I was taking tea in restaurant with some biscuits. I had a blue pen and some paper for writing something on table but I didn’t know what to write?
‘How can I be a good writer’, I mumbled.
As I took a first small sip of tea with tiny bite of biscuit, I screamed for calling a waiter.
‘What happened sir?’ waiter said
‘How do you satisfy the customers with this bad tea?’, ‘I said’
‘Why are you speechless now’ I said
‘Sorry sir, but we offer the same tea to everyone’ waiter said
Most of the boys kept silent apart from those who were talking to their girlfriends.
‘How disgusting is this’ I grimaced and said
‘How much do you want from me for this tea?’ I said
He kept silent.
‘Tell me, I am asking something’ I said
‘250 rupees only sir’, ‘waiter said ’
‘but I don’t want to pay anything for this ’,’I said ’
He nodded and turned back.
I finished my cup very badly because I was going to pay 250 rupees for this.
I wrapped a paper and threw towards the dustbin because I had no clue even to write first line for my book.
A guy with a black T-shirt and white trousers was noticing me from last one hour. He sat alone on his chair and also was taking that bad tea. After finishing his cup, he stood up and put up that paper from the dustbin.
He was looking at me while checking that paper but there was nothing at that paper besides my name.
‘How are you friend?’, ‘he said’ but I was not expecting anybody who could say me these words from there therefore I didn’t answer for this question and kept quite.
‘How are you friend?’, ‘he said to me again’
‘Fine ’,’I replied without taking a look at that person and kept quite again’
‘Are you sad, friend?’, ‘he asked’
I wondered and I wanted to know that person who was questioning to me so I took a look at that person. He was that person who had noticed me from his chair.
‘Yeah, you are right. I am very sad’, ‘I said with a glum expression’
‘Do you want to write something?’, ‘he said with smile’
‘Yes, but I am unable to write anything’, ‘I said ’
He sat in front of me and tried to cooperate with me. He was looking like those who never feel uncomfortable during talking to strangers. I forgot to shake hands with him.
‘Would you like to write about my life?’, ‘he said’
He was expecting from me to give answer in his favor but I didn’t give answer directly. My answer was yes but I kept in my mind.
‘What type of story do you have?’, ‘I said by keeping my feelings to myself’
‘Romantic story?’, ‘I asked’
‘Yes’, ‘he said’
I was failed to control my feelings at that time and seemed that god has sent to me that person for help. I was happy because I was about to achieve my first love story for my book.
‘I will write your story definitely but you didn’t tell me your name’’, ‘I said’
‘You didn’t ask my name actually’, ‘he said’
I felt guilty because I didn’t ask his name even we had talked to each other from the twenty minutes.
‘I am extremely sorry’,’ I said with a mock smile’
‘It’s okay. My name is Edward’, ‘he said’
I couldn’t notice that whether that guy was Indian or not. But this was truth that guy was not an Indian. There were so many questions at that time in my mind because I had begun my conversation with a foreigner who was looking like an Indian guy from the U.P state.
‘Oh you are foreigner’, ‘I said like a mature boy ’
‘Yeah’, ‘he said’
‘Do you live here in India?’, ‘I said’
‘Nope, I just visited here for enjoying my vacations. I know something about your country because I read some books related to culture and history of your country. I really like your country because there are so many historical buildings here which make your country like a heaven.’, ‘He applauded ’
‘Where do you live and what do you do in your life?’, ’I asked
‘I am fashion designer and I live in New York’, ‘He said’
‘Really?’, ‘I said with excitement’
‘Yes’, ‘he said’
‘New York is a beautiful city’, ‘I said’
I could say about New York because I had seen it in bollywood movies only.
‘When would you go from here?’, ’I asked
‘I will go after ten days’, ‘he said’
‘So, when would you begin to tell me about your love story?’, ‘I asked’
‘Okay, I would begin from today and you would come in my hotel room’, ‘he said by pointing his finger to me’
I nodded. He gave me his contact number and turned back.
Next day, I went to hotel to listen his love story. A receptionist was sitting on a chair near the hotel main gate. This was first day when he was about to tell me his story.
‘May I help you sir?’ ’Receptionist said’
‘Can you tell me the room number of Mr. Edward? ’, ‘I asked’
‘Sorry sir, we can’t tell you because we can’t share any information of anybody ’, ‘She said with smile’
I called to Edward on phone and told him what was happening with that receptionist. He came and took me in his room. I learned the room number which was 233 by entering in his room.
He sat on the bed and took water without offering to me. I ignored because I was there only for a romantic love story. He began.