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A PERFECT MISS.- MATCH

A PERFECT MISS.- MATCH

In today’s scenario it is quite impossible to make a thing personal. as,same happen in my case. I stand with cup of coffee to see beautiful sunset from my gallery today.with each sip I remembered my fantastic journey of my youth period, layer by layer it was unfolded with beautiful fragnance of two ladies,one was my love and another is my life…

5 years back….

Hii …I am suraj kumar from bengaluru.recently graduated in IT field and started my carrier as a job personnel in well known IT firm.

As the glacier melt in water gradually,I got wast experience in my IT field and slight higher in personal life as day by day added in my life. by the way…. I am much fond of photography and of course…travelling to always remain with nature.often I see how sun rise and drawn,sometimes see the bubbles how create and goes up in to air and finally blast.so,I often think what nature teaches us…life is like a regular cycle or suddenly disappear their existence like a bubble. but,both the way I love it.

My regular life cycle continue those days like sun.but…after returning to last trip in the month of January my life became completely changed.i became serious ,irritable and feel incompleted. so,lets deeped in to my story how..,when… and where…. ?

Yes,I think you understand now, I am so philosophical during and after my graduation period.i always see the world in my own way.i found job and became more sincere, but flow of emotion came from my heart is always persistent.

In last winter ,I planned a trip without any friend and family.so,I supposed to feel the world in different way like a free bird.i booked flight, bus and motel. i reached at my destination in mid of January at mahableshwar. what a nature ….beautiful..cool…calm and glossy…I felt free ,relaxed and excited for first 2 days.

As the rule of nature of day and night my life also took turn without informing me …hey…might I hurt you man..i completely combat in naure and took beautiful photographs.i saw tiny sneezy drops on leaves which seems to flow bless of god on earth. nature,animals,hills and my camera looks like complete package in those holidays.but..on that day ..far from my motel I reached at place to capture the lovely movement, where college girls organized their camp. just…one click… ohhh… who is she? beauty of nature… definetely she was very beautiful like a face of moon. i eagerly waited for her for hour. but failed. as the sun drawn less attention to earth I returned to motel with incompleteness within. but…on next day I saw the same girl in my motel. i think twice “ how I talk with her?how to present myself and how I said her what is running in my mind? Relax…. It happened in same evening with playing antakshri. I met her like I never met any girl.

Her name… MEHTAAB.. sound like a lovely song of moon. we became a true friends.surprisingly,our likes and dislikes were same.we exchanged our number.those five days with mehtaab was most priceless days of life. we sat together for long time at hills every days. she was from mumbai, belonged to well known muslim family.well educated passé her MCA recently.i saw most joyful person I ever meet in my life.

“what is the meaning of mehtaab? “ I asked one day.

“chand” she proudely replied.

“what is goal of your life,dear ?”

“ to lighten the life of people in absence of sun .thats why I am mehtaab.” She smiled.i saw her beautiful face sparkling in night.

“you are real charm.glad to meet you.we will become true friends .we will communicate with each other where we will..promise me..?”

“Yes..dear .. “

She went after giving me beautiful smile.for my point of view, it was more than friendship… but it was from myside.i saw her to leave that place like disappenance of light from my life..

After few days,I expressed my emotion with the help of e- cards. i wrote everything I felt for her.a sparkle of emotion came out of my heart to travel around the moon. ohhh.. those feelings I never felt before. I eagerly waited for answer. But…no calls…msg…nothing for a while.. after we communicate for long period.at the end like bubbles she was completlely disappear from my life and worked for children in one of NGO as she said previously,I was very crazy about her inspite of different religion. Because I truly loved her. I felt incomplete in absence of her thoughts. I was disturbed. somehow my devdas features and whole story published with great care by my collagues .i didn’t like it.but it was not possible.i thinked we are never able to stop the flow of time. everyone against time found hopeless. so, who am i? but….what next…?

During that period my family member found me depressed. my mother understand the whole situation.she had finally decided to help me out of those drastic situation. I agreed for arrange marriage. I personally belived that there is no alternative in life. after meeting chandani my theory somewhat changed.

we met and long pause from both side….at last I broke the chain of silence starring,

I asked her “hmmm…what is your destination of life..?

“ if I marry you ,I have same destination as you have decided.because I long ago decided to become companion of my life partner.? She calmly replied.

“ but…what about your education…dreams..?”I asked eagerly.

“ my all dreams come true to accomplish by giving love and care to my husband and family.”

Another strom came in my mind,one commerce graduated girl give her whole life to his husband without any issue…..in today’s scenario? Ohhh… that’s strange. how she developed courage to dedicted her whole life to unkown family? it was matter of debate.but internally I liked it.finally, I got married with chandani..a beautiful ,smart sensation of my life…

After 2 years…

Now, I get promoted in my job. I become programe manager in my firm. Nice salary,new house,car,fair bank balance with lot of hard work….in last two years I enjoyed my all movements of married life with my campanion and best friend …chandani..

I Saw my last five years journey like film. i lost mehtaab,but fair enough to make chandani as a life partner.when I was depressed,my grand father always told me…

“jo hota hai who achhe ke liye hota hai…kuch gava diya he to ush se bhi behtar hoga..zindagi aadat pe chalti hai…afsano pe nahi…” now, I understand this sentences completely. thank you god to give me a chance to live life once again…lastly I said my story with this heart touching sentences…

એ જિંદગી તુને ક્યાં હસીન ખ્વાબ દિખા દિયા....

છુડવાકે સાથ મેહતાબ કા ચાંદની સે મિલા દિયા ....

By:- Dr. BRIJESH D. MUNGRA