MOST APT GIFT!

 

MOST APT GIFT!

The expectation and excitement was so much that I could not desist from it!  I mean, the usual ‘Come what may’ policy of mine had vanished and the determination to achieve caught me off balance.  I was so nervous that I even happened to refer to my shakiness while chatting to her.  Hi! My usual coolness and confidence went missing when I got the green signal to go ahead.  I literally forgot myself and got glued to the computer screen for a while.  Though everything seemed to fall in its grove, my heart went pumping blood in gallons.  You know, I just had half an hour more to feel the velvety voice of the one who I was longing for!  Yes, I had just a few more minutes to log off my computer and rush out of the computer lab.  Good Heavens! Only when I stepped out, I came to understand that it was not that easy to reach back home.  The heavy downpour accompanied by thunder storm, lashed out at will and I had to take cover irrespective of the deadline I had set, to ring her up. 

I knew, I had to call her over phone before time could expire!  I just waited for a while thinking that the downpour would seize; but I was left to the mercy of the ‘Rain God’ who would not budge and give way.  Hell with it!  I cursed my luck and started running getting drenched.  Nevertheless I could reach home in time and could breathe a sigh of relief!

I took a deep breath and thought for a while.  What’s all this for?  But, my inner mind kept saying, “Hi, come on! You have stretched your foot forward; push yourself ahead. Never step back!”  Without a second thought, I picked up the mobile phone and dialed the number carefully.  To my astonishment, I got the voice message, “The number you have dialed is incorrect; kindly check your number!” “Bull Shit”, I whispered and started rechecking the number she had given me.

It seemed alright to me.  But when I checked it again, I found the country code bearing just ‘one zero’ instead of two.  My finger went dancing over the dial key like the foot step of a ‘Tap Dancer’ and finally pressed the key ‘Call’.  Oh, My! It opened the floodgate which I could hardly believe!  That was the mellifluous voice of the lady, I was longing for!  The voice of her went ringing through my ear, suppressing the sound of my pounding heart which was at its peak then.  The magical effect of her voice subsided the only sound that could be heard then, that was the noise of my throbbing heart!  “Hey! What for?” I seemed to ask myself.

Hi! Your American accent lets me down!

During the chat we had over internet, I told her that I would be too nervous to speak to her; but she said,” We are going to have not just one nervous voice, but two!”  During the call, I thought, she had deceived me for she seemed to rattle along like a ‘Bullet Train!’  She was as steady as ever! To be frank, I couldn’t understand the head and tail of what she spoke as she kept speaking in her genuine American accent.  I couldn’t follow her, but she continued..!  I even happened to remark that it was too difficult for me to understand her American accent and that she could come down to my level of my understanding.  Oh!  The time kept ticking and I finally broke off by saying ‘Good Night’; she said ‘Bye! But, bye for now!’

“Hi!  What are you looking for?”  My mind inquired.  I replied by saying, “I don’t know.  All that I want is; my good relationship with her to continue”.  In my soliloquy, I told myself, that I shouldn’t get upset and put myself down!  I started recapitulating all that I had done in the past one hour or so.  My mind went blank for some time and revived after a while.  I just thought of her profession and the way we chatted almost every night. 

That night, I had been sending several messages to her thinking that she had been keeping herself invisible on line.  I tried again and again and got connected and disconnected.  There was no semblance of any response from her!  I got frustrated and cursed myself.  My conscience asked me the reason to be dejected so much.  Only then, I got out of my agony and cooled down a bit. Just then her message appeared on the screen asking me whether I was there on line.  Instantly, I responded by saying that I had been waiting for her for quite some time.  Hi! She said, “Have I not told you that I would never skip my work and would be on line only after that?”  The reasoning dawned on me and I said, “Hi”.

She said, “Hi, just now I landed up and I am yet to remove even my jacket”.  Just then, I realized the winter that had set in over there and she had come from work after a hectic schedule!  I felt ashamed of my selfishness and thought of the ‘White Christmas’ that was at her doorstep!  My mind kept pondering for a while about the ‘Christmas Gift’ I was going to present her.  I was skeptical and asked her if she would accept any gift from me.  She countered me by asking, “What you wanna give me?”

Hi!  It’s too hard to decide.  Not in a matter of seconds.  God only knows the most appropriate gift that I could give her on Christmas. Oh, I’m confused!  I am still probing my mind to find that ‘Most apt Gift’.  Will I be able to find one or ..?  Hi, for the time being I am going to put if off from my mind as Christmas is still a few months away.  All that I can do now is to get back home and search and research my mind to find the most appropriate gift for a lady who is strict, kind, passionate and straight forward in her approach.  I wanna accept people as they are.

 

Hi, you! The snowflakes have begun to fall!  I am afraid that you are going to be bitten by the frost.  Please don’t take off your jacket. Keep it on and enjoy the warmth as you got to protect yourself from the howling hail storm before it is Christmas.  My ‘Gift’ for you, I am yet to decide. I don’t want to hurt you anymore as I have decided to hurt myself!

Author's Notes/Comments: 

 

The writer who is fascinated by the healthy relationship he had with a chatmate, tries to search his mind to find the most appropriate gift that can be given to her on Christmas. But, his probing still goes on and he is yet to find it as Christmas is far away.  Yet he doesn't want her to be bitten by the frost and he wants to keep herself safe while he is ready to accept all the mental agony to discover the gift.

Ben

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LOL...Oh Ben! You have made

LOL...Oh Ben! You have made me smile in reading this innocent composition on this internet relationship! How bizarre it all is nowadays, as we find ourselves communicating in this way, no? We create a person that is not even there, and yet, my mind wanders into the past of soldiers during the cold war who had one time meetings with people whom they met only once or twice and fell deeply in love, writing back and forth love letters to each other for years sometimes, until they finally had the chance to be together, creating their futures as they spent time writing back and forth to each other about their plans for a future that might not even come to be. 

 

Just where this story took me...I loved it!


...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."

"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "

 

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Reply to Nightlight

Hi!

Come on Nightlight.  I just don’t know if I have made you smile or laugh; nevertheless if I've made such a great writer like you to read and comment on my write, I take it as a pride.  Thanks.  Most Americans don’t chat just as we, the people of Asia do.  I started chatting long time back when I was working in another country.  All that I felt at that time, I’ve brought out with a little bit of exaggeration in my write; nothing much! As we all know that chatting is just a farce exercise and hence I take it as a literary work with some spices put into it.  Does it look silly or it’s ok like? I just don’t know.  You are a gifted critique and you got to let me know whether any good and reasonable reader will take time to read my long prose passage.  I take the descriptive words "innocent Composition".  

 

Ben

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Ben, I truly was giggling a

Ben, I truly was giggling a little bit, so your presumption was right. But it was not gigggling 'at' you at all, but giggling at how we, as humans, assume too much sometimes. Ie: the utter shock to hear her American accent. It's so typical when we meet people on line and tells us about ourselves. I think mostly that is what I like about online correspondence. I keeps me humble in that I do not assume things about anyone. Imagine I am just a very intelligent 11 years old...(OH NO!!! LOL).

 

I DO think that people might very much enjoy this composition and we can give it a try. I will post it on my facebook page as I do with others' as well as some of your posts and see if people read it. Most will not comment, even if they like, though, because they do not have accounts at Post Poems. 

 

Ciao!!


...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."

"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "

 

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Response

Nightlight,

Thanks.  You are  just one person on postpoem.org whose comments are seen everywhere.  You are extraordinary in identifying others' work and  has the capacity to pass on apt comments too.  Great encouragement to everyone at postpoems.  So much of patience I suppose and appreciation for others!  You are welcome to put it on facebook.

Ben