About Pragya

Pragya Saha is a student currently studying in the 12th standard at DPS Siliguri. She is inspired by every form of art and is ever ready to learn. Bharatnatyam and water colours are her soulmates. She writes occasionally to relieve her stress. Artists, musicians and dancers are the people with whom the introvert turns into an extrovert. She aspires to be a good human being and to paint the society with colours of happiness.

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I rubbed my eyes yet again. Was it really his call? The butterflies in my stomach made my fingers tremble as I swiped right on the screen.
“Hello!” said a familiar voice.
“Hello! I can’t believe this.” I heard my decibels amplified with excitement.
“You still have to react the same way. Miss hyper! Anyway, just to inform you that I’m here on a vacation with my daughter. Wife couldn’t come along. Would love to catch up. Free in the evening today?”
Of all the details, what hit me most was the fact that he was back in his home town. After ages. I had to be free.
“Of course, where? ”
“You know very well, where.”
Yes I did know. The brief call made my soul dance within me. What should I wear? His favourite – orange? Or my favourite – blue? Who cares anyway? I resolved my confusions eventually and reached half an hour before time.

The place of reunion was indeed well known to both of us. A garden of memories- where we narrated our umpteen stories, where he imitated my silly laughter, where he tried teaching me Salsa, where he hummed songs to cheer me up, where we discussed Physics assignments and family problems with equal importance, where he provoked me to get angry but I never could, where we planned what we would do at each other’s marriage, where we discussed the desired qualities in our future soul mates. “A lot like you. But never you. You know me too well.” We both used to say. And then there would be explosions of high fives.

It was the same place where he handed over his marriage invitation card to me. Honestly, I did feel a void in me. Sometimes the expected behaves like the unexpected.
“You said you’ll not marry before me. See it’s your turn first. I win!” I teased.

After the festivities got over, he found a new job and got transferred. I too, got busy with my life. We haven’t talked much since. But it was just a spacebar, not a full stop.
We always gave each other a box of “Celebrations” on occasions. Yes, we were born misers. But that made us happier than anything else. Today I bought two – one for his daughter.

I walked back from my memory lane as I saw him coming. Unkempt hair and overgrown beard, his all-time obsession. Yet, I still saw the same innocence in his eyes.
“How did you manage to still remain the same kid? Don’t worry, I will get you married before I leave this time.”
I greeted him with a smile and my signature “shut-up-punch” and turned to the cuteness that accompanied him.
“What’s your name, dear?” I asked.
The little creature hid behind her father, blushing.
“Meet your namesake. I couldn’t have found a better replacement for you.” smirked the father.

I got filled with 20 percent of jealousy, 20 percent of pride and 60 per cent of pure bliss; as my namesake, me and a person who played the dual role of a father and a lifelong best friend, sat down to redefine friendship, with three boxes of “Celebrations”.


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6 Response Comments

  • Soumyajit10/09/2017 at 8:28 PM

    this is in true form, is a masterpiece. Just like an artist, who paints and portrays his thoughts, this writing made me feel the same way, the simple thing u wrote, yet so relative and imaginable that i felt connected as i m to experience it genuinely!
    All the best, keep it up

    • Pragya14/09/2017 at 10:04 AM

      Thank you so much. Really means a lot to me. Privileged that you liked it.

  • Baitalika14/09/2017 at 2:24 PM

    Girl, you are a true artist….!!!I just loved it… Keep writing more…..

    • Pragya15/09/2017 at 10:48 AM

      Thanks A ton girl…..These words really inspired me. Keep inspiring 🙂

    • Pragya15/09/2017 at 3:01 PM

      Thanks a ton lady 🙂 You too keep inspiring!

  • Nivedita05/10/2017 at 3:51 PM

    You are the Pied Piper. You never give up a chance to mesmerize me. Epithets are falling short to describe this tale. It is blissful. Keep smiling and jogging your pen always. 🙂

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