He… (The Love Story – Part II)

It was the end of a long day at work. As he wended his way to a small street behind the main road on the cool moonlight night, he was happy. He had submitted his resignation at work today; he was moving to the proverbial greener pasture. It looked like life was finally turning on her smiley face for him after all.

As he neared the old-fashioned single-storeyed house, he saw that the portico was lit. It was almost 10 PM; “Oh good, she is probably still awake”, he thought fondly of his cousin sister.

“Long time, no see!” Abby quipped, and greeted him with a big smile.

“Hey Hi! Amma said you were here today.. I didn’t want to miss the rare opportunity of obtaining your darshan, so I came right along.” said he, playfully pulling her leg.

And the conversation continued until all the usual enquiries about family, discussions about work, college, future plans etc were exhausted. Abby and Raghav had grown up in different cities, and met only once in a while, when she came to Chennai for occasions. Even though she had spent the last three years in the same city, at college, they hadn’t been that close, to hang out or talk to each other very often. Nevertheless, an easy and friendly camaraderie hung between them, and the conversation flowed until Abby hinted:

“So, any girlfriends?”

“No! Unfortunately, I am still single. Your college has a lot of hot girls. Why don’t introduce me to some of them, and maybe I can take it from there?” replied Raghav rhetorically, with an attempt at mirth.

And so he was a little taken aback when Abby said – “Actually you know what, I might know just the girl for you!”

“Really?!” Raghav quipped; but he was perfectly sure that she was joking. He had seen the girls at her college when he had gone to visit her at her hostel, and didn’t like what he saw. There were some pretty girls, sure, but they all seemed a tad too modern, extremely high maintenance, and wouldn’t fit into his traditional family in anyone’s wildest dreams.

But Abby interrupted his thoughts, half-dreaming herself – “Yeah.. there is this iyer girl, she would be perfect for you!”

To be continued..


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