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<blockquote data-quote="neroshan" data-source="post: 231184" data-attributes="member: 8568"><p><span style="color: Blue"><strong><em><span style="font-size: 18px">Lovely msg </span></em></strong></span></p><p></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue"></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue">It was the day of my son's XII results and I was so tensed. I sat beside him</span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue">while he logged on the website with his registration no. </span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue">" Ma" , he screamed in excitement," I scored 1191, with centum in 4 subjects.</span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue">I cant believe it. " </span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue"></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue">I kinda became numb in my excitement. My eyes became wet. I kissed him on his</span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue">forehead and smiled. Soon we realized that he stood first in the state. Oh, </span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue">my joy knew no bounds when Reporters and media persons soon swamped my house</span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue">for interviews and photos. I was so honored to join him in the snaps. </span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue"></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue">I wanted to call my "wrong-number-friend to tell him the news......I was so </span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue">excited. </span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue"></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue">He was someone whom I have known for more than 20 years. </span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue"></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue">I still do not remember when we became friends, but certainly cannot forget</span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue">the first day he called me when I blasted him for giving me so many wrong </span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue">calls.....after that he had called up a week later asking apology, for he had</span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue">now got the right no of his friend whom he wanted to talk to .We spoke for an</span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue">hour that day...even without knowing each other's names.Though he kept</span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue">pestering me to reveal my name I never did and so he kept a name...Sweety. I</span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue">used to get so shy whenever he called me 'Sweety'. I was doing first year of</span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue">BSc. Maths then, and he was a Computer Engineering student. </span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue"></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue">From then he used to call me very often . We almost discussed everything ....</span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue">By the final year of my college, we probably we were in love, but I had been</span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue">cautious. I was in a dilemma whether to tell him. But what if he was of a </span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue">different religion? Do I have the courage to talk to my parents about it? </span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue"></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue">..........all these questions ran through my mind.</span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue">I decided I'll not talk to him thereafter. When he called next time I lied to</span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue">h im I that I was going to Delhi for my post graduation. He gave me his office</span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue">number and asked me to ring him up once I reach there. I never called .......</span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue"></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue"></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue">A couple of months later my marriage got fixed with a guy of my parent's </span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue">choice. I was not happy but I did not complain; rather accepted it as an</span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue">obedient daughter. At times I felt I missed my wrong- number-friend....... </span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue"></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue">My hubby was a moody person; I have hardly spent any good time with him-but </span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue">he was genuine indeed and never bothered my personal space. After 2 years we</span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue">had a boy...Yet,I was not very happy with my married life...One day I</span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue">happened to browse through my diary and found I still had my old friend's </span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue">office phone no that he had given me. I dialed it and spoke with him. He said</span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue">he was married and got a kid too. I was happy for him though in the bottom of</span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue">the heart I felt bad that I could not marry him. </span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue"></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue">From then I used to occasionally call him on that number. I ne ver gave him</span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue">mine as I felt that would put me in trouble... And till today I almost shared</span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue">everything with him including my relationship with my hubby.....today I was </span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue">so happy and I wanted to call him. </span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue"></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue">Just then I got a call. "Your husband met with an accident and died on the</span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue">spot" I banged the phone down. I broke. I did not call my friend.....I</span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue">somehow started feeling guilty. I have never tried to talk to him properly </span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue">when he was alive or moved close with him.... </span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue"></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue">I felt I had been a bad wife........</span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue">A couple of years passed and one day my son brought home a Bengali girl and</span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue">said they wanted to get married. I got them married as I did not want my son </span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue">to go through what I did. </span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue"></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue">I decided to give my son his father's room and started clearing it. There was</span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue">a phone book. I gently opened it to find, " Wrong no Sweety -26538887" </span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue"></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue">God always puts the right numbers together. Its we who interpret it wrong </span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue"></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue">if u like , then replay..</span></strong></p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="neroshan, post: 231184, member: 8568"] [COLOR="Blue"][B][I][SIZE="5"]Lovely msg [/SIZE][/I][/B][/COLOR] [B][COLOR="Blue"] It was the day of my son's XII results and I was so tensed. I sat beside him while he logged on the website with his registration no. " Ma" , he screamed in excitement," I scored 1191, with centum in 4 subjects. I cant believe it. " I kinda became numb in my excitement. My eyes became wet. I kissed him on his forehead and smiled. Soon we realized that he stood first in the state. Oh, my joy knew no bounds when Reporters and media persons soon swamped my house for interviews and photos. I was so honored to join him in the snaps. I wanted to call my "wrong-number-friend to tell him the news......I was so excited. He was someone whom I have known for more than 20 years. I still do not remember when we became friends, but certainly cannot forget the first day he called me when I blasted him for giving me so many wrong calls.....after that he had called up a week later asking apology, for he had now got the right no of his friend whom he wanted to talk to .We spoke for an hour that day...even without knowing each other's names.Though he kept pestering me to reveal my name I never did and so he kept a name...Sweety. I used to get so shy whenever he called me 'Sweety'. I was doing first year of BSc. Maths then, and he was a Computer Engineering student. From then he used to call me very often . We almost discussed everything .... By the final year of my college, we probably we were in love, but I had been cautious. I was in a dilemma whether to tell him. But what if he was of a different religion? Do I have the courage to talk to my parents about it? ..........all these questions ran through my mind. I decided I'll not talk to him thereafter. When he called next time I lied to h im I that I was going to Delhi for my post graduation. He gave me his office number and asked me to ring him up once I reach there. I never called ....... A couple of months later my marriage got fixed with a guy of my parent's choice. I was not happy but I did not complain; rather accepted it as an obedient daughter. At times I felt I missed my wrong- number-friend....... My hubby was a moody person; I have hardly spent any good time with him-but he was genuine indeed and never bothered my personal space. After 2 years we had a boy...Yet,I was not very happy with my married life...One day I happened to browse through my diary and found I still had my old friend's office phone no that he had given me. I dialed it and spoke with him. He said he was married and got a kid too. I was happy for him though in the bottom of the heart I felt bad that I could not marry him. From then I used to occasionally call him on that number. I ne ver gave him mine as I felt that would put me in trouble... And till today I almost shared everything with him including my relationship with my hubby.....today I was so happy and I wanted to call him. Just then I got a call. "Your husband met with an accident and died on the spot" I banged the phone down. I broke. I did not call my friend.....I somehow started feeling guilty. I have never tried to talk to him properly when he was alive or moved close with him.... I felt I had been a bad wife........ A couple of years passed and one day my son brought home a Bengali girl and said they wanted to get married. I got them married as I did not want my son to go through what I did. I decided to give my son his father's room and started clearing it. There was a phone book. I gently opened it to find, " Wrong no Sweety -26538887" God always puts the right numbers together. Its we who interpret it wrong if u like , then replay..[/COLOR][/B] [/QUOTE]
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