“Hello!!”. The pat became harder.
“Oh! I’m sorry. Yeah ma’am, tell me. How can I help you?” Anju found the face similar.
“See. Sandhya. Seat no. 20. It’s my seat.”
Anju was shocked. Sandhya. What was the wonder created now. Vivek’s message then, and Vivek’s lover now. What’s happening! She controlled her shock and maintained her posture. She called the TC and got the confusion solved soon.
“I just can’t believe this stupid railways. How could they create such confusions!” Sandhya yelled as she arranged her bags on the seat.
“It might just be a small mistake in the system, since we booked it online. Normally such errors never happen. They’re very rare. If at all they happen, they’re sorted soon” Anju replied with a smile.
“Whatever! By the way, you’re from Bangalore? Where are you heading to? I’m going to Kolkata.” Sandhya was good at initiating conversations.
“Yes. I’ve the same plans too. Actually I’ve seen you. You were my senior. St. Mary’s! Batch of 2013. You were the topper. I remember” said Anju with excitement in her eyes.
“What? Oh no. What a strange coincidence! I never knew you though. So, Anjali right? What do you do? Graduation from the same old hell?” Sandhya laughed.
“Yes. Convocation takes place next month. But I’ve been selected for an internship programme, with City Beats, the magazine. I need to join in a month. Before that, I need to roam in the city I’ll be going to live for the next one year. Hence, thought about this trip to Kolkata. And yeah, Kolkata has always been my favourite” Anju said with a pleasant smile.
“Okay. Congratulations. You sound similar. It’s strange. Do you know my batchmate Vivek? Vivek Shenoy?” Sandhya asked with a grin.
Anjali was nervous. What if Sandhya knows their past completely? What if she lies and Sandhya humiliates her?
“Yes. I know him. I know him well, actually. We were very good friends. And he was the one who helped me prepare for the tests and get the selection for internship. He was the one who made me write everything and taught me the ways of being a better writer. Actually, my journey till now, in the path of being a writer, is totally built by him. I am his devotee, kind of !” Anju said with a child like glee.
“Ahh.. I see. And you fell in love. But, he refused you as I was already present in his life. And later, you cut the contact. Or did he do that? No wonder. I expect such things from him. I know him from past ten years. I regret spending my precious time with such a douchebag. A selfish, egoistic, hypocrite that he’d even…” Sandhya was totally angry.
“Please stop. He might be like that for you. I don’t know what has happened between you people. But for me, he’s everything. I love him more than myself. I adore him. So please, don’t say such things about him, atleast to me. I’m sorry for whatever might have happened between you, but, I don’t want to know more” Anju was about to break into tears, before Sandhya asked her to cool down and gave her a hug.
Sandhya was a bold, fearless girl. She was talented, equally talented like Vivek. Being his childhood friend, she was the one who knew Vivek the most. Yet, things didn’t work well for them when they chose to be in a relationship. Sandhya tried a lot, yet couldn’t keep it. She would always regret the ten years they spent together.
As she hugged Anju, Sandhya descended through the steps that led her into her past. Vivek was a good guy, her best friend. Yet… he wasn’t the one for her. She closed her eyes and immersed in his thoughts.