Hello! – Seeing the number, I was shocked, because I had had a troubled time with my product Head in the office when he promoted a 6 month internship girl who was a trainee of mine to a Producer. This is against the promotion policy and I'm a senior and experienced employee in my team, and it is not even the time of promotion, how can he promote an intern this way? Now I've to report to her every time, even though she doesn't know the work. It makes me feel like I am licking her sandal like a dog and having to help her all the time. So, I complained and asked what makes you think she can handle this job? I left the office early furious and put down the papers on his table.
So, looks like he accepted my resignation, I thought, while answering his call.
Did you reach your flat safely? – My product head’s voice sounded nervous and in scared tone.
Yeah, I reached my flat safely, Wait, what do you mean reached safely? Haha! I put down papers, not any suicide note on your table. I always have a sarcastic answer for him.
Thank god! You got home safely, do not come to the office tomorrow and listen to the news on TV, carefully, I do not know if they have jammed the mobile phone soon in the city.
Did you see the paper on your table? I do not have any television, what do you think I’m a family guy here. Who needs television when you have internet.
I didn’t check it yet, but whatever you wrote I’m going to throw it in dustbin. Okay! Check the news on the internet. Bye now! Then he hung up.
Damn! The lift is not working and I have to take the stairs up to my flat , it is on the 5th floor of the apartment. Thinking the whole time, what the hell does this means reached safely, walking on stair. After 10 minutes I reach my flat door and unlock the door. Closing the door I throw my office bag on the bed and open the laptop, it’s going to take 5-10 minutes booting up my laptop. To hell with Microsoft, they should launch a quicker operating system. I was eager to know the news in my city.
Someone shot the civilians in open fire at CST stations (Mumbai). It’s shocking news for me and I checked the timing, it was 15 minutes after I boarded the train. If I hadn’t left the office today in fury, I might have been in the station and perhaps dead. It was 26 November 2008 the terrorist attack in Mumbai. I worried about my family if they knew this they would also start worrying too. I call my father and informed of my safety.
My mobile rang again and I see the name.
I told you many times just leave India, we can settle here in Australia, while I would arrange you Visa and things. Why don’t you understand, India is not a safe place to live and I care about you. Even if you just do not love me. Just marry me and give me a divorce, in this way you will get a living permit here as well. - She always calls me from Australia as the calling charges are cheap there.
Please, do not repeat the same stories, we have already discussed this, even if I have to die here I’m not going to leave my family for you. So just chill and let me think on what exactly happened. You are breaking your promise now which you promised me the first day, you are going to marry me here and we will settle in India and how you can say that Australia will be safe to live. If my death would be certain then it will not seek of any passport or visa to reach me.
When I’m going to say we will live forever in Australia, just for 10 years and then we will back to India.
Oh, why not you marry a guy of your choice there and live forever happily and I’m not a Brad Pitt and you are not Angelina Jolie. Why don’t you live in real life?
Because I cannot forget you, for me you are better than Brad Pitt, because I love you! You cannot understand a girl Instinct when she loves someone she knows it.
Not again with this instinct theory, you know I think you need a psychiatrist, because you created a virtual world around you and forget the values of a family. Your sisters and sister-in-laws lives there, but your parents and brother everyone else lives in India. They would be happier if you marry me here at least one of their daughter lives near to them, same way I’m eldest son of family and having lots of responsibility. We are made for each other, but it just you are seeing money and luxury there. But I can understand this, what is the meaning of being lonely. It’s 3 years we have been talking together and still you don’t understand me. Sometimes I do not understand what kind of love you have with me, is it you that is selfish or I’m selfish. If I betray my family and run away to Australia like this it is going to hurt me forever in life.
We can settle them here as well later. We will earn here more and you have good experience and it is demanding job here in Australia, as you work in MNC as well.
So, you mean bringing my parents, brothers, my uncle-aunts, grandmothers there and what about our ancestors land? Okay! Can you convince your parents to leave their land and settle with you?
They are weird, all their lives they run and fight for the land. I really do not care for any land things. Life is just meant to be fun. I love you because you understand all these things and you can support me all the time.
You know this is not love; it’s just like hiring a man. Anyway, My mother is giving me call, talk you later. Bye! I hung up the phone.
Who with you were talking with for so long? My mother asked me suspiciously.
Oh! It’s just my boss- he was asking if I had reached my flat safely. Did dad call you? I’m safe here mom, no need to worry now.
We always worry about you; last year’s bomb blast in Hyderabad when you were there, now these terrible attacks in Mumbai, why don’t you listen to your father’s advice and come back home?
Mom! Please don’t go over the same stuff again, I’m good here and that’s all you need to know. I’m tired now and hungry as well.
Keep safe beta, eat well and think again to join family again. Hung up the phone.
Six months passed but no one changed a bit, my mother told me your father now coming home late and eating less and is always thinking about you.
I do not have any way to convince everyone in my life because this overdose love starts killing me inside.
What kind of love is this? Is this we call love? Because everyone loves me and treats me like a baby all the time. May be something is missing, how to understand the meaning of love?
Sometimes I think which could be more painful, that day a bullet in my chest or this overdose love?
Comments
Thank you Nadira! ^.^ Your words always makes me happy, trying to make happy everyone. :)
Cheers!
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awesome really enjoyed reading your over dose story of love Sandeep
writing style is fantastic and keeps the reader amused and entertained :)
Thiumbs up
Thank you Camelia!
LOL! I'm decent, shy boy in my family.... :D and nobody can read English except me in family... Hmm that time passed now. Bad things happened and to be forget and let forget can only bring happiness in your life, that's how I chose this story to write here. :)
It's just fabulous! keep up such writing! Looking forward to read your first book!
Well, if your parents love you that much, you're so lucky! you need to make a table of discussing with them.. I think that way of cold respond in the story, is the reason that makes them more crazy about you!
Thanks for invitations!
Thank you Natalia!
Thank you so much, Keira! I'm glad you like the story, you are a great writer too, I'm just learning things here. :)
Hehe, good stories inspires from real life incidents, and you know this very well.
Cheers, you too keep writing. :)
@fad
Oh dear, I would be happy to help you anytime. :)
@fad
Until, you visit and makes me motivates, I'll keep writing, because it's in my blood now! :)
Thank you!
@Narendra
Thanks!
@Dinushi,
In any case never never disobey your parents guidance, because they love you most in this world. Brother love is overdose love sometimes, but his love is dip in always be careful and protection! :)