A MAN WITH A KAFKA IN HIS HAND


My friend came running and told me that one of the greatest directors of tamil cinema has arrived for our college symposium. I was shocked because I am his greatest fan and I like all his films. We both were super excited and we entered the symposium with butterflies flying inside our stomach. 

There were a lot of students from different states of India representing their colleges.  It was overcrowded yet the young crowd had a positive vibe to spread. As it was a symposium all nook and cranny of the place had different activities. We both went inside the hall where the inauguration took place and the guest speakers were taking over the dias to deliver the usual boring speeches. We both waited for that favorite person of us to hold the mic. We both were the only Tamil students in our class and the director was the only guest with a Tamil background and we both were waiting for him to talk in Tamil. 

I never knew why I was tensed but my heart started pumping blood in a faster pace than usual. My fingers could not even hold a pen.  I felt like my body has paralysed. My friend asked me what happened. I seriously didn't know. 

The director took the mic in his hand to address the gathering. The crowd started the applause and my friend started to whistle. He started in English and then he shifted to Tamil for the sake of his fans (as he mentioned on stage). After a long time I felt as if I was in my motherland. And that feel made my mind rewind back 5 years of my life.

My college days back in my hometown, my sweet home, my parents, my friends and my unexpected relationship, everything played like a short film when I closed my eyes. 

When I was doing my undergraduate degree, one day a newspaper article featuring an artist and a creator was lying on my sofa. My interest towards paintings made me read the article. I was moved completely by the artist's approach towards females. Being a feminist that time, I was flattered by his paintings that portrayed female cruelty.

I searched his profile in Facebook and started stalking his profile daily. I never had the guts to send him a request. But one day I was literally vexed and wanted to talk to him. I sent him a request and to my surprise he accepted it. I wished for his birthday but he didn't even recognize it. I never wanted to text him again. But after one and a half years of following his profile and liking all his posts I just wanted to tell him that I was his fan. So I texted him, this time I got a proper reply and our texts continued. 

For some days it was normal knowing each other texts. Me asking about his family and daily routine and he doing the same. This led to exchanging our numbers and talking over phone for hours in a day. I wish I had more than 24 hours in a day to just talk to him. 

I never knew the span of our friendship. So before our friendship died I wanted to meet him. So I asked him for a coffee meet. But he refused. I was completely disappointed. I just wanted to meet him and get his autograph. One day I told him about my love for his paintings and to my surprise he called me over to his house to see his paintings. I was on cloud nine and wanted to meet him immediately. 


The day of our meet finally came. I didn't feel anything, my whole body became numb, I started sweating and my speech started to stabber. I went to his house met him, he was standing right in front of me. I just wanted to scream out my excitement, but controlled myself and started talking to him. He asked me to sit in his room and see his paintings. I was completely drown in his sea of creativity after seeing all his works. I was sitting on his bed. We both had a drink while talking about his paintings. This one month of our phone conversation made us both more close to each other and in a tiny corner of my heart I had already started loving him. 


He was admiring the way I was caressing his paintings. He called my name, I took my eyes off the paintings to meet his eyes. We both felt a spark of love between us. In seconds, our lips started kissing, I could feel his warm hand inside my T-shirt. Before I could realise what was happening we both were lying naked on the bed. I still remember what he asked me on bed, "Are you sure that this is not because of the intoxication?". I wanted to ask him the same question. So we both understood that we had an emotional connect already. The person whom I admired and feared of even talking to, is now my soulmate. I also thought that even meeting him once will be an impossible task, but now my entire body has met him. 




After this episode of us, we both felt that we were beings who were connected by soul. Days, weeks, months and even years passed with our relationship as strong as it was in the beginning. He is a person who made me smile always with his love and care. I saw him as a person who had a attitude of a warrior but he turned out to be my prince Charming. 

I started blushing unknowing of my current environment. I was engrossed in my thoughts when my ringtone interrupted my past memories. The director whose speech I waited was already over and he has left the auditorium. My phone was ringing, I hesitated to pick up the call. It was a call from a well known number. I attended the call, "I am waiting in the car park for you, please come, I just want to meet you for five minutes" said the person on the other side of the call. 

After I heard his voice, I just wanted to see him, I reached the car park where he was waiting for me. 

"Hi, how are you?" started our conversation. I replied to him, his eyes were already on the verge of crying. 


"Don't you know that I came here just to meet you? I just wanted to surprise you. Did you forget everything? Even our 3 years of relationship? Don't you know that you are the reason behind my growth? Don't you know that I am a director today only for you?". I didn't have an answer for all his questions. 


Tears started rolling down my cheeks, he came closer held my hand, I hugged him tight. I could remember the smell, that I always wanted throughout my life. He too started crying and asked me to marry him. He had got a ring for me, he went on his knees and proposed me. That day was February 14th, Valentine's day. The story continues. 


Happy Valentine's Day... Celebrating love.. ❤❤❤❤❤.. 

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