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Rang Gulaabi (The Colour is Pink)

15 Jul
Recently, I visited the heart of the king’s land. The land of palaces in abandoned mists. The city of Jaipur famous as the Pink City.

The purpose of visit was to take a judicial exam. The purpose was badly defeated and now let’s talk about the trip. As you know my trips are never descriptive of things for which the place is famous.

So, after reaching Jaipur, we stayed at Ramada Hotel. It is one of the best hotels in the city. After taking some rest we (my parents and I) went to meet one relative of my mother and then to other relative and then to some other one. On the way, I saw University of Rajasthan, the place where my father did his graduation, that library building where he used to study and that particular house where he lived for almost 3 years. And then we entered the actual pink city. The shops on both the sides are painted pink. Each and every shop… although it was not proper pink but magenta. Then from there, we went to the Govind Dev ji Mandir. The peculiar thing about it was that there was a small mosque in premises of the temple. In the evening, we went to a place called Choki Dhani. This is said to be an outing place for Jaipuriyas. Here you can find the whole lot culture of Rajasthan. They will welcome you at the entry gate in rajasthani style. The whole aura feels like you have entered into some village and various activities are going on; kalbeliya dances, magic shows, kathputli dance, mehendi and many many other things. We had our dinner at that place only and the hospitality was beyond expression. They would make you sit crossed leg on floor and then one after the other start bringing delicacies. It seems that the menu would never be over. They would start with water, then salad, then curd, then four types of vegetables and daal, then three types of rotis, then bajre ki khichdi, then two types of chutneys, then rice, then imarti and finally paapad. The food habits in Rajasthan are such that after they serve you the paapad, they wouldn’t give you anything, even if you ask for.

And so the next day was the tentative exam for which I had traveled to the beautiful land. The exam was pretty good than I had expected but bad enough to fail.

After the exam, I saw my parents¬† waiting for me outside the examination center. The first question that came out of my mother’s mouth was “Are you hungry” and my father’s mouth was “Will you pass?” I think that’s the difference. But I did not show any discrimination, and replied to neither. Well… we went to lunch after that… and back to Delhi by night.

The car driver had stories to tell. He is a Delhi driver who outsmarted one Jaipuri driver there. He advised my father on roads, routes and life. Yes… one of the gyaans being “life me na… bus khush rehna chahiye.. chahe kitna bhi dukh ho… (in life, one must be happy, even if there are ‘n’ number of sorrows surrounding you)”, he had a particular taste for pakoras and had a recipe to tell to every dhabawala where we wold have snacks.

So. this was all about the short visit to the old pink city. ūüôā




The Link-25- The One With The Shifting

3 Jul

“You are serious? That’s something…” Kriti said in disbelief.

“Unbelievable?” Abhigyan tried to complete her sentence.

“No… things have been worse… i mean it’s… thank you…”

“Well… you don’t need to do that… I will tell you about my plan in detail… when things get concrete… i will call you¬† back.”

Kriti puts off the phone and excitedly tells her mother about the whooping news.

“What did he said?” Asked her mother.

“He is shifting to Delhi. He asked his senior to transfer him to Delhi and fortunately there was one vacancy in the Delhi office of his company, so he is shifting..”

“And he is shifting for you?? I mean he made that plea for you… or he has some other reasons?”

“How does it matter? But he said that as soon as the news was confirmed by a letter from his office, I was the first one to know about it… so…”

“Hmm… he told you anything about his stay here? I mean where would he reside… where is his office, etc?”

“No… mom… I told you na… for now the only thing we know is that he is coming to Delhi.”

“Hmm…” Mrs. Roy smiled.

“I should probably call Nidhin and tell him the news. He would be happy.”

“Why do you think he would be happy?”

“Well… this person might help in my recovery… so…” She dialed the number and went out of the hall into the garden.

“Hey..” Nidhin picked up the phone.

“What were you doing?” She asked.

“Nothing… just preparing the assignment we have to submit tomorrow.”

“You already started it?”

“Yes… you haven’t?”

“No…” she sounded worried.

“Then… I would recommend that you just leave it now… you would not be able to complete ii if you start now… just take advantage of your health…”

“Of health..? how?”

“Just tell the prof that you had an appointment with your psychiatrist and that it took time… simple…”

“Okay… well I had called you to tell something.”

“Oh… then spit it out.”

“Abhigyan is coming to Delhi.”

“Oh… wow… that’s too thoughtful of him to visit you..”

“He is no visiting me… he is shifting to Delhi..”

“Don’t tell me that he is shifting for you..”

“Seems so…”

“Man… kill me…”

“What… you are not excited?”

“Kriti… doesn’t he seem extra caring? Why is he doing all this? Shifting workplace for a person you don’t even know is highly suspicious.”

“Well… he didn’t said that it’s because of me… but yes he moved the application asking his transfer… he didn’t told me the reason.”

“This man gets mysterious.”

“How? I was hoping that you would be happy to know like I am… but I don’t see that happening.”

“Kriti… I am your friend… but that doesn’t mean that if you have completely lost your mind, I would have to follow you… well.. I think I have a work to complete… bye.” He puts off the phone without giving any chance to Kriti to stretch the conversation.

She came inside the house and went to her room. She traced down Abhigyan at every possible address, WordPress, facebook, gmails and even twitter. Nothing seemed wrong. She was unable to understand why Nidhin gets hyper every time anything related to Abhigyan comes up.

Abhigyan was scheduled to shift to Delhi after 14 days of the news. He took help of Kriti and her family to find a proper accommodation, get to know the city and shopping for some essential goods. He was invited to dinner on the day he shifted. Nidhin was not called. This was the first time that Nidhin was ignored and not even told that Abhigyan has already shifted. Kriti’s father was not present at the dinner, as usual.

So… Abhigyan… you are liking Delhi?” Mrs. Roy started the conversation on the dinner table.

“Aunty… it has been hectic… Delhi is too fast… much faster than Bangalore… but I hope to sink in soon.”

“You will… the city will teach you… by the way… you never told anything about your family… ”

“Oh… yeah.. maybe because I don’t have one… I lost my parents at 14 and then my maternal uncle took care of me… he died last year… so basically no one is left.”

“Oh… I am really sorry to bring that up…”

“”Why are you sorry… it had to come out later or sooner.”

“Hmm… take that paneer masala…. I prepared it.” Kriti tried to divert the conversation.

“You have cooked it?” Abhigyan asked in surprise.

“I said I prepared it… pieced the paneer and made the gravy…”

“I appreciate..” He said in a sarcastic tone, while munching a piece of it.




The Link-24- The One With The Conscience

30 Jun

“So… why had he called you?” Nidhin asked Kriti in the canteen.

“Who?” She asked.

“Abhigyan… you said he called you… this morning..”

“OH… yeah… whatever… I mean he just called to ask about my health… why are you asking this question again and again?”

“I don’t know… he just didn’t seem right… there is something wrong about this guy..”

Are you jealeous?

“Why would I be jealous?”

“No… I mean… before I met him… you were my only friend… and now maybe as I making new friends… you might be …”

“Jealous?? Stupid…anyways… after lunch we have the cost accounting class… do not create any scene then…”

“What did I do?”

“You are not suffering from short term memory loss… do not repeat the MM class”

“I will try..” she said smiling.

The life was again coming to the routine. It was less complicated now as Kriti knew what that image in her mind meant. Although she still had to find the  answer to why it stuck, but she was now pretty confident that it would also be revealed fast.

“He didn’t called again…”

Who?” Asked Nidhin, although knowing the obvious answer.

“Abhigyan… and who else… it’s been two days. Do you think I should call him?”

“And what would you say?”

“Umm… I don’t know.. I don’t have a topic in hand.”

“Then I guess you should probably drop the idea of calling..”

“I mean I just wanted to ensure if he is…” She flummoxed.

“If he…?”

“If he is okay… i mean safe… i mean well in health.”

“Kriti…. do you realise that this person was not in that life that you want to know… so why are you so concerned?”

“I don’t know…”

“Relax… he does not matter… why? Because I don’t think he can be of any help to you to recollect that past in which he was not even present.”


Well.. did you checked out your blog?”

“Ya… I don’t know how could I write that… in one of the posts I have written my own obituary… in a sarcastic manner..why would I write that?”

“You were pretty pessimistic… anyways… why don’t you try to write some new article or a poem… you are good at poems.”

“I don’t know… nothing comes up”

“I am sure it will”


“The day you would know that you are Kriti Roy”

“I know that..”

“No… up till now you are following what your parents and Nidhin has been telling you… you need to realise the things yourself.”

“You are telling me not to trust what you said?”

“I am asking you to trust your conscience… if they clash with what we told you… trust the former… Kriti would do that.”

“I will try..”

“Kriti I know you are trying… but you need to try harder… seriously.”


That day when Kriti reached her home, she opened her WordPress account. There were notifications. Some likes and many comments. Most of the comments related to questions like… “where are you”, “why are you not writing these days”… Kriti took out a notepad and a pen, determined to write something, anything.

But she couldn’t. It seemed to be the hardest task and Nidhin was saying that she enjoyed writing. She found it hard to believe, and then she closed the notepad. She had to follow her instincts. She would write, when she would enjoy it like before.

She came down from her room to the hall.

She found her mother on the dining table, peeling peas for the dinner.

“Mom… may I help?” She asked from behind.

“Why would I reject? Come.” Mrs. Roy said.

“How was your day?” She asked.

“It was good… no fine… you know what…¬† Nidhin is behaving strangely nowadays.”

“Why? What has he done?”

“He hasn’t done anything as such… but since the day we met Abhigyan… he is kind of changed. He thinks that Abhigyan is not a right guy and that I shouldn’t talk to him.”

“What do you think?”

“I don’t know… I mean how can I judge a person whom I don’t even know… that would be unfair and at the same time… should I ignore the call of a friend who sailed through me when I was in the dark storm?”

“You should balance the two things… try to convince Nidhin that he is running too fast… that he should give at least one fair chance to Abhigyan and at the same time make sure that what you are trying to convince to Nidhin is not wrong. Trust nobody.

“Nobody?” She asked looking into the eyes of her mother.

“Ya…” Mrs. Roy was going to add something but Kriti’s phone rung.

“Oh…” she said, looking at the number.

“What is it?”

“It’s Abhigyan calling”

She took up the call and after a few mumblings and answers in positive given by Kriti, suddenly she jumped for once and screamed “Whhaaat?” with a big smile on her face.






The Link- 23- The One With The Routine (II)

24 Jun

“So… how was your trip?” Mr. Roy asked his wife at the midst of the night. He had attended a very important meeting in Malaysia, and had returned home two days after his daughter’s meeting with the random guy in Bangalore.

“How was you meeting… you got the deal?” Mrs. Roy asked in return.

“Oh… it was great as usual… and I cracked the deal as usual… it was easy… I don’t why that Mohanti is always so anxious and nervous… I am thinking of arranging a personality development session for this guy… he really never behaves like the Deputy Director to the Company… and…”

“You must be tired… ”

“The hell I am… and I would leave early for office tomorrow…so… I should sleep now…” He said and was drowsing within minutes.

Mrs. Roy saw him and answered… “About our tour… it was good.” She turned off the lights and came to her side of the bed. The sleep was far away from her eyes.

The next morning Kriti was woken up by the ringtone of her phone. She didn’t looked at the number and received the call.

“Yes… Nidhin… what is it?” She questioned in her drowsiness.

“Oh… I am sorry but this is Abhigyan..” The person from the other side confirmed.

“I am sorry… hi… how are you… Actually everyday Nidhin calls me at almost this same time.. so…”

“Okay.. Well I am fine… I just called to ask about your health.”

“I am good.. and I must tell you that I am really surprise to hear from you..”

“I hope it’s not that bad..?” He laughed.

“Oh.. no… i mean a pleasant surprise.”

“Well… so… I think I should just put off the phone now…”

“Hmm.. bye.” She put off the phone to see two miss calls from Nidhin.

She called him.

“Whom were you talking to?” He asked in a rude manner.

“To Abhigyan… why are you sounding so hysterical?”

“You called him?” He asked.

No… he called me… and how does it matter?”

“It does… well I had called to ask if you would be coming to college today?”

“Of course…”

“Okay… just wanted to confirm… see you in the college. ”

Kriti was waiting for his father to join her at the breakfast table. He came quite excitedly.

“Oh… Kriti… I am meeting you after so many days…”

“Isn’t that sad?” She interrupted.

Mr. Roy ignored her words and went on.

“So.. how was that Bangalore trip… I had asked your mom last night… but I don’t remember if she told anything.”

“Maybe you didn’t heard her…”

“May be I want to hear it from you…”

“Hmm… the trip was good… we met him… and today morning he called me to ask about my health… so… I don’t know… but so far so good.”

“How do you think he would be helpful in regaining your memory?”

“I have not worked that out yet… Dad… I am getting late for my college. I should leave.”

Kriti left the table without waiting for him to respond.

In the college, Kriti was still roaming around that Fort in Bangalore where she had met Abhigyan.

“Ms. Roy… Ms. Roy?” A voice was being directed towards her to which her brain was not responding.

Nidhin who was sitting beside her pinched her in the arm.

“Oh… what…”

“Ms. Roy… are you here?” The Marketing Management professor asked her.

“OH… Yes Sir.”

“You sure?”


“Then please tell me how I just now told the marketing strategy that can be used to sell the chalk powder?”

“Chalk powder?”

“Yes…I just told that..”

“Umm… chalk powder… we might use that for rangoli..?”

“Okay… first of all I was teaching something else… you proved that you were not listening… so get out.”

“Okay… what’s secondly… I mean you said ‘first of all’ so what’s the second thing?”

“Oh… thanks for reminding… because you told a lie… you are disallowed from sitting in my class for the next 5 days.

“Okay. I should leave.”

“Don’t you know the word ‘sorry’?” The professor taunted as she was leaving the class.

“I know Sir… but I don’t think I should use it now.”


“Yes Sir?”

“Has she regained her memory?”

“No… Sir…” He said smilingly.





The Link- 22- The One With Many Doubts

20 Jun

The next day, as Kriti, Nidhin and Mrs. Roy were getting ready to reach the Airport,¬† Nidhin’s phone rang.

“Hi… Abhigyan… how are you?” Nidhin tried to sound as casual as he could.

“The same as you left me… I thought over it the whole night… can I meet you people again?”

“Ya… you can.. we would be glad… but I just wanted to warn you..”

“Warn??¬† What did I do?”

“Yesterday, you made her cry… I don’t want that to happen again..”

“I will try..”

“Okay… so where should we meet?”

“Have you visited Bangalore Fort… its a nice place..”

“Not yet..”

“Okay… then see you there… at 12… if its fine with you.”

“It is..” Nidhin put off the call. He went to Kriti’s room to tell her about the change in plan.

“Why would he want to meet again?” Mrs. Roy asked in a worried tone.

“Aunty… I don’t know… he just called up and said he wanted to meet… maybe he realised that what we were bluffing, and maybe now he wants to listen seriously to our story..”

“Maybe? What do you mean by maybe… and if we are just going there on the basis of assumptions then ‘maybe’ he has invited us to make fun of me or to…” Kriti said in an anguished tone.

“Ya… you maybe absolutely right… but I may also be absolutely right… and we can only know who is actually right… by meeting him again… Kriti… maybe it’s the last shot and I know you don’t want to miss this shot.”

“Is this even worth a shot… I mean how does it matter at all… he is nobody… I know that… he is just a random guy I met on a stupid website… how would he in the first place help me in regaining my memory… it’s obvious that he does not know anything about me…”

“Kriti… the question is not what he would do or if he is important or not… the question is why do you remember him… and about the stupid website… I had told that to you a hundred times before you lost your memory and each time you would defend your writing and today when you are telling that it’s stupid… strange thing… but I would like to tell you that it’s not stupid… the stuff you write is not stupid…”

“Hmm… whatever… Mom what do you think… should we go?”

“Do you want to go?”


“Here I am missing the old Kriti, she never used to be too confused while taking any decision… well… you should go…”

“What do you mean by you should go? You are not coming along?”

“I think I should not. He was quite frightened to see me yesterday at the restaurant¬† and I don’t want to repeat that… I still remember how much baffled he was to see all new faces..”


At the Bangalore Fort:

Nidhin and Kriti met their host in the extended park of the historical ruin.

“So… how are you?” Kriti asked.

“I really don’t think you to be the appropriate person to ask questions like this…” He wanted to add more but his eyes fell on Nidhin’s plain face.

“Well, first of all, this is your bag… you had left it yesterday… we had no intention to carry it but the waiter thought that we knew each other and we would return it to the rightful owner.. so…” Nidhin handed the packet to Abhigyan.

“Oh… this was meant for Kriti… I mean as a co- blogger…”

“Why had you invited us?” Nidhin interrupted him.

“What are you? His spokesperson?”

“I don’t have to tell you…” Nidhin said.

“Fine… Kriti… I wanted to talk to you… see… I am very sorry for my behaviour yesterday… but I think you would understand that it was not completely my fault… and i understand that it was not even your fault… now… I am still amazed at the fact that someone in this world can remember a person whom he or she has never even met or known… but the interesting question that needs to be answered is why me… and since in the question I am involved… I would like to help you in finding the answer… if you allow me…”

“How would you help me?”

“I don’t know… I just don’t know… but you didn’t came here¬† just to meet me… you came here in search of a person who¬† has a connection with you… the connection is the mystery. And I think it would be easier to solve it¬† if both the people at their ends try to probe into it..”

“So… you want it to do for yourself?” Asked Kriti.

“Ya… absolutely…”

“Okay… That’s a good idea…what do you think Nidhin?”

Nidhin smiled and said, “I remember you asking your mom today about going or not going to meet this person and now here you just took a prompt decision… the old one is still there…”

Kriti smiled. She turned to Abhigyan and said, “So… I don’t know what I should say… We have to leave now… but I think we would be in touch now..?”

“Ya sure…” Abhigyan reposed confidence in her.

“So.. I guess we should leave now.” Nidhin interrupted.

“Umm… Kriti… Yesterday… I had brought this for you… please accept it now…”

“You really don’t have to do this..” Nidhin jumped into the conversation.

“No… I think I will take it.. thank you… would you mind if I open it here?” She asked, ignoring Nidhin’s words.

“No… not at all…”

She opened the gift wrapped object and it was a keyboard.

“Keyboard?” She asked with surprise.

“Ya… I couldn’t think of anything better for an online writer. The instruments of a conventional writer are diary and notepads and pens, but for bloggers like us, it is more of technology and these outputs that help us in getting published… so…”

“How thoughtful of you.. it is really… cool.” Kriti stammered.

“So.. I think we should leave now.” Nidhin reminded Kriti.

Kriti gave Nidhin a deadly look, but bid goodbye to Abhigyan and left the place.

“Why were you in such a hurry? Why were you so rude?” Kriti asked him in an angry tone.

“Because he was too sweet and so helpful… he was absolutely not sounding like the person we met yesterday…”

“So… you have a problem with everything… last night he was rude… you had a problem… today he was sweet then also you have a problem. What is your problem?”

“I don’t know…”

“Nidhin… any problem?”

“I don’t know…”

“Will you tell me when you would know?”





The Link- 21- The One With Orchids

2 May

“Umm… huh??” Abhigyan looked at the waiter in a lost state.

“I think… we would be ordering after sometime… we will call you..” Nidhin said.

“Umm… no… no… wait… okay just go..” Abhigyan said in utter indecision.

He looked up at Kriti, and asked.. “Why?? I mean… why are you playing such a prank… I know this is pure hoax and you can very well see that i have been fooled, so now you can reveal the truth and admit that I have been fooled.”

“We are not fooling you and this is not a hoax… actually we came all the way from Delhi… just to meet you… we have no project work…”

“So… there is some lie involved…thank God..” He said.

“See… Abhigyan… I know… you might be finding it difficult understand the situation…”

“No…no… I am not… she met with an accident… and then after she regained her consciousness… she forgot everything, but one image on WordPress… where unfortunately, my comment was posted… right?? Did I missed on anything?”

“No… you didn’t…”

“So.. it’s clear that you are messing up with me… but please now, enough is enough..”

“Abhigyan… why don’t you get it… we are telling you the truth… and we are not here to frighten you… just to let you know that there is someone… a person like this… who remembers you in the whole world… the moment she has woken up… she wants to know about you… she didn’t even remembered herself… but you… and we just wanted you to know this… that’s it..” A soft but balanced voice jumped into the conversation.

“Who is she?” He asked.

“My mom…” Kriti answered in a sulking voice.

“Why didn’t she joined us for the dinner?”

“We didn’t wanted to scare you..”

“Well… you did a really bad job in that respect…umm… I think I should leave…waiter… please bring the cheque…”

“Umm.. Abhigyan… We know that you might be puzzled, anxious, surprised, upset and really very angry… but it’s just the truth..that we wanted to tell you.” Kriti said in a low vice.

“I am just one thing at the moment… that you didn’t mentioned… I am just confused… maybe after that phase is over… I would move on to the things you mentioned.

The waiter came with the bill. Mrs. Roy grabbed it from his hands and paid it.

“So… I guess… I am sorry for the evening…” Abhigyan said this and left. He didn’t waited for any reply to come and the conversation to move any further.

“He must have been scared..” Nidhin tried to console Kriti.

“I don’t know… our plan… just blew off.” Kriti said in distress.

“I think we should also leave…” Mrs. Roy suggested.

As they were coming out from the restaurant, a waiter came running to them with a bag.

“Sir, I am afraid, but you were forgetting this on the table.” He said to Nidhin.

“No.. this ain’t ours.”

“But, Sir, the gentleman, you just had dinner with, had brought this with him.. so..”

“Okay… I will take it… thank you…”

The waiter gave him a hassled look.

“What would we do with this??”

“Let’s get to the hotel.”

They reached the hotel where they were staying, in almost 15 minutes by the taxi drive.

“Should I open what he brought for us?” Kriti asked her mom.

“He didn’t gifted you this… he just forgot to take this with him… we cannot accept what is not offered to us..” Mrs. Roy resisted her.

Kriti went outside to get some fresh air. She roamed in the garden of the hotel.

“What are you doing here?” Nidhin’s voice clashed into her ears.


“That’s interesting… because I saw you roaming here, looking at those white orchids… you know what orchids symbolise??”

“What?” She asked.

“Well… in different cultures they are symbols of purity, and there are also some healing, disease fighting and protective properties that orchids have… but the main thing is that they are very rare… it is very difficult to grow them and even the best¬† gardeners may fail to cultivate them. And do you know one more thing?”

“NO… what is that?”

“You like orchids… because you thought that you are like them… its difficult to understand you, to be with you… its rare that someone would actually understand you…”

“These were the thoughts I had about myself?? Nidhin, can you tell me one thing?”


“Did i hated myself or I loved myself??”

“You were just too possessive about yourself and you had that fear that you will loose yourself if someone would come close to you..”

“But it seems that you were very close.. I mean you really understand me…”

“The thing was that I was close to you but it was not same vice versa… so you actually never understood me and that’s why you never knew…”

“Kind of complicated… right..?”

“If you compare that to what happened today… I guess ya… a bit..”

“Today… today…it all screwed… very badly…”

“Don’t worry… everything would fall in place…”



The Link- 20- The One With The Dinner

26 Apr

“How are you?” Nidhin asked Abhigyan, as he sensed that Kriti was not in a position to talk as yet.

“I…i…am… fine… please be seated.” Abhigyan was offended by Kriti’s non-¬† answering behaviour and on that Nidhin’s intervention.

“So… umm… you have read my posts??” He asked Nidhin.

“Ya.. some of them..” Nidhin answered in a sulking voice.

“Which one do you like the most… i mean of all you have read… which one is your favourite?”

(Why are all these writers so concerned about the ‘favourite’) Nidhin thought. He was scanning some topics to talk about and avoid the current discussion, when Kriti said,

“I liked that ‘In Conversations With Abhigyan’… where you tried to talk to yourself… and where you tried to actually understand yourself.”

“Hmm… thanks..” Abhigyan said with a little smile.

“I am sorry… maybe I was rude back then… when I didn’t answered… but you see I was kind of shocked or maybe awestruck…” Kriti explained.

“It’s okay… what would you have?” He asked both of them.

They placed their orders and the waiter informed that it would take 10-15 minutes to come. Now, all the three were thinking about the things they can talk.

“How was your day?” Kriti tried to break the ice.

“Oh… don’t ask… office and then the boss… but you know what, since the day Nidhin called and asked to meet.. I have been really happy… I mean you yourself are a writer¬† must be knowing that feeling, that joy, when someone compliments your work and wants to see you when they are in your town.”

Kriti gave a confused look. She had no idea what it feels to be a writer… but she could not show that emotion right now.

“Ya… I kind of do…” She just stretched that answer in these words.

“By the way… you have come to Bangalore for some work… what is it about?”

“Umm… we are here to work on a project… we have to make a project and for that we need to do empirical study.. so for that purpose… tell us more about yourself.. what do you do… and you know…” Nidhin tried to divert the discussion and bring in Abhigyan as the topic of discussion.

“Oh.. great… see this is the most difficult question… who am I… when someone asks this… it’s like… Oh My God… who am I… what should i tell and what not…”

“You are right… this is the most difficult question but for some, to answer this question is very important… sometimes this question brings someone to unknown places… sometimes this question forces a person to meet new people… sometimes it’s not about introspection… sometimes for some people, the answer to this question becomes the aim of life..” Kriti said.

“Waah… and now I can relate you to the Kriti whose writings I have read…” Abhigyan said smiling.

“You do?” Kriti asked excitedly.

“Umm…ya…” Abhigyan felt something wrong with the girl’s behaviour.

The food came by that time.

“So… who all is in your family?” Nidhin again tried to start a conversation.

“Oh… I have my family base in Uttar Pradesh… I am here just because of work… Back there I have mom. dad, one younger brother… what about you?”

“Oh… I am the only son of my parents… I had a sister… but she met with an accident when she was 5. So…”

“Oh… I am sorr..”

“You had a sister and you never told me?” Kriti intervened.

“You know that…” Nidhin tried to pacify her.

“Maybe I know, but you know that I don’t remember.”

“There is nothing to tell…”

“Excuse me… but Kriti… you don’t remember… how would he know what you remember and what not?”

“Well… ” Kriti was in a fix. She could not express that she does not remember anything except him.

“Actually… I think we should now come to the basic point… Abhigyan…. I want you to listen to this very carefully… it’s not a joke… please…”

“Dude… you are scaring me…”

“Kriti had met with an accident a few months ago, and she lost her memory… amnesia they say it… she had forgotten her name, her identity… you see everything… except one…”

Abhigyan looked at Kriti. “Is there any truth in what he is saying?” he asked.

“There is no lie…”

“Ohkay… what’s that exception?”


“Me??” You didn’t forgot me?? But there is nothing between us worth remembering…”

“Actually she remembers one image… the image of WordPress where you had commented.. so basically she does not even remember you… it’s just the image and in that image… you were involved.”

Abhigyan could not believe his ears. He bowed his head to think.

“Sir… you would like the desserts now or after sometime?” The waiter came to take the last order of the meal of the night.


The Link- 19- The One Where They Meet

23 Apr

“So… are you excited to meet him?” Kriti asked her mom and Nidhin, while they were waiting for the flight to fly, sitting inside the plane that was going to take them to Bangalore in almost one and a half hour.

Her mom just smiled at this question. Kriti had been asking this question since the previous night and had repeated it almost 5 times, the present day. Nidhin had stuffed his ears with the headphone and had started watching a movie coming on the plane’s personal screen. Not getting¬† the excited reaction from both, Kriti just sat quietly, searching for something to divert her mind from Abhigyan. She started reading a magazine.

The flight attendant came and gave the general information about the four emergency gates in the plane and also gave the specific instructions as to how and when they are to be used.

As the plane started moving on the runway, Kriti felt someone’s touch on her hand. She moved her neck to watch out. It was Nidhin’s hand… trembling with fear, his eyes were closed and he was breathing quite unusually. She laughed at this behaviour of Nidhin. She kept her other hand on his hand to support him. Nidhin opened his eyes and looked into Kriti’s.

“Are you okay?” Asked Kriti.

“Ha?” He asked in an addled tone.

“I… was asking… if you are okay..” Kriti repeated.

“Oh… I… I… yes… umm… okay… I am okay…”

“You sure?”


The flight had taken off and the plane was quite stable in the air. Nidhin made an eye contact with Kriti and brought her attention to their hands. Kriti quickly removed her hand from Nidhin’s and focused on the movie being¬† telecasted in the plane.

“I am sorry…” Nidhin said to control his stirness.

“It’s okay… are you afraid of height??” Kriti asked.

“No… you see… it’s the first time I am travelling by plane.”

“Ohkay… umm.. why?”

“Because my father’s income does not allowed me to…”

“But… for this flight you didn’t let me pay… why did you paid if…I mean…”

“First… I paid for my ticket because I do a side job after college and the savings were enough to buy the ticket, second, I didn’t wanted anyone.. to think that I am all at your expenses and third… it’s my first flight travel… let me enjoy it… so please shut up…”

“Oh…” Kriti just said this, but she kept looking at Nidhin.

After about 2 hours of an experience in the air vessel, they arrived at the Kempegowda International Airport, Bengaluru. Nidhin called Abhigyan and asked him about his schedule. Abhigyan told him that he had asked for a leave and it was granted too, but at the last moment, his boss called him over to finish some urgent work, so he would not be able to meet at the planned time, but would meet him up for dinner.

Nidhin told about the change of plans to Kriti and his mom.

“How can he do that??” Kriti showed displeasure.

“Well he can..” Mrs. Roy tried to soothe her out.

“But when we were scheduled to meet for lunch… how can he convert it into dinner?? I mean how can he, so take us for granted… i mean..”

“You are right, Kriti…” Nidhin interrupted. “Let’s go back to Delhi..”

“Should we?” she changed her tone… “I mean how can we leave without meeting him… I mean…”

“Just shut up and head over to the hotel… I know you are not going anywhere without meeting that blogger.” Nidhin said casually.

“Hmm…” she sighed.

In the evening, Kriti called Nidhin in her room. She was confused about what she should dress in.

“See… ma is saying that this blue kurta and jeans would be quite subtle but I think that this black kurta and jeans would be better… what’s your opinion?”

Nidhin was quite in a fix, because Mrs. Roy was sitting next to Kriti and he knew that if he picks the blue one, Mrs. Roy would be extremely happy because it might be after a very long time that her daughter would be doing something that she likes. So he picked the blue one.

“See… i told you… why did you troubled Nidhin?” Mrs. Roy says.

“I just thought it better to take a second opinion…” Kriti said in a low voice.

“Aunty, I was thinking that since you are coming with us… you should sit at another table… I mean he should not know that we are three people… I mean see… he himself would be quite nervous and apprehensive to meet two strangers… and he might get more fearful to meet the girl’s mom… I mean it’s just a suggestion..”

“No… it’s okay… actually I was thinking the same that it might not be good to surprise him too much… I will stay away from him but close to you…” Mrs. Roy said, looking at Nidhin.

Nidhin called Abhigyan to confirm the meeting.

Nidhin reached at the restaurant with Kriti, 10 minutes late owing to the traffic.

Kriti saw a man, dressed in lime colored shirt and black trousers with black shoes. He was wearing a Polo watch in his right wrist. He had a sober hairstyle and his height was almost 5’6″. The table along which he was standing had white cloth spread over it and on the extreme right side of the table, a small bag was kept. They reached near the table.

“Hi… I am Nidhin… and she is your co- blogger… Kriti…” Nidhin introduced himself and his friend.

“Wow… Hi… I am Abhigyan… Hi Kriti… so nice to meet you…” He said.

Kriti didn’t said anything. She wanted to, but it seemed that words choked into her throat.


So... the story is getting complicated...

So… the story is getting complicated…







The Link-18- The One With The Excitement

20 Apr

“Nidhin do you realise that it’s only 2 days left… that I would meet him..” Kriti said enthusiastically.

“Ya… i know… the realisation is imposed on me by you after every 10 minutes.” Nidhin said in a low voice.

“I am sorry… but I can’t help it…” Kriti said joyously.

“Well… you would be happy to know that Abhigyan had called yesterday and he was asking for your number.”

“You gave it?”

“Of course not…”

“I mean why?? You should have given him my number..”

“And then he would have called and you might have spitted the truth and then maybe he would have cancelled the meeting at all…. or he might have called and tried to hit on you…. Kriti you don’t know that person… no one knows him… how could I have possibly given your number to an unknown person?”

“I had given you my number at a time when you were more stranger to me than Abhigyan is… and he was never a stranger… in fact he was the only person I knew… although remotely… but I knew… when I had forgotten even my name.”

“So… what do you want me to do? If I would have given your no. and he would have misused it or irritated you, then also you would have yelled at me… you want to talk to him… take his no.”

“Why are you yelling at me??? Who are you to yell at me…?

Nidhin stood quiet for a second and then said, “You are becoming the old Kriti…” He left that place after saying this.

Kriti didn’t knew why she said that to Nidhin. And why Nidhin said that to her. Who is the old Kriti that no one wants?¬† What kind of person was she, about whom no one even wants to talk…

She didn’t stayed any longer for the classes and straightaway went to her home.

Mrs. Roy was surprised to see the girl at that hour of the day. But, couldn’t ask Kriti anything as Kriti stormed into the house with visible anger on her face.

Mrs. Roy prepared some snacks and then went to her room.

“Are you upset?” She asked as she entered her room.

“Ya… kind of…i had a fight with Nidhin..”

“Why… i mean if I may ask”

“Just… i mean he said something and I said something that maybe I shouldn’t have…”

“So… you know that it’s your mistake?” She asked.

“Ya… it’s my mistake… ”

“Then… you should just say sorry…”

“I will… mom can I ask you something?”

“Ya… sure…”

“Who am I?”

“You.. you are Kriti Roy…”

“Don’t tell me what I already know… today when I said something to Nidhin he said I am becoming that old Kriti… why did he said that?? I want to know about that Kriti..”

“Its just that you were moody and arrogant… you had no respect for other’s feelings… you were blunt and outspoken and you hardly cared for anyone…”

“And why was I like that?? I mean there got to be a reason for me being such an ice..”

“Plus you were hideous… you never used to tell anyone what’s going on with your life… so.. I seriously do not know why you were so hard on things..”

“Hmm… I will find out… i will definitely…” She said.

“I hope the same… well have you talked to Nidhin about Bangalore… I mean he talked to Abhigyan?”

“Ya… he did… are you excited to meet Abhigyan?” She asked her mom.

“Of course I am…” Mrs. Roy said smiling.

“But it seems Nidhin is not… I mean he doesn’t seem hopeful about Abhigyan… It seems he has this feeling that Abhigyan is a wrong person.”

“He is just having doubts about the unknown… it’s normal… Nidhin is a very good friend… and his worry proves that fact… who is Abhigyan?? We barely know him and the people we don’t know should be carefully watched. Nidhin is doing that for you..” Mrs. Roy took Nidhin’s stand on the situation.

Just then, Kriti’s phone rang. It was Nidhin.

“Hello..” Kriti answered. Mrs. Roy stood up and walked away from the room.

“Ya… I am sorry for today..” Nidhin said from the other side.

“I am sorry… I shouldn’t have shouted…” Kriti apologized.

“Hmm… and I just want you to know that I will not interfere in your life like I had started doing lately..”

“No… I mean… You don’t interfere… you are just being careful for me… and I would like you to continue that…”

“Are you sure?”


“Do you want his number?”

“Whose numberindex?”

“No one’s..” At this… both of them had a laugh.



The Link – 17- The One With The Call

13 Apr

Previously on¬† : After the accident, the only thing that Kriti remembers is an image,the most striking feature of which was Abhigyan. While, Kriti is trying to get back to the normal routine with her parents and one friend, Nidhin, a question always tickles her… who is Abhigyan? In search of this person, she accesses her WordPress account and finally gets the details of the man. What happens next? Let’s see…




“Ya am I talking to Mr. Abhigyan Sharma?”

“Yes ma’am you are… May I know…”

The phone disconnected.

Kriti could not hold up the phone any longer. Nidhin was sitting beside her. She was calling Abhigyan from her college.

“Why did you hanged off?” Nidhin asked.

I don’t know… I just didn’t knew what to say… I was completely blank…”

“Call again..” He said.

“No…i can’t… i shouldn’t… I mean what would I say… should I tell him why I called? would he even listen or trust that… I mean that’s too dramatic… and I mean…

While Kriti was blabbering in confusion, Nidhin took her phone and redialed the number.

A heavy but mild and calm voice answered,


“Ya.. is this Abhigyan?”

“Yes… but who are you?”

“Hi… I am Nidhin from Delhi… I have read your posts and I wanted to meet you..”

There was no reaction from the other side.

“Hello… hello?? Are you there??”

“Ya.. ya… I was just… I mean.. you found the posts so interesting? Which of the posts urged you to actually call?”

The phone was on speaker mode. Kriti could listen to each and every word that was being exchanged between the two…

Nidhin was in a fix. He had never read any of Abhigyan’s blog. He even didn’t knew what he writes about.

“Actually… it’s general.. I mean every post of yours is worth reading… Umm.. actually I am coming to Bangalore next week… and your profile says that you live there… so I was just wondering if we could catch up…”

“Ya… definitely… I would be so honoured… wow… I must tell you this is the happiest moment and that came from a stranger… really I am overwhelmed to know that a reader wants to meet…umm… are you also a blogger?”

“No… actually one of my friends is… and through her column.. i read yours… well she is also accompanying me to Bangalore..”

“Who is it?”

“Kriti Roy”

“Oh… Kriti… Kriti… she is a wonderful blogger… why didn’t she called?”

“Ya… she should have called… right?? Umm… umm…”

Nidhin was out of lies at this point but was thinking hard to get away.

“..Ya… actually its a surprise for her. We are coming to Bangalore for some professional work and I didn’t told her that I am fixing a meeting with you… I mean she would be surprised… I mean pleasantly surprised…”

“Oh… sounds great…please tell me the dates when you are coming… so that i can take a leave from office..”

“The dates are net yet final… I will confirm everything… very soon…”

“Ohkay… have a nice day… and again… it was really nice to talk to you… You made my day…”

The phone hung up.

“See… i fixed the meeting…” Nidhin said smiling.

“Umm… you just fixed the meeting… I guess we should have asked my parents about this…?”

“You are Kriti… Kriti never takes permission… once in the class you didn’t wanted to hear to lecture anymore… so you just stood up and went outside and when the professor asked what happened, you plainly told him that you were not interested to hear him.”

“I did that? I am that rude?”

“You have no idea girl…”

Hmm… but atleast i should tell them… and when are we going to Bangalore?”

“I don’t know everything…. it was just lie on lie piled up to get to the truth..”

“Will you please accompany me to home today and be there when I tell my parents about this?”

“Ohkay… Please ask your mom to make samosas for me… they are just awesome..”

That day when they reached Kriti’s house.

“Mom… where is Dad? I want to talk to him..”

“Mrs. Roy looked at Nidhin in disbelief and asked, “She re- gained her memory?”

“No… why did you asked?” Nidhin questioned.

“She is talking like the old one… Well your dad is not here.. but what is it… you seem excited..?”

“Ya… I am going to meet Abhigyan..”

“When, where, how…?”

She told each and every detail of how Nidhin fixed up the meeting. Nidhin was munching samosas in the meantime.

“So you are going to Bangalore to meet him and he has no idea… why?… I mean he would be having a totally different idea of the meeting..?”

“Yeah… but I guess… this was a way to meet him… I mean if I would have told that some girl has lost her memory and only remembers him… he would have either gone for a hear attack or be confused… in either case he would have been gone… changed his number or something…” Nidhin tried to explain his deed.

“Hmm… so you two would be going? Next week?”

“Dad would be angry?”

“Why would he be… he wouldn’t even realize your absence if you don’t tell him.”

“Hmm… but you should come…”

“I will…” Mrs. Roy smiled. She made a call and ordered for three tickets to Bangalore being made available for friday night of the next week.

“I will do the other arrangements also… and Nidhin thank you for doing so much… but coming to Bangalore… are you sure? I mean… your parents… wouldn’t they say anything?”

“I don’t think… they should be having any problem… I mean.. I will ask them… but shouldn’t be a problem…I think i should leave now…” He left the house in a hurry then. images



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