December 10, 2008
My first and last crush.....
It was 26th July, 2005 and 12:30 pm. It was a special day for us as our project’s fate was to be decided by Microsoft .Our project team comprised of 5 people which included Sandeep ,Richa , Isha and Piyali. Sandeep was our team leader who was assisted by his wife Richa. We were getting ourselves prepared for the final presentation which was venued to be held at TAJ. Mr. Bill Gates and Herald Jacobson were supposed to attend our presentation and the fate of our project solely depended on those two gentlemen. Sandeep had asked us to wait at CST at 3:15 pm and he would pick us from there. At Accenture India ltd, there was one person whom I liked living with. She was Isha.Isha was my school mate and today she is my project team mate. During these 8 years, I could not confess my love to her.Piyali was the only one who knew about this .She asked me to propose Isha after our presentation. I was nervous ,not just as it was D day for us also because I was afraid of how Isha would react to it.Piyali had always told me that Isha had a good impression on me.She seldom spoke to me despite of the fact that we belonged to the same project group. She was a reticent person.I always used to stare at her beautiful brown eyes and her alluring cheeks .She was an angel on earth.It was 2:15pm when I called Piyu and Isha to wait for me at CST.I reached CST at around 3 pm.It was completely dark outside.It was raining like cats and dogs.The day was overshadowed by the darkness of night.I was standing at the main gate .It was already 3:15 , I was expecting Sandeep to pick me up.Few minutes later,Sandeep called me to inform that our presentation has been cancelled owing to heavy rains.I also learnt that many houses were swept away in the torrent.I was worried for Isha and Piyu.I was expecting either Piyu or Isha to call me,but they didn’t .After few hours,Piyu called me stating that she was stranded at Dadar Station.There was no news from Isha.I was stranded at CST with my laptop concerned of Isha.I tried calling Isha,but the line was busy.The next day,I learned that Isha was drowned to death.I was shocked and speechless, after all she was my first and my last crush.
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