The phone call

It was the month of November; the rain god had stopped showering his magical droplets on us and started to blow cold breeze, as usual my morning tuitions classes were going on and the teacher started to teach a new history chapter “THE MOUGALS’, early morning it was like my grand ma telling me a story of a king who fought for land, but as we used to on a carpet on the flour I was fighting for some space to stretch my legs. I had settled myself in-between two healthy guys beside me and in front of me another one so the teacher could not see me sleeping.

The class came to an end at 7:30am as it was a Sunday, after a long story of the great king and his great battles our teacher started talking to us casually about our future what we have planned after our 10^th and other casual things, since it was the end of the year suddenly two girls stood up asking permission to get their scrap book filled “it’s a decorated book which asks our name, our date of birth, our favorite things, basically it’s a book which consists of your friends sweet memory”, a girl named arpitha came to tarun and gave her book to him “tarun, the guy who had transformed himself to a nerd, like I had told you people in my 1^st blog”, seeing her giving the book he got shocked and excited and with that excitement he gave his history notes to her to fill, she took it with  a smile on her face.

After few days when I was walking with tarun early morning to our classes “I love her”, he said, “what?” I asked, “nothing’ “its ok tell” “I love her” he said it again  “but who” I asked, “arpitha” he said “oh, when and where did this start ah” I asked “that and you don’t ask I am in love with her that’s it” he shouted, “ok ok calm why are you shouting” when the class was going on and I was trying to concentrate in the class I saw tarun staring at arpitha and arpitha was bending her head and smiling, watching them doing that I got caught smiling, and the teacher asked me what was she explaining, I thought of telling what they both were doing but kept quite.

While walking home he was fully blushing and he had purchased a new parker pen for her, he himself writes in a 5rs pen and gifting an expensive pen for her, he is digging a deep pit for himself I thought, he raped the pen with a nice decorative rapes and gave me to write on it since his hand writing was very “neat and beautiful” to praise his writing. And he made sure that some other guy from our tuition would give her the pen. What and all guys do when they fall in pit I men fall in love.

Soon comes arpitha’s birthday which made tarun excited and he wanted to do something special for her birthday, but it was not possible because she never spoke to any guys after the tuitions, he had thought to wish her first and talk to her, “but how can you dude you don’t even have her number” I said “I have, she gave it to when I gave her my book”, he said, “oh so the main story starts here ah!!!”, so we went to the coin booth after the class ended to call her, “you speak” he told, “what the fuck, why will I talk to her” I shouted “because your good in it, please bro,” what and all friends make us to do only because we are their friend, “ok, only because you’re my friend I am doing this” I said, and dialed the number.

“HELLO!!”, I said, “yes” “a male voice is herd from the other side” I told, suddenly he disconnected the call, “what the hell, why did you disconnect the call bro” I shouted, but he dint reply anything, again the next day he wanted me to call her, I thought let me try for the last tine and dilled the number from the another coin booth, “HELLO!!” “yes” reply came from the other side, “dude I think her father has picked up the call again” I said, “talk talk” he said, “hello uncle, can I talk to arpitha”, I asked, “yes but who are, what’s your name, what do you study, where do you stay” one after one he started firing questions on the phone, I disconnected the call “dude what happened” tarun shouted “if I ask about his daughter, bastard he is asking my bio data.” I said, so the second try was not successful

The next day morning arpitha had not come for the class, as expected tarun was in tension, “what happened” I asked “dude she has not come to the class today and her dad had picked the call both the time when we had called” he said “so what, see dude her father doesn’t know who was called and for our safety we have called from different coin booth, so nothing to worry” “but then too I am feeling petty for her” he told “shut up and come nothing is going to happen” I told him and dragged him home.

After the call one week had passed, it was  Monday morning and arpitha had appeared in the class as expected again tarun was tensed, when she had come to the class after a week she had lost half of her weight, she had turned full thin, black spots had made place below her eyes tarun was staring at her without blinking his eyes, soon as the class got over we went to the teacher asking what is happened, why has she grown so thin, “some low class boy has called her dad ands spoke badly and has told that he is her boyfriend, so her parents have started doughting on her and she had got viral fever and so she is feeling so sick”, she said.

As expected tarun had lost his hope on her and was fully depressed for few days. And we also dint try talking to any of the girls for some time. But the question still remains without any answer “who is that low class guy who had called her dad………????