go site Was it a fling or love? Sampurna Majumder wonders in the fifth part of Dilli ki Hawa!
It was the summer of 2011. I was working as an editor with an American publishing giant. Day in and day out I got used to the somewhat mundane routine of reading manuscripts and competing titles, coordinating with authors and production editors to bring out book which students would read or probably not.
Attending book launch programs became a regular part of my job description. These events came as an icing on the cake because I got to visit places like India International Centre, India Habitat Centre and others. Not to mention the drinks and dinner that came as a booty.
It was one of those events where I happened to meet T. On our first meet we ended up discussing about the publishing industry in general and obviously our experiences. I was into editorial while he was into marketing. Our chit-chat over dinner gradually ended up in a discourse. I learnt that he was from Shillong but currently his family resided in Calcutta and like me even he has been living in Delhi for around 8 years.
Bengalis in Delhi, single professionals from the same field – there was an instant connection.
After the event came to an end, everyone parted ways. T offered to drop me home. I readily agreed.
A month later I received a message on my phone. It was from T. From where did he manage my number? I wondered. Nonetheless I replied to it in positive. He had some stupid inquiry about other publishing houses. I answered patiently and kept the phone.
For some strange reason I felt that T would call again. And lo behold! He did!
We became good friends. If friendship implies sharing similar tastes and likings and enjoying each other’s company, yes we were friends. Our passion for travelling, photography and of course movies bound us together.
Short and sturdy, T had sharp eyes that remained red most of the time. He spoke flawless English. Wondered where did he learn. Being a travel freak, T had already covered the lengths and breadths of the country and even abroad and had tried his hand at all kinds of adventure sports – from scuba diving in the Andamans to bungee jumping at Uttarakhand; from braving through the trekking trails of Roopkund (Garhwals) to paragliding in the Himachal; from travelling across the Maramara Sea (Istanbul) to hopping around the coffee shops at Amsterdam to catching a glimpse of Mount Titlis (Switzerland) – it was a pleasure interacting with the wanderlust.
One fine day, he offered to meet and yes of course without any office work to which I complied and it was his brilliant idea to get a can of beer each. Conversations began to pour in and so did the beer. Though I tried protesting, it dint help much. (Rather I wont deny sipping into beer was actually fun since I had after a long long time).
It hardly took us much time to figure out that apart from travel and movies, we shared another passion – music. Rock to be more particular. Therefore Jimi Hendrix, Jim Morrison, Elvis Preseley had to make space within our conversation. Soon my tension over the beer mugs eased and I let myself lose over the evening and obviously amidst laughter.
I was experiencing a new high, and new found freedom all of a sudden on being treated by a man who was almost a stranger. A strange bond began to unite us in an unfamiliar way. A brief stint of loneliness was placated by a momentary spell of love or attraction – or was it my figment of imagination?
“It’s getting late. I have to go.” I said eagerly.
“Wait! I will get you a Cab.” T said. But I could see the grin on his face and it seemed he deliberately took time in getting a cab. I felt like kicking him then and there.
Giddiness engulfed me as I boarded the cab and could not help cursing T for the mess. But T disappeared within a few seconds.
As the cab left I was transported into a trance.
Nonetheless even in that trance I could feel a sense of happiness.