My Dear Radha
My Dear Radha
My dear Radha, all these years you have lived with me. There were times when my days were blue and I sobbed in some corner of the room, you were the only one who made me believed that every dark cloud has a silver line. Whenever I felt alone and used to become mourn missing my childhood days, I remembered you and all my aloofness used to go away within minutes and I used to smile magically. You have stayed awake with me in the late nights during exams and when I suffered from fever it was you who kept the cold cloths on my forehead so that I can recover fast. All my secrets are kept safe with you. I know you would have missed me a lot these 7 years, but now the time has come. Now, we will remain together forever. And I’m so sorry you have to meet my philosophically boring words before meeting me but I assure u that I am not as boring as these words are. I hope to see you soon.
Part 1 - Beginning
I had returned to my village after 7 years with a letter in a postcard. Though staying away from my home, my village and spending my adolescence in the city brought a lot of changes in me but one thing that didn’t change was my fondness for Radha. I had arrived to attend the marriage of my elder cousin. No sooner I reached the destination, someone in the crowd teased me by saying, “See, Romeo of Radha is back” and I slyly blushed and grinned in glee.
Me and Radha:
Radha my childhood mate with whom I never met but always used to find her around me. Whenever I used to come to the village during my summer vacation, every time people pestered me by saying, “Radha missed you, she wants to meet you” and even sometimes they gave me some dish to eat and said that it was cooked by her. I was the shy kid with the innocence of an introvert, so I just smiled with my eyes down and used to run away and sat by the river and smiled madly. It remained a mystery to discover who actually Radha was.
Part 2 - The Middle
Growing up and living in the city had made me more of an extrovert. Now I was a young teenager with a heart full of emotions to say. I started my search warrant to find someone who can actually tell me where and how to meet Radha. I had always imagined her as an epitome of simplicity, wearing traditional village dress, with a plait hairstyle contemplated by the flowers, 3 triangular dots beneath the chin, and carrying an innocent face with a charming smile. It was not like that I will marry her or propose her in the first meeting (though I desired to) but I just wanted to meet her and end the trails of tease which I went through several years.
Part 3 - Not A Happy Ending
Everyone was busy managing marriage related work, so it took time to find someone, but I found soon. And when I enquired from him all my euphoria was shattered, my wits were strongly blown off to hell because what he told me was like coming off an unexpected earthquake. I was stunned when he told me that there was never any girl named Radha, the people used to tease me because my tabloid name in the house was ‘Krishna’. Mean all these 7 years I have lived imagining her and wrote a letter and suddenly I get to know she didn’t even exist. It was tough for me to resist that gentle tease, but that day I laughed like hell. Imagine if Radha has been alive.