Her hands started trembling. Fingers couldn’t type anymore as she couldn’t gain control over her body, which was shaking because of the heavy heartbeats that Anju was having. She was confused as if what to do. She suddenly had a flashback in the brain. The story which took place in her school. The story between two souls, of a 15 year old Anjali and a 20 year old Vivek. Yes. It was a message from Vivek, her crush, her love, her idol, or whatever the world could call him. But for Anju, Vivek was something that made her explore life, his words made her think and change, his smile was her medicine to all her pains, his reassuring pat on her shoulder was everything that Anju would need to cover miles and achieve things.
An attraction to her senior, who wrote well, was kind to everyone and always was pleasant, peaceful; that was Vivek. He was like Anju, exactly. They had similar likes, similar traits and similar thoughts and ideologies. It was no wonder that they bound well, thanks to the school that had college for the graduation course too. After all, Vivek was Anju’s inspiration to write and pursue the course in literature, despite the oppositions from her family regarding her career. It was for the first time Anju decided something on her own, and not her family. And yeah, Vivek was the sole reason. Vivek was the passive, invisible force behind that decision. He just inspired her and just few words from him made huge difference in her soul.
Anju walked in to love with Vivek. But, before expressing, she came to know that Vivek was not ready to accept as he loved Sandhya, his childhood friend. This didn’t break Anju much, but the grief did change her for good. As Anju was defined, she was that fire and wind, yet like water, adjusted to her new situations and went on to be optimistic. She achieved academically and also as a writer, only because she had Vivek’s words in her mind, his memories in her head and his soul as her force always, but yes, not physically. Vivek, who learnt that Anju considered him to be more than a friend, left her, conveying his disapproval.
A tear fell from her perfectly kajal lined eyes, the tear of joy and grief together. Anju was confused, and had millions of questions in her mind. What happened? Why suddenly now, after five long years? Where was he althese years? is he fine? She sat over there, on that train berth, like a statue. Now that she got a birthday wish, she thought to reply him first and continue the conversation. For the first time she had received the biggest gift on her birthday, Vivek’s message.
“Hi… How are you? I do remember you. Thank you so much for the wish. Its a surprise that you remember me and my birthday. How is life?” she typed. She was about to press the send button, but then, a sweet voice of a girl called her from behind.
“Excuse me, I guess this is my seat. Could I see your ticket please?”
But Anju was in Vivek’s thoughts. She was thinking about him, the way he changed her life and was anxious about the future happenings too.