It was the day of my son's XII results and I was so tensed. I sat besidehim while he logged on the website with his registration no. "Ma", hescreamed in excitement," I scored 1191, with centum in 4 subjects. I can't believe it". I kinda became numb in my excitement. My eyes became wet. I kissed him on his forehead and smiled. Soon we realized that hestood first in the state. Oh, my joy knew no bounds when Reporters andmedia persons soon swamped my house for interviews and photos. I was sohonored to join him in the snaps. I wanted to call my"wrong-number-friend" to tell him the news... I was so excited.
He was someone whom I have known for more than 20 years. I still do notremember when we became friends, but certainly I cannot forget the first day he called me when I blasted him for giving me so many wrongcalls.....after that he had called up a week later asking apology, for he had now got the right number of his friend whom he wanted to talk to. We spoke for an hour that day...even without knowing each other'snames. Though he kept pestering me to reveal my name I never did and sohe kept a name...
Sweety. I used to get so shy whenever he called me 'Sweety'.
I was doing first year of BSC. Maths then, and he was aComputer Engineering student. From then he used to call me very often.
We almost discussed everything... By the final year of my college, weprobably we were in love, but I had been cautious. I was in a dilemmawhether to tell him. But what if he was of a different religion? Do Ihave the courage to talk to my parents about it? ..........all thesequestions ran through my mind. I decided I'll not talk to himthereafter.
When he called the next time, I lied to him that I was goingto Delhi for my post graduation. He gave me his office number and asked me to ring him up once I reach there. I never called.......
A couple of months later my marriage got fixed with a guy of my parent'schoice. I was not happy but I did not complain; rather accepted it as anobedient daughter. At times I felt I missed my wrong-number-friend....... My hubby was a moody person; I have hardly spent any good time with him-but he was genuine indeed and never bothered my personal space. After 2 years we had a boy... Yet, I was not very happy with my married life...One day I happened to browse through my diary andfound I still had my old friend's office phone number that he had given me.
I dialed it and spoke with him. He said he was married and got a kidtoo. I was happy for him though in the bottom of the heart I felt badthat I could not marry him. From then I occasionally call him on that number. I never gave him mineas I felt that would put me in trouble... And till today I almost sharedeverything with him including my relationship with my hubby..... today I was so happy and I wanted to call him.
Just then I got a call. "Your husband met with an accident and died onthe spot" I banged the phone down. I broke. I did not call myfriend..... I somehow started feeling guilty. I have never tried to talk to him properly when he was alive or moved close with him....
I felt I had been a bad wife........ A couple of years passed and one day my son brought home a Bengali girl and said they wanted to get married. I got them married as I did not want my son to go through what I did.
I decided to give my son his father's room and started clearing it.
There was a phone book. I gently opened it to find,
"Wrong number:
Sweety - 26538887"
God always puts the right numbers together. It's we who interpret itwrong...
sayang
Originally Posted by miyah
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