6 MONTHS

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 10 AM, JULY, 2020:


( Foo..., Okay, calm down, calm down;
Deep breathe; 1,2,3,4,...,8,9,10; no tension,
Kuch bhi nehi hoga, chaal; okay,
Here, we go; hopefully, she is online)
{ Pickup...(ringing)... pickup...(ringing)... pickup (ringing),
Finger cross, finger cross, finger cross;
Uff...}
(VIDEO CALL RECEIVED)
He : Hi
She: At last, after 6 months, yaad to aya.
He: yeah, 6 months. I told you na ki I will contact you anyhow, but pata nehi tha kab karunga, so aaj.
She: Is there anything specific or special today?
He: Naa...wese to Kuch bhi nehi hei, yeah, just causal, Kar diya.
She: Okay
He: So, how was this 6 months obviously without me?
She: Quite good and little bit boring, but not irritating.
He: Why not irritating?
She: Because tum nehi thei.
He: Wooooo...I irritated you, I irritated you. Actually, ye sabal na tumko mujhse puchna chaiye tha.
She: Oo Hello, tumko bhi pata hei tum kitne irritating ho.
He: Ha mein irritating tha 'cause aur koi nehi tha jisko irritate Kar saku.
She: kher choro, aaj kese yaad aya, phele wo bolo.
He: Tumko bola tha ki jab mera maan aur dil ka kuch connect hota hei phirse tab tumko contact karunga. So, aaj kar diya. Emotionally abhi quite stable hoon. So, yeah.
She: So, aaj mera bhi dil aur dimag connect nehi ho rahe hei. So, I shouldn't contact you.
He: Arey baba, aaj kafi himmat juta ke call kar raha hoon. Pata bhi nehi tha ki tum pickup karogi ye nehi. Please aese to maat bolo abhi.
She: But mein kese bhul jao, tum kese behave Kiya tha mera saath after that incident. How you ignored me? Wo teen mahine.
He: I'm sorry. I already confess it. Yeah, I got it. Meri galti thi. I took the wrong signs and mistook it. Can you forgive me now? I'm done with this, yaar.
She: Okay, but promise karo. Next time se ye saab galti maat karna and please don't leave me again.
He: Okay, janeman. Ab se ye saab galti nehi karonga and teri shaadi tak mein tere saath hii rahunga.
She: Shaadi tak ?
He: Yeah, obviously, shaadi ke baad, mein tera saath rahunga ye phir tera pati.
She: Phir bhi tum hone se himmat milti hei.
He: Hoga, tere sasural bale mereko maar dalega.
She: Actually, tumko bhi Kuch batana tha?
He: Bolo!
She: Meri shaadi fix ho geyi hei.
He: Ayeee...itna ghatiya prank maat Karo. Matlab kuch bhi...kuch bhi.
She: I'm damn serious.
He: Na. Ghanta serious. Kiya faltu baak rahi ho. You're just 20 now, yaar kese.
She: Check your WhatsApp. Kuch screenshot bheje hei.
He: (watching the screenshot) to matlab, it's true.
She: Yes.
He: Lekin tumahara degree.
She: Mujhko complete karne ko bola hei.
He: So, you got 1 year and 2 semesters left.
She: Ha. Maybe, this year ke end mein engagement hoga, uske baad next year ko shaadi.
He: December mein engagement and next year June-July ke baad shaadi, great! What about your dreams? Oh sorry, tumahara dream to shaadi karna tha...bhul geya tha.
She: Please tum bhi abhi. Tum agar mere Saath nehi rahoge to kon rahega.
He: Yeah, mein to hoon tumahare saath, till your marriage.
She: So, are you happy for me?
He: Yeah, absolutely happy for you. Engineer, high caste family, rich, gora munda... Good, great! Tumko to saab mil geya.
She: Are you upset with me?
He: Nooo...no, no, not upset. Kiyu honga?
She: You're crying?
He: Kaha? Ye dekho. Ro Raha hu kiya. Dekhta nehi kiya, khush hu tere liye yaar.
She: Okay
He: Matlab abhi baad aur mulakat bhi nehi hoga, agar ye pandemic khatam bhi ho jaye to.
She: Yeah, maybe.
He: As expected.
--------------( Minutes of silence)----------------
She: Kuch bolna nehi hei?
He: Sayaad
She: To bolo
He: Bolke ke bhi kiya faida abhi, tum sun ke bhi kiya karogi.
She: Phir bhi
He: To sunno
She: Roko ha, unka call aa raha hei. Mein tumko baad mein contact karungi. Bye Bye, take care.
(Tumko to kaha fursat milegi meri baad sunne ko,
Abhi to tum busy ho jaogi ghanto bhar,
Sirf akhri baad bolni thi ki mera bhi 6 mahine baki hei,
Iske baad mulakat bhi nehi, baad bhi nehi,
Ye fir dekh hii na pao;
Tum sada sukhi raho,
Dua hei hamari)
(VIDEO CALL ENDED)

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