It was a humid afternoon of summer in Guwahati. I was
looking for a mobile servicing centre. I was sweating and my mind was boiling
because of anger, since the information of Karbon mobile servicing centre I got
from the internet was wrong. Finally I got one local guy’s mobile servicing
store. He repaired all kind of china made or unbranded mobiles. By the way,
after servicing to him, I had to purchase a new mobile. It was not that easy to
fix my mobile.
Small room, walls were occupied by mobile accessories and
covers. I could see few unfixed, old mobiles beneath the table through the glass
surface. He was trying hard using his limited resources with the limited idea.
I could see he was irritated, when his friend disturbed him.
I was standing leaning on his table and practicing my
patience. Sometime I felt pity on him, and some time I appreciated him and his
effort of fixing up my mobile, in spite of not knowing what he was actually
doing.
At that time, the time of hard time for me as well as for him,
two girls came into that small mobile servicing store. They were not beautiful,
I mean to my eyes, but I felt one among those girls, is very beautiful to the
mobile repairer.
I thought she was just another customer
But she was the most special customer to him.
There were happiness, there were shyness, and there were
smiles in both the sides
The smile on her face, were specially for him
Her eyes were dark; her lips were red, all because of him.
Her brand new red coloured salwar kameez, was only for him.
The guy didn’t say anything, other than smile, the most
precious smile.
His eyes were seeing on my mobile, but not looking at it.
His hands were waiting for the instruction from his mind,
But the instructions were blocked by his heart, it seems.
All these happened in a fraction of second.
The sun has to set, the flower has to wither, the leafs has
to fall
They also had to come to reality, so they came.
He kept busy on my mobile, she was standing next to me.
I could see, she was calling on his mobile, from her mobile.
An unknown call to him, he picked up, but didn’t get any
reply.
Again she called him, he was irritated.
She smiled and he smiled too.
She came to repair her not-wrong mobile.
He was also willing to repair her not-wrong mobile.
I don’t know what is their story, how they met etc.
But what I saw in that humid summer afternoon was,
People do behave, which they are not aware of, very strange,
when they are in love.
Being an observer, being an idle man in that moment, I could
only wish them.
I wished them silently, the success of their love story
which is happening in a corner of the city
Which nobody will care, nobody will talk about.
Oh! He fixed my mobile at last. He charged Rs. 400 from me.
But it again stopped working after two days.
