"Coincidently yours"

I cling to his little finger with as much force as I can. I do not want him to go. His presence is exceedingly soothing for my battered soul. Before I can savour the moment and see his face , it fleets into oblivion.

Sweats are pearled on my brow. My body yearning for a bit of oxygen . And I surge with the same alacrity a drowning soul does.

My eyes as wide as an owl’s. The dream left me in doubts. Before I could ponder over my subconscious which has literally entertained me an old school romance , the time of the day demanded my attention.

I rushed into the washroom , flanking my sheet to attend the chores of my life. Having lived in the apartment from past seven years, nothing excited me much. But it promised me the freedom that my soul yearned for.

My mind is still anticipating the climax of my unfinished dream when all I am doing is stamping the documents the bank firm fakes to promise it.

“Arti, where are you lost?”,questioned Parineeta breaking my reverie.

“I just had a weird dream. Do you want anything?”

“The senior manager is asking for you. “

“But why? “

“For that to know, you should take the lift and knock at his door! And yes, weird dreams on your mind won’t help you with him”, she winked and turned to do her job.

My spinster life was off on any dating magic. I didn’t want to brook any relationship stuff. I am still figuring out a reason for that. And a casual one was not my nature.

Sitting in the canteen, brooding over what to do over the coming weekend, my eyes fell on a man. He is wearing a blue check shirt and grey trousers. He is dressed in his satirical best when compared to his age.

I am unable to decipher his expressions. He catches me looking at him .

Too afraid to confront, I turn away my face in the opposite direction.

After 5 minutes, his gaze compels me to see at him. His eyes are so strikingly familiar. I rack my brain for any possibility of having met him just even as a passing acquaintance. Nothing comes up!

Finally accepting my defeat, I am about to leave the canteen when I ran into someone. The person poured coffee over me. Like a clueless bird, I found myself in a strange set of circumstances.

The same guy got me the napkin, asked me if I was all-right. I nodded in apprehension. But aren’t there times when you feel connected to a passing soul and all you try to find is some chance to get the link straight. Reasons resorted to the logic because we need to survive.

“Ma’am, Ma’am?”, his thick voice showing concern.

His teeth were akin to a rabbit. Eyes welled with curiosity for the world. And a concern of a well-wisher.

He was expecting something. He was a bit perturbed. Even before I could thank him, he handed me my handbag and went away.

The day was a slow one. I came from the office a wee bit early. Thinking of cleaning the cupboards that are now reigning in dust .After a cup of coffee, I went to the old cupboard.

After months of procrastination, I was finally standing before it. It had some old tapes, music stuff , photo albums of my alma mater and souvenirs of my sweet memories.

Going through one by one, school slam book came in my hand. Wistfully, leafing through the pages, a column came of someone.

It was written in the ugliest of handwriting. Having studied of some of the graphology that is related to the evaluation of personality through one’s handwriting. I started trying out. This friend is an introvert given to the size of the alphabets. Averse to people for there was a left slant. Trustworthy and confident due to perfect o and t shape alphabet. And then I read the most interesting column that was considered in our high school-“Your crush”

I was smiling slyly till it turned out to be “YOU”. Given the fact, I was hardly someone who was sought after, this was unusual. I looked for the name. It turned out to be digits written in the column of name. How absurd it was. The man must have guts to confess.

I felt a childlike disappointment for not knowing my secret admirer if it ever existed. But getting aware of my racing thoughts , I thought to move back to work.

Code language dawned upon me. Sensing the digits and the alphabets can have a direct link for each other , I excitedly took the paper and decipher the digits for the name.1981852 gave me a ridiculous result-Aihaheb. I was about to give up when I thought of taking two numbers at a time.Having just 26 alphabets, only 19 and 18 run the possibility of having a later alphabet. Who was he? The memory failed. I thought of looking the group photograph which was half eaten away by rats.

I got him, standing in the centre. I flipped the photograph for memories were rushing too fast to digest.

He was the one who went away without telling me anything. I was clueless. He disappeared as soon as he came. I regarded him as a friend. His last words probably were “Just love yourself even your flaws, because it takes courage to love another soul.”

It came all at once. Was the dream a coincident? My tears fell on the back of the photograph.

There was written-“ Yours Curious Rabbit”

I rushed to my handbag and there was this card anonymously lying but with a name branded on it-“ SHREY”.

"If this is a coincidence, I want to meet you.

Coincidentally yours"  

I didn't believe in destinies till then.My fingers ran to ring him.

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