are caught red handed. And may be I got my seriousness from these two, so you are actually right, I don't smile very often, but trust me if I say, I have smiled throughout the letter you've written.

I read everything, be it the translated one or not. And I am happy that you actually managed to come here and could reply. I was actually waiting for your reply.

P.S I am 20. Not 22.”

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Though Shravan was particularly excited about his pen-friend but somehow he couldn't manage to go to the library any sooner. His heavy assignments were really taking a toll on him.

He looked around, as he trekked up the stairs of the library. Reddish hue flushed in its deepest of shades, the sky seemed less angry today, with just a little drizzle here and there, the weather was pretty much perfect for a romantic endeavour.

Shravan rolled his eyes, when he opened the book and found two letters together marked as number 1 and 2.

“20! How is that even possible?! Oh my god don't tell me you are actually 2 years ahead of ...Oh my god! So I am actually talking to a genius. Legal-beagles haan?! So you've got a lawyer brain, a poet’s heart and what more? I have to go now. Again I am here just to read your letter. Man, you've got me addicted to your letters! ”

Shravan sighed, sometimes when you least expect, that's when the miracles happen. And Suman Tiwari was nothing but a miracle. These twenty years of solitude, he laughed again, he had always described himself as a lonely boy. His parents were never around, he didn't blame them though, people like them were bound to be busy. But again, when he used to see other boys rejoicing upon seeing their parents after a long day at school, he used to just sit alone on the back seat of their black limo.

Son of Mr Ramnath Malhotra and Mrs Nirmala Malhotra. May be this was the reason why he never wanted to be a lawyer. Because he never knew his parents. He never had a family.