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Saturday, February 26, 2011

an sms story50





 How to send messages-that was the problem.her Airtel connection was blocked
off as punishment for not submitting papers of her citizenry proofs.she had been getting
 these warnings for over a month now.visited their local office after getting a message-warning
 a week ago and they told her that everything was o.k. she won't get any more warnings  and no
 action would be taken.but here it was.so very much like her fate.consistent! all the
 happy coincidences!


11.02a.m.......

she took a rickshaw from the bus-stand and went to the open-market.she loves
cycle-rickshaws..nothing like it  to beat the blues as cool air passed speedily by the ears
..shooo...whoosh...and the childhood memory of listening to conch-shell comes back.
elders said you hear the sea calling you..it was the sound of sea-waves playing on the beach.
and she believed that.it gave her an weird feeling.after growing up, when she visited the sea-shore
 at Digha, Anna had thought of the conch-shell at  the altar..that evening as she saw the calm dark-blue
sea whispering to the air...a vast wide, contained in itself...

a SIM-card shop.she went in.asked for a VSNL SIM.she had a spare mobile set.
the shop-owner said she would get the connection within one hour...fruit-stalls..red
apples, green -yellow bananas...she survived on bananas in the university-days, four
 to five a day. she used to rip the skins off and gobble them up as she loitered up and down
the classroom.class mates laughed and joked about it.once a female senior asked her,
'aren't you ashamed to eat it in front of everyone?' she couldn't understand where was the
shame in eating a fruit which was considered a complete food in itself.Anna used the fully-ripened
ones to have fruit-facials at home...light-green pears, dates, coconuts, both the green and
the brown ones,her favourite dry coconuts..Anna returned to the shop.'just wait some more
minutes,please!' 'and when can messages start coming in? 'well it may take hours..'

she was returning.the rickshaw-puller was an old acquaintance.she went to the 'create message'
option and tried..



Anna:Abe buddhe, tor
theke far-better
looking aachhi
ekhono, this much i
can assure!....the message was sent successfully.she sighed with relief.
now she can tell! and listen..


at home..first Anna wrote in a notebook, weaving words, stitching a picture
of her days when she was beginning to know the painful world of love.
the unfinished letters of the day before, making them more coherent.
typed them as tears rolled down, making the screen hazy..she could hardly
see as she wiped her glasses time n again,pulling them off her eyes..
dabbing at them with a scarf , blowing her nose and again at her job...


Anna:Once there was a
foolish girl who
loved so much that
it hurt. And she was
shy, introvert,
insecure, unsure,
easily hurt, weak,
angry, confused,
sentimental,
passively jealous,
inwardly
possessive, silently
sincere and afraid
of rejection and
ridicule.
      (to be contd.)




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