It is a very sad thing that nowadays there is so little useless information. - Oscar Wilde.
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Narendran Kumar was late; as he ran through the streets he hardly noticed the he had caused at least two bikes to collide, a man to drop his briefcase and that his shoes were undone; the inevitable did happen and as our hero tripped and began to fall, he executed a save that shocked both him and onlookers and would have shamed an Olympic gymnast. Amazed at his luck, he got home, dropped the keys, ran upstairs, threw a few switches and sank into his chair. It was 5.30 pm.
Logging in online, he was feeling very good. He had planned for days for this and tonight he was going to do it, he was finally going to tell her… You see my dear readers, our boy was in love, and head over heels in it too. Leaning back on the chair he looked up and ran through the last 4 months.
Working as a programmer was hard, the hours were long and the strain immense, but naren loved his job and his team. But as with most 24 year old geeks, he was alone. And the net was proving to be his salvation, every evening he sat and talked, it really did not matter who or where, it was just the company, and of course like most young men, he was partially inclined to talk to girls, but don’t judge him too badly, the guy was decent and never flirted. Although he certainly wished he could
Then one late evening as he was gazing through the latest “pass this post to save this kid, XYZ will donate $ for each share“ and was preparing to comment on how stupid and technically impossible it was, he noticed that someone had beat him to it, a certain ‘anonymous ss’ . Liking the comment he withdrew and without a second’s thought he opened the chat line and sent his trademark
Hello?
A second’s pause and then came the reply.
Yes?
Hi, care to chat?
Why not!
The name is Naren, and you?
*****, nice to meet you.
Err, how do you spell *****?
Well think about it naren, the odds are we are never going to talk or meet in real life, so why give your name?
Fair enough, but now you know my name!
If you want, I will call you $$$$$$. Or would you prefer @@@@@?
Curious, Naren opened the mystery person’s profile, as expected it was hidden, the picture didn’t reveal much; it merely showed a piece of paper and an old fountain pen. ”interesting” he thought and resumed.
$$$$$ would do just fine.
I agree.
So, $$$$$ how do you do?
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Thinking back on that conversation he grinned, it had been a while since anyone had stumped him, and he liked a challenge, it was a full 20min into the conversation before he even knew it was girl, naren had a flair for words and knew how to use it and the girl was an even match. So that’s the way it had been for weeks, he was pleasantly surprised to find that ‘*****’ was smart and courteous. It was a further month before he even knew she lived in Chennai and By now he had finally gotten to the point that he was finally naren and not ‘@@@@@’ and she was “Anita”(or so she said) he talked about his work, his dreams of finally becoming a famous writer or how incredibly stupid people were on the net. And she poured on about how being an accountant was boring and on how she wanted to be a teacher and how she could not believe Christopher Nolan was yet to get an Oscar. It was then that our charming protagonist realized ‘I love this girl’.
