"So you guys walk in the middle of the road in India?"
That is when I realized that I had her
walk in the middle of the road even though sidewalks were empty. We were
walking to aimlessly on campus after the class. God, she is smart. I thought.
"Actually in India, the sidewalks
are occupied by illegal hawkers, parking and slum dwellers. So in order to get
anywhere faster, one must walk on the road. See, what challenges we take in order to reach our destination."
I tried to make light of the situation.
"There is no such challenge here;
we can go back to the side walk!"
Walking with her was fun. White
top, brown long skirt and flowing hair and tons of smiles used to be my company
as we wud come out of the lecture room. I have not seen anyone enjoy the winds
and weather like her. She was in love with nature and nature loved her back. She still looks as if time just passed by her, without taking anything away from her.
Mirza says her smiles were not as a
result of weather or the wind - but you. Your presence. I don’t know…may be that was the case.
Winter 1990, GA Tech
My graduation is getting closer. I am busy with International Student Festival and my duties as the
Senator of the School of Civil Engineering. Life is good.
One evening it was raining heavily when she stopped by my apartment. We still go on a long drive. Somewhere near I-85 and Piedmont an insect gets
stuck in the Viper of her car. She stops the car and gets out in the rain. She removes the
entangled insect and places it on the RCC wall on the side of the road. She
gets back apologizes to me for a sudden stop.
"Poor thing, he would have
died stuck in the Viper blades"
I am thinking what a beauty of a
heart she is. That was FDR with her real character and personality. I feel
deeply for her in a heartbeat. That was not a pre-planned act but a
spontaneous one. Our spontaneous acts are the windows to our real character and inner beauty.
As she gets behind the wheel I am thinking far away in the future. If we get married grow old together and when Kids are gone. And we are sitting in the porch of my
house and if she asks me "Why I married her?” I would use this example,
this very moment to tell her why.
It’s time to see Dona now.
There is this girl I want to talk
about...
What about her?
I am with Dona on our monthly meal
at a Vietnamese restaurant. I brief Dona about FDR about everything. Dona,
being the practical person, raises some legitimate questions. I would like to
skip that part for now.
However, I decide to overlook her objections and do what my heart
was saying. But there is something else is in store for me. FDR started backing
off on me. I am surprised at this change of behavior. Phone calls were reduced
and long drives became less frequent. I am wondering what’s going on. On our
last day of the class FDR writes the exam paper before me. I know she is up to
something what it is?
She leaves the class room in a hurry and after getting out of the classroom, she shows me a card. She sticks the card in
the door handle. I finish my paper and run after her. She is nowhere to be
found. I open that card. Written in silver words were her last words....
My immediate reaction is anger.
Spring 1991, GA Tech
One day, I go to the computer room of the college and see
her with her friends. My heart stops at her sight. But I take a U turn and head
back. She runs after me. She stops me out on the middle of the street and starts explaining something. I am just staring in her eyes and thinking how long
before I would be able to see these eyes so up close? I will be in India in three
months and will never return.....will I ever see her like today.
I don’t remember what case FDR made
for her behavior. I don’t care for the reasons. I am an egoist who does not believe
going down to the knees should even be part of any healthy relationship.
I still do not know what caused her
to take a U-turn on me. I wonder if Dona asked her to leave me alone. Did someone wanted me to return to India without any baggage? I dont know.
To this day - I don’t know!
I n the meantime, I have completed all the requirements for the Masters Degree and the department has approved my petition for graduation.
I am going to GRADUATE, Finally!
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