MISTAKES OF MY LIFE II
“Hello. Am I talking to
Anmol?”
“Yes. Who is this?”
“Your favorite writer.”
“Where are you writer?”
“I am at Tribhuwan
University. I am waiting for you.”
“OK. I will be there by 10
minutes.”
It was Saturday. The time
was 12:30 pm. We were supposed to meet by 12:00 noon. I was waiting for him. I
am the person who is impatient and doesn’t love to wait for the people. But I
was waiting for Anmol. I was curious and had lots of questions to be answered.
I was also curious to know
where Nabin and Smrika gone are. Have they left the country or in the country?
Did Anmol search only in Kathmandu or outside too? How are they living their
life? Will they forgive Anmol or not? If I was in place of Smrika, I could
forgive Anmol because of love but as human being, I could not forget the crime
done by him.
While I was looking here
and there, a young tall and thin guy came near to me and said, “Hi. Are you the
writer?”
“Yes. Anmol?”
He sat near to me and we both
remained silent. We were sitting outside in the green and taking sun bath as
the season was winter.
“Cigarette?” He said.
“Huh?”
“Cigarette?”
“Sorry, I don’t smoke.”
“If I smoke, will you
mind?”
“No.”
“Thanks.”
He took out the perfect of
cigarette and took one from the pocket and he started smoking. I, then, started
a conversation.
“So, how can I help you?”
“I want to find Nabin and
Smrika.”
“Why did you so?”
“I was in aggressive mood
at that time.” I could see tears in his eyes.
“I didn’t know what to do.
I was not like that. Although, I was playboy, I never raped anyone.”
He
continued his story. “When she was around with
me, I didn’t know her importance but when she left me, I knew her importance
and her love. Every day, I felt guilty for what I have done. I searched both of
my friends but don’t know where they have gone. Their mobiles were switched off. They are not
responding my email. I am dying to meet them.”
He started crying and I
started consoling him. “Please, don’t cry. Every problem has a solution. We
will come out with the solution.” I hugged him.
“Will you provide me the
solution me their email address of Nabin and Smrika?”
He nodded and provided me
the email address of Smrika and Nabin. We chatted for few hours and we aparted.
After I reached home, I
immediately open my email. I started composing email to both Nabin and Smrika.
Instead of cc, I emailed separately but with same message.
Dear Smrika,
Greetings!
Namaste, I am Rajesh
Shrestha, a writer of two novels: Love
Story and Love Never Dies.
I got your email address
from Anmol Dahal who was your classmate in White House. We have met and had
told yours and his story and I can see guilt in his eyes. He is seeking
forgiveness. More than him, I want to meet you. I want to know your side story.
You can contact me in this number: 9803065455.
Thank You. Hope to see you
soon. I accept you will meet and give my response.
Regards,
Rajesh Shrestha
Writer
9803065455
For almost three weeks, I
didn’t receive any respond from Nabin and Smrika. I was curious to know more
about them. He often asks me whether they responded me or not. After three weeks, I got response from
Smrika.
Dear Writer,
Thank You for your email. I
don’t know what Anmol had story. Without knowing his side, I cannot tell
anything. More than that, I don’t think
he is guilty and sorry for what he had done. I don‘t want to forgive him.
Please, don’t search me. I am happy with my life. I don’t want to remember my
post. It’s my bad dream and nightmare. Hope you will understand.
Thank You
Smrika Shrestha
After reading an email, I
somehow was hopeless. But I wanted to give a try again. So, I again send her an
email.
Dear Smrika,
Thank you for your
response. I can understand how you feel about your past. You cannot forget the past and cannot forgive
him. But I want to know your side story. I won’t want to decide who is wrong
and right. I just want to know both side stories. I am sending you an
attachment of yours story and Anmol’s story. Please go through it. Hope to see
the positive response.
Thank You
Rajesh Shrestha
After few days she responded my email.
Dear Rajesh Jee,
Thank You for sharing
story. I want to meet you. I am not in Nepal. I am in Canada, Toronto. I am
sending you my phone number: +1701265801. When you arrive at Canada, please
give me a call.
Thank You
Smrika
Shrestha
I was happy that she
responded. Although, she responded, I was dilemma. I was amazed why Nabin was
not responding my email. Where is Nabin? I had faith Nabin will response one
day. Furthermore, I called to Anmol.
“Hey.”
“Hey.”
“Good News for you.”
“Smrika and Nabin
responded you? Where are they?”
“I knew because besides
Smrika and Nabin, I haven’t talked about other people with you. “
“Nabin haven’t responded
yet but Smrika responded. She is in Canada. “
“What is she doing there?”
“We need to find out.”
“Then, let’s go.”
“Wait. Listen to me first.
We both are going after two days.”
“Why after two days? Why
not today and tomorrow?”
“Have passion.”
After two days, Anmol and
I met on at Airport. I have warned Anmol not to meet me and Smrika for few days
because I have to know the reaction of Smrika and her side story. After knowing
the story, he will meet Smrika. Anmol was upset what I told to him. Although,
he was not convinced, he agreed with me.
After 29 hours, 15
minutes, we reached Canada. I had sent her an email about my arrival in Canada.
I haven’t mention about Anmol otherwise, she could react badly.
It was 15th
February, 2015, Sunday. I was waiting for her in Café named Tim Horton’s for 15
minutes and finally saw her coming. I was in the center of the table. Anmol had
given her photographs so I recognized her.
She had worn simple dress
with black pant with red t-shirt. She
was looking here and there. She was searching me. I showed her my hand and she
finally saw me. She came towards me. I pulled chair for her and she thanked me
for that.
“Do you want to have
something?”
“Black coffee.”
I ordered two cup of black
coffee. “So, you read the story?”
“Yes.” She felt
uncomfortable.
I knew she was feeling
uncomfortable. Her eyes were telling.
Meanwhile, two cup of black coffee arrived. After one sip of coffee, she
said, “After he raped me and killed my brother, it was difficult to sit in
Nepal. I was lost and didn’t prefer staying at home. My life was hell.”
“After that, you and Nabin
were lost. Why didn’t you complain to police?”
She started sharing her
story and said, “It was hard for me to live. Anmol had made my life to hell.
There wasn’t any day in which I hadn’t cried. More than that, he killed my
brother and tried to kill Nabin. I didn’t know how to face my family. I became
weaker day by day. Although, my brother warned me to stay away from Anmol, I
became close with him. I trusted Anmol more than my brother. But at the end of
the day, he betrayed me. His blackmailing, photos and videos were the stuffs
that stopped me for complaining to police. More than photos and videos, I was pregnant
with the child of Anmol, this stopped me for complaining. At the beginning, I preferred
abortion and tried a lot to commit suicide but couldn’t. I was depressed. On
the other hand, Nabin came in my life and encouraged me to have baby. He
convinced me for this. He further convinced me that there was no fault of the
child and he married me. After getting married, we went to Canada. Nabin
changed my life. In Canada, I gave birth of baby girl.
At the beginning, I hated
my daughter. Whenever I used to see her, Anmol face used to come and I couldn’t
look at her face. I felt ashamed. Her touch made me feel that Anmol was
touching me. I hated her touch. But when
she grew up, I started loving and caring her. With the time elapse, I forgot
everything. More than that, with the love of Nabin, I forgot the incident. With
the support of Nabin, I opened my own restaurant and working in my own
restaurant. I am happy now. Anmol is my nightmare.”
There were tears rolling
in her eyes. She further added, “I don’t want to forgive him. Due to him, I
suffered a lot. I couldn’t face my family because of the pain given by him.
On one hand, Smrika was sharing
her story, and on the other hand, Anmol was listening our conversation though
phone. He was sitting at the last table. I have convinced him not to come in
front of us because I had fear that she couldn’t say her story.
“Do you still love him?” I
asked her.
She was silent. Her eyes
showed that she still love him but she doesn’t wanted to forgive him.
“No.” But her eyes were saying
yes.
“If Anmol comes here and
seeks forgiveness, what will you do?”
She was speechless. She
didn’t have any answer.
“What are you saying?” She
said in surprised.
“Yes, if he comes, what will
you do?”
She was still speechless.
Then, I called Anmol. When he came near, she got up from the chair. She was
amazed to see him.
“You here?”
His eyes were full of
tears. They both sat on the chair. I was
looking at both of them. I wanted to leave but Anmol didn’t let me go. They
both were silent.
Meanwhile, I insisted
Anmol to say something and finally, he spoke. “I am sorry. Besides,
forgiveness, I don’t have any words to say. After you left, I am dying with
full of guilty. After you left, I realized that you had really loved me truly.
I started missing your love and your presence. I misused you and spoiled your
life. I killed your brother and hurt best friend.”
She was silent and was
listening to Anmol whereas Anmol was focus on Smrika. Even I was listening to
their conversation. I wish she would forgive him and more ahead. I wish the
same with Anmol. I wish everything will be fine.
“I don’t want you to come
back in my life. I want you to be happy with Nabin and with your lovely
daughter. I don’t ask our daughter. I wish her to be happy and want Nabin to be
good father.”
She, then, said, “How did
you know about Nabin and daughter?”
“I heard the conversation
between you and the writer. I wanted to your side. I was searching for you here
and there but couldn’t find. So, I asked help for writer to search you and Nabin.
I wanted to seek for forgiveness and move ahead.
Honestly, I haven’t slept
for many days. I had bad nightmares. In dreams, I have seen you loosing and something
bad happened to you which made me guilty. I want to you forgive me. I don’t
want you to be back in my life. I want you to be happy. I want to you be my friends
again and I know it’s time to build trust.”
She was in tears. More
than that, she was finding any right words to tell. In the meantime, Rajesh
said, “Please, Smrika forgive him. Everyone deserves one chance. I know
whatever he have done is not right. Forget and forgive. Move ahead. If somebody
asks forgiveness from bottom of the heart, s/he should be forgiven.”
“I can forgive you but
cannot forget the incidents that you have done. It took long period of time to move
ahead. Now, I don’t want to remember any bad memories. Nobody deserves
forgiveness after such incident but you too need second chance so, it’s better
if you leave us in our condition. About the friendship, I cannot give you any
guarantee. I am sorry. Sorry, I need to go now.”
She left the place. Anmol
was happy that at least they had a conversation. Now, he doesn’t want to
complain and want to move ahead.
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