It happened to me!

Yesterday, for the first time, I met him. The guy, who was responsible for me finding my husband.

It’s an incredible story, and like all incredible story goes back many many years. I was 9 years old. I knew “S” through my aunt, who was his aunt too. We lived in separate cities but got to see each other once in a while at family programs. Being the same age, we gravitated towards each other. Argued a bit, shared some music and sometimes wrote the most formal of letters.

After our class 10 exams, during the long break, “S” came to spend some time with his aunt. I was on holiday too, pretty much in the same boat. This was before the timeΒ  multi channel TV and hobby classes had hit big time. We had plenty of time to kill. We chatted a bit, ran errands for the household, looked after our younger cousins and generally spent some innocent time together. But the adults frowned upon this, and being self-conscious we withdrew. No more chats and no more letters. Life rolled on. After class 10 came, class 11 and 12 and then the big change. From school to college.

I knew through my aunt that “S” had been chosen for a course in Bombay and had joined the hostel there. I too made my way to a girls college, in a new city. The college I had chosen was a missionary one, stricter than my school had ever been. I discovered that strict atmospheres brought out the worst in me! Where I had been quiet and invisible in my more liberal school, I became talkative and naughty in my strict college. I found myself a new gang. We studied a bit, hung around the college canteen a lot, and generally assumed ourselves to be superior than the rest of our classmates.

One such classmate, lets call her “R” was also in the hostel. In the other dorm, the dorm of “non happening ” girls (Or so we liked to think!). Ten months into my first year, one day, for a reason I can’t remember, I found myself sitting next to “R”. She was reading a letter and had tears in her eyes. I couldn’t help noticing them andΒ  I felt awkward. In the ten months that we had been together, we had hardly ever exchanged a word, except a polite hello, on the first day. I just about knew her name. We had no common subjects, did not share a dining table, no common friends, in short we were practically strangers. Yet, it didn’t seem right to leave her on her own. Tentatively I asked her, if something was wrong.

I don’t know why “R” decided to confide in me. Maybe, she was having a weak moment, maybe she had no real friends and was lonely, maybe I had a face that said “you can talk to me”. Whatever be the reason, she told me her tale. It turned out she had a friend. A “boy friend” . they had, had a tiff and she was upset. Happening or not, I know when a person needs to talk, and I pride myself in being a good listener. She told me about “K”. A goodish chap, he sounded like! and how they had met for the first time. How her parents had found out and sent her to this far off hostel and How difficult it was or her to be away from him. I listened patiently, as one is wont to when hearing the love story of someone , one is only mildly interested in. And then suddenly my ears perked up. It turned out that Mr “K” was now studying in a certain college in Bombay and was in the same hostel as… you guessed it “S”

I was stumped. What were the odds of this happening. Me talking to a girl, I had never exchanged a word with in 10 months, on a day that she felt like talking about her Mr “K”, who it turns out strangely lived under the same roof as “S”.

This was too much coincidence. I asked to find out if “K” knew “S”. I waited, not with too much anticipation. After all Bombay is a large city. The hostels must be huge, with hundreds of students. There was a fair chance of there being more than one hostel by the same name.

And then, one day I saw “R” wave to me excitedly from outside the mess, where I was dining with my gang. I ran to find out what it was. Not only did Mr “K” know “S”, they were room mates,! Waiting in her envelope from “K” was a little card for me. It was a small white card that Archies made at the time. With a little “Denis the menace” on the cover, in his trademark blue and red dress. And it said quite simply “Hi” and just like that we were back in touch.

Away from the eyes of the family adults, alone in our strange cities, thousands of kilometers apart. We discovered our friendship again. It didn’t start like anything big. Just simple information exchange about exam schedules and career plans. Then some relationship advice from me to him, on girlfriend troubles. Music recorded and sent to an angry girlfriend. A telegram saying “may a fat hungry crocodile eat you up” when he forgot my birthday! And so it carried on, friendly banter of friends who had known each other for decades but led separate lives. Till tragedy struck. His dad passed away. The letters became more revealing. My replies more urgent. From once a month to once a week to once a day to several times a day, the transition was so natural that we didn’t realize when from friends we became best friends and then soul mates. We got married a few years later.

So when I met Mr “K” for the first time 19 years after I heard of his existence from R. I couldn’t help thinking of the strange ways of life. Because while “R” and Mr “K” and their relationship helped “S” and me rediscover ours. Theirs did not last beyond the year, I had met “R”, that fateful day.

But every relationship has a purpose maybe the purpose of theirs was to make ours work! who knows?

Incredible! isn’t it? How something fleeting and short-lived can be responsible for creating something long-term and rock solid!!

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28 Comments Add yours

  1. Shilpa says:

    You make my days brighter! Every post of yours makes me know you a little more, makes me feel closer to you.. : )

    1. and that makes your days brighter.. knowing me a little more!! you are crazy πŸ™‚ but I am not complaining πŸ™‚

      1. Shilpa says:

        You read it backwards, it seems.. πŸ˜› Its your posts that make my days brighter..

      2. gsaurabh2 says:

        I whole-heartedly agree with Shilpa here …. This one and the one abt ur ‘honeymoon’ …. Amazing stories to know and great writing πŸ™‚

      3. Shilpa says:

        See, I’m not the only crazy one after all.. πŸ˜›

  2. Wow! Very cool. I know of a story, just like this.. full of co-incidences and loss and then leading to life time connections. This story struck a chord with me. Thanks for sharing.

    1. thanks! I love it when my stories strike a chord with someone and vice versa.. incredibly fulfilling! thanks for visiting πŸ™‚

  3. Vikram Karve says:

    You write very well. Loved reading this “true” story

    1. Thanks vikram! I really enjoy your blogs too

  4. Rehman says:

    πŸ™‚ … its a small world after all. !!… thanx fr having us over…

    1. was my pleasure rehmaan πŸ™‚

      1. Lovely and all the best for the contest. πŸ™‚

      2. Thanks Saru! i’m not sure if it fits the contest, because all other entries seem, to be about stories related to travel!! but anyways, I enjoyed writing the post… so fair enough πŸ™‚ Thanks for stopping

  5. Shivya says:

    I’m in love with your stories, Sapna. Finding myself grinning right now. Such a beautiful story, and so beautifully told πŸ™‚ Looks like I’m going to be quite addicted to your blog from here on. Rolling you.

    1. Thanks Shivya! never considered myself much of a story writer, so that compliment is a treat… and thanks a ton for the tweet πŸ™‚

  6. All I can say after reading this story is–coincidences are wonderful!!
    They hit you at the most unexpected moments.

    1. Ya, they are!! Aren’t they? Specially when they are happy coincidences like this one here πŸ™‚

  7. Such an incredible love story…goosefleshed! Hmmm….just the imagination or some real elements too? O_o

    1. I could tell you, its fiction or real… But its better I let you choose what you wish to believe! So whatever you find more interestin g fiction or fact, take it as that… I am married to a mr. S though!!

  8. Arindam says:

    It was a beautiful story. May be there were moments, which I could identify with; that’s why this post spoke to me in such a way. I do believe that, everything which happens to a person has a purpose. Now the realization of that purpose takes time. Just as in this case it took almost 19 years. You are a person with lots of potential as a writer. I just wish & hope one day you will share beautiful stories like this one, with a large number of audience.

    1. what a wonderful compliment arindam! Am not sure I deserve it, but I enjoyed it. Thanks

  9. shamasheikh says:

    What a beautiful story Sapna…so happy to have found you through Arindam who is such a fine human being…will be back for more…

    God bless…

    1. thanks shama! Ya arindam is wonderful and very kind too…. I will be visiting you soon too, arindam has written an impressive resume of you πŸ™‚

  10. mohipals says:

    nicely narrated…..well meaning relationships come out of mature hearts. impulsive relationships do not last. explains everything so lucidly.

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