Romance The End of Restless Sleep- By Pinuram

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In the vibration of the bike and roaring surrounding sounds, I was unable to fathom
whether her eyes were deluded or not. For the rest of the journey we both kept silent.

We reached near her place; she got down from the pillion. I looked at her face; the tip of
her nose was red. I smiled at her and said, “Don’t try to deluge those beautiful eyes so
easily for such cheap reasons. Come on cheer up, I am sure you will get fast friends in
your life.”

She came close to me and asked me, “Hey I have to ask one thing from you.” I felt my
heart leapt out to my throat. She smiled at my alarmed expression, “I am not asking for
your life. I just want to ask that, Budhaditya is a very long name, can I call you Adi?”

I was very much relieved on hearing that, only my Grandma calls me in that name. I
smiled at her and gave my consent. I asked her as what her mom calls her.

“Is that a barter system?” She smiled at me and said, “You can call me Titli. I have
another thing to ask from you, your contact number, hope you don’t mind.”

I wrote my telephone number in a piece of paper. She kept that in her purse and said to
me “I will give you my number but don’t call me. I do not give my number to any person
because of my father. I will call you, definitely.” Saying that she walked away. I looked at
her as she trotted away gently from me, waving her palms before entering her house. I
looked up the sky took a deep breath and prayed to God, “Don’t do this to me.”

Days passed to weeks, the cohesion between us grew substantial. Although we could
not spend much time with each other but, those thirty minutes when she rode on my
pillion to her home was the happiest moment of life.

One day after I dropped her at her place, she asked me as what I do in the weekend. I
told her that I goto meet my grandma in the village every weekend.

She smiled at me and said, “Do you have to meet her every weekend? We go to our
maternal uncle’s house only once or twice in a year. Can’t you spare one weekend for
me? I and my friends are going to a movie and I want you to come.”

“Sorry dear, she is the most precious person in my life and she is about eighty. I am
sorry, Titli, I can’t. Don’t worry; I will take you to some good restaurant on your
birthday. When is that?” I asked her.

She giggled back and slapped her forehead coyly, “So long wait, it is in fifteenth
November. By the way, when is yours?”

I laughed at her and said her that mine was also in late March. She asked me that what I
would be doing during the puja. I told her that probably I would be with my Grandma or
if there were any plans then I would have a trip to some place.

Her face became bit gloom, “So your calendar is already full. No time for friends? What
about your parents, don’t you spend weekend with them?”

I felt bit agitated by her last words. I consoled myself that she was unaware of my past. I
looked up the sky; the endless black curtain was getting darker with each passing
second. I sensed that the time was running very fast, she might face problems at her
house, so I told her “Titli it is getting late, you better go now.”

She gave a naughty smile, “Adi, one day I will wring out time from your busy schedule.”

Then she slowly walked away, leaving me perplexed with her words.

From the deepest point of my heart, I wanted her to be happy. In a very futile corner, I
also knew that she would not be a happy person if she binds herself with me. I lost the
solace of my life long ago.