Love Story

February 12’ 2012:

Today I’ll be getting married to my best fried Sneh. This is perhaps the most memorable day of my life. Relatives from far and near have begun to arrive since two days. Our house, the little green one at the corner of the lane has been decorated with marigold garlands in brighter hues of orange and yellow. Certainly” All’s well that ends well”.

God has finally rewarded me for all those sacrifices I once made. I still remember the day when Sneh came running towards me in the airport shouting loudly “Shree I love you”

March, 29’ 2012 

I heard the announcement been made in the airport for the destined flight I had been waiting for. I stood up, arranged my trench coat over my left hand and headed towards the runway. It’s been two long years that I haven’t met Sneh. Yes, we do talk over the phone at least thrice a week and video chat on Skype almost every other day. But seeing him in person after so long means a lot to me.

Sneh has always surprised me. Sometimes I feel quite lucky to have him by my side. He has always tried to make me feel special, very special indeed. He often comes up with such a stupid solution to some serious problem and when you find that his solution actually worked out, you hardly believe it.

I figured him at the airport. He was running. He stumbled over some suitcase. But that couldn’t stop him from running. He was facing difficulty running with his heavy luggage. I waved at him and made signs at him indicating him to reduce his pace. Instead of that, he began to run faster crying out loudly” I love you Shree”.

I was spellbound. I stood there for a moment absolutely motionless. He succeeded in surprising me. As always.

He reached me by that time and hugged me tightly. How long had I been waiting for that comforting hug. It seemed time had frozen there. Forever.

We took a cab. Sneh told the driver to take the way towards Southern Avenue. Surprised, I asked I queried him. To my amusement, he casually replied:” Don’t you think our first date should be in somewhere special?”

“Date?”, I asked him in a confused voice.

“Did I mention a yes to your proposal?”, I mentioned playfully.

“No, but you will. I know.” His voice was firm and confident. Certainly, he knew every bit of me. Yes, I was madly in love with Sneh, and that too for the past twelve years.

July 15 ’2000

Sneh had been my best friend for the past two years but it seems we know each other since birth. We met at Anaoshka’s birthday party. Anaoshka is one of my friends and Sneh is his cousin brother. Sneh and I became friends first which led us to be best friends.

One day, during Durga puja (that’s one of the chief festivals of Bengal) we went out together. At the end of the day, we entered “The Roof Top Coffee Shop” which was the most favorite hanging corner for teenagers..

We ordered two coffee with extra cream for me and a pastry. We chatted nearly for an hour. Suddenly Sneh asked how I wanted my man to be. It was an unexpected question from a boy who always talked about Manchester United, Real Madrid and the absolutely recent version of Road Rash or Hit Man.

But considering it was Sneh, anything could be possible. I gave a reply which I thought to be smart enough.”I want my man to surprise me”.