It was a normal Sunday morning for me.. as usual I woke up
late in the morning or I can call it afternoon as well! With a cup of coffee
and the daily newspaper I was all set to begin my day. A Sunday is usually
packed up with plans but that day was different.. I was completely blank and
bored with no plans around. Frustrated, I called up my bestie, Nisha, to avoid
a boring weekend but hard luck! She was out of reach.. exactly, out of my
reach,must be grooving up to her party plan. I was even more annoyed by then.
Keeping aside my phone, I switched to my laptop and logged into FB. But few
minutes later I got bored again! I was fuming up with anger and begin to text
all my friends in order to save me from the house arrest. After 5mins my phone
beeped and with hell lot of excitement I picked up te check it. But no, that
was none of my friend. Infact an unknown number and a text that can make any
girl’s day- “Goodmorning Beautiful”!
I was staring at the number for some time,if I could recall
but I couldnot find any name. I usually never reply to unknown numbers but
there was something special about the text and the urge to reply was too much.
So without a second thought I typed- “who’s this??”. By then I was a lot
chilled and looked for some better options in order to spend my day. I got
hooked with my favourite soap series and almost forgot about my cell. It was
4pm when I finally heard my phone rang and I rushed to pick up but ended up
only searching for it. The screen showed- 20 messages and 7 missed calls! Aarrgghh..
where have I been?! I got a text from Nisha saying that she went to her farm
house with her family and to my surprise, all the other texts and missed calls
were from that unknown number..
I begin to read them one by one..
“Me? ummm..someone who wants to be ur “someone special”…”
“u dere??”
“Busy or angry?? :/”
“hey,now am tensed, where are u???”
“reply me atleast…gosh this is getting too much for me”..
I smiled confusingly while reading the text. Who was this
person and why did he get so worried for me?? does he know me?? or was that
someone playing tricks??
I decided to call back rather than texting..
The call was connected and with that my heart beat ran
faster and faster..
“hello” I said softly.
“where have you been? I was getting tensed”. I expected a
hello atleast but that was really surprising!
“hello, you there?”. Said he.
“umm yes, who are you?”
“I already said that. Did not u read my text?”
“Stop kidding around and tell me who is this! Do i even know
you?”
“No, but that’s what I want! To be your “known”.. I was
getting frustrated and impatient.
“ Anyway, you have already started thinking about me it seems but am sorry sweetheart, I
gotta leave now..catch you soon” and he disconnected the call..
I was left with no words and all I could think was, who was
he?? His voice was charming and he was right, I have already started thinking
about this ‘mystery Guy’..
It was 12.00 am, not too late for me and ofcourse not a
sleeping time. The Sunday without plans was no doubt boring but surprisingly
thoughtful. In the silent dark night, may be somewhere I was waiting for “him”
to call me, may be I was waiting to hear his voice.. but I din’t even know him!
1.20 am-
I picked up the call..
“hello” I said in a sleepy voice
“hey angel..sleeping?? sorry but couldnot sleep without
hearing to this sweet voice” he said.
I was wide awake by then but I din’t know how to react.
“ will you please reveal your identity?? Am asking you for
the last time! Or else stop calling me!!” this time I was anxious and angry!
“ you will ofcourse know that but can’t you just be my
friend and let me be your unknown friend for sometime and then gradually start
knowing about me?? won’t that be great??” His voice seemed more charming this
time.
I had no idea what was happening and who he was. May be he
was too good to be avoided or may be too charming to influence me…
Yes, we turned to buddies soon! “unknown friends” and he was
still the “mystery guy” but I never felt uncomfortable with him, as if I knew
him forever. He solved all my problems and we shared every happiness. I stopped
asking him his identity.
He was indeed special.. I kept him safe with me and din’t
let anyone know about him. I was turning possessive, surprisingly! By then,
there was a bond between us! “Friendship” and a true one indeed.. he was like
my “secret diary” where I could pour out my heart!
It was more than 3 months… The only thing I knew about him
was, he was special to me, my problem solver, my support.. my “mystery guy”..
One afternoon-
He called me.. his voice was different! I could feel
something was wrong with him..
“what happened?? Are you alright??” I asked.
“No! can we meet??”
“Ofcourse..tell me when?” I was waiting for this day from
the time we became friends. He had told me, one day he will himself call me to
meet up and the day arrived but I could guess, something was wrong with him.
“will let you know soon. Till then take care. Will catch up
soon”
“but…” he disconnected the call..
I was tensed but also.. the wait for the day, for our meet,
began….
