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Om Prakash Tiwari It was Vijay's first day at the Typing Coaching Centre. He was sitting in his seat reading the manual to learn to type. Then his eyes went towards the gate of his cabin. A dusky girl with hazel eyes was coming to his cabin.

The girl came and sat on the seat next to him. Fixed the typewriter and got busy typing. Vijay's mind was not engaged in typing. He wanted to talk to the girl under any circumstances. He sat down with paper on the typewriter and looked at the girl. The girl's fingers were tapping on the keyboard of the typewriter as if playing a harmonium.

What are you looking at?

After a while the girl spoke angrily.

watching you type What have you come here to do?

Type learning.

Will you learn like this? The tone of the girl's voice was intact.

Today is my first day, so I am not understanding anything. You were typing so I started watching how your fingers fall on the keyboard. Seeing you typing, I felt that I would also learn. If you keep looking at me like this, then this wish of yours will never be fulfilled.

The girl started typing again. Vijay also started typing after looking at the keyboard. He didn't feel like typing. He was feeling uneasy. After ten minutes he stuck the ribbon of the typewriter. 'The ribbon will get stuck when the attention is somewhere else...'

The girl started adjusting the ribbon by pulling his typewriter a little towards her. Meanwhile the ribbon fell down. When she bent down to pick it up, the chunni fell from her neck. Vijay also bent down to pick up the ribbon. His eyes suddenly went on the girl's breasts. He hesitated.

'Take it, it's okay.' The girl said that she regained consciousness. The girl again started typing, but Vijay's mind was not engaged in typing. He kept trying to talk to the girl.

Not liking it?' Suddenly the girl asked him, then the flowers blossomed.

'Looks like I won't even be able to learn.'

The chances look something like this.

Your name? Vijay asked a question to increase the point.

Sarita.

Good name.

But I hate this name.

Why?

Tell me if there is any reason. Saying this Sarita got up from her seat and left the cabin hanging the purse on her shoulder. Vijay kept watching her leaving. After he left she put it on the typewriter. The typewriter seemed sad to him.

and the world changed

From this day onwards victory started flying in the air. Started roaming on the terrace at night. Counts the stars and talks to them. He used to write poems while sitting in the moonlight. He felt lukewarm in the summer sun. If the world turns pink then life is like a rose. Sleep disappeared from eyes. He used to roam many kilometers on foot in his thoughts.

When he told about his condition to a friend, he said, 'Guru you have fallen in love.' He felt good listening to his friend.

Next day Vijay tells Sarita that he has written a poem on you. want you to read it.

'This is great. Life or identity You are my guest How much do you know me?'

I have written on the basis of whatever I know.

Sarita started reading the poem written by him.

Sarita,

slow current

quenches people's thirst

irrigates the fields of the farmers

Many obstacles come in the way

still meet the ocean ocean

in his love

bangs head on sahil

proof of the intensity of their love

on the night of the full moon rising tide

If there is a stream then there is an ocean

Without Sarita the ocean will become a desert

in love with the ocean

River crosses mountains

plateaus and man-made barriers

Under the poem, he had written Sagar instead of Vijay. Sarita saw him and passed the paper towards Vijay. Vijay said that I want you to type it. Send it for printing. Sarita didn't say anything. Keeping the paper in front of her, she started typing. Vijay kept looking at her. Sarita also realized that Vijay was looking at her, but instead of protesting, she asked, are you a poet?

trying to be

Poets are fugitives. Sarita said looking at him. Vijay was taken aback by his comment.

A poet writes poetry for his own pleasure. He thinks about poetry while composing. He then leaves the poem to its own devices. When poetry is in trouble, the poet does not stand by poetry's side.

How can you say that?'

I understand that a man's life is also a poem. My life is a poem. I don't like my life. That's why I don't like poetry either.

Oh wow, you are a poet. What you just said is poetry.

Not poetry, it is the delirium of poetry, its pain.

Which stems from the poet who created my life. Saying this, Sarita went out of the cabin.

How is it? Vijay sees Sarita's typewriter. It felt as if the typewriter was busy composing a lament.

scent of love

Today he talked more. Seeing their conversation, the madam who runs the typing institute came to her and said that nowadays you are very happy, Sarita. Sarita only smiled in return. Vijay also smiled. So did he also get the smell of my love.

The next day when Sarita came to the institute, she was well-dressed. Was wearing a new pink suit. Hair style was changed. Vijay liked this changed look of Sarita. He could not suppress his feelings. Said, 'You are looking very beautiful.' When Sarita smilingly threw the thank you flower at him in response, he felt like standing up and dancing and shouting loudly that he was in love.

movement of planets When a man is disappointed or his conditions towards the goal are not clear, he takes refuge in religion and astrologers. Vijay's condition was also similar. He had started liking Sarita, but it was not clear whether Sarita also liked him.

He was also troubled by his unemployment. The family members were putting pressure separately for the marriage. So one day he went to the astrologer. He keeps asking the astrologer for tips to get a job. He thought that in order to get love, the movements of the constellations should be known. For the job, the astrologer sometimes says that there is Kalsarp Dosh in your horoscope, which is a hindrance in your auspicious works.

For its peace, keep peacock feathers in the house and rotate it on your body two or three times a day. Offer a pair of snake made of silver on Shivling on Monday. Worship Shri Ganesh ji daily. Only by doing this patiently will there be a possibility of getting employment. Till now Vijay has tried every recipe given by him, but till date nothing has happened. On complaining, he says that the mahadasha of Bhagyesh Shukra is going on on you.For the strengthening of Venus, wear five and a half ratti opal in silver on Friday in the right middle finger.

Pandit ji, is there love in my horoscope or not?

No, there are many. said the astrologer, glancing at the horoscope.

'Is love the sum of marriage?'

But there are some constraints.

What is the fuss in love marriage?

You are in the Mahadasha of Venus, which is inauspicious. Saturn's half-and-half is going on in your zodiac sign also. Feed sweet paratha made of mustard oil to dogs every Saturday for Shani Shanti. There can be a possibility of success in love only after the planetary peace.

Everything is a fraud. For so many days you have not been making me do anything for a job. Got a job? No one is ready to hire even a peon.

Confused, Vijay left the astrologer's room. On reaching home, mother started saying, 'Your father has liked the girl. His friend's daughter. Doing job after doing BA.

so what do i do?

Get married

This will not be possible without getting a job.

Then you will remain single for the rest of your life.

It is better to remain a bachelor than to eat wife's earnings. Saying this, Vijay went to his room.

life is not easy

Sarita did not come to the typing school for a week. Vijay kept coming everyday and went back home disappointed. As soon as Sarita came on the eighth day, he asked whether she had not come for a week?

There are many problems in life. Saying this, Sarita sat on her seat.

What happened?

My sister who is doing BA eloped with some guy. Both are living together without marriage.

Why Did you do this? He says that if she had not done this

, she would not have got married.

Meaning?

The financial condition of our house. Saying this, Sarita became silent.

I don't think your sister has done wrong. Today's young generation has become rebellious. She is creating a new morality by breaking the traditions. Everything will be fine with time.

But mother doesn't understand.

Yes, it is a bit difficult for them to understand, but nowadays everything works. Our society is changing. Living together without marriage is a western tradition, but now it is happening here too.

Yes, it is better to sit and wait for the prince of dreams than to walk with the one who holds the hand. Even if it is only for four days, spring will come in life.

Vijay felt that he should say that then why did not you go with me. We get married but he could not say.

Do you know that one of my sisters is studying in twelfth standard. She is also in love with a boy. They both are ready to marry each other. Next year, we will get married as soon as we become adults.

It came to Vijay's mind to say that it is good. If he finds a groom on his own, then you will not have any problem. Anyway, which prince would you give them for a job of five thousand rupees. It is good that they run away with their lovers.

In conversation one day Sarita had told him that her father had died and she had three sisters. He doesn't have any brother. She is the eldest among the sisters. She works in an office and gets a monthly salary of Rs.5000. Learning typing to get a job elsewhere.

Vijay remembered a similar incident that happened with one of his friends. A sister of his friend eloped with her lover after marrying her elder sister to a middle aged man. After this his friend was seething with anger. Then Vijay said keep calm man. May they both be well wherever they are. What he did was well done. Which prince would you marry her to? After all it is his life.

He has to live, so he should also take the decision. The friend's elder brother also supported Vijay's point of view. But said in a slightly philosophical way that this was acceptable to Honi.

I also think that what a sister did is right. Whatever others do is also good. If life is a struggle then do it. Even a man turned lover to husband can cheat. Life can become hell and so does the parent-child prince. But mother does not agree. She thinks a lot and spoils her health.

They are from the olden days, aren't they? '

It has become such an extent that she has started telling me that you too should run away with someone.

With whom should I leave them in this condition...'

Sarita started crying.

Vijay did not understand what to say and what to do.

When Sarita understood the situation, she controlled herself and started typing again.

After ten minutes Sarita got up and left without saying a word. Vijay wanted to follow her, but he sat and watched her go.

lightning strike

Dark clouds had gathered in the sky. Because of this darkness had spread in the surroundings. Lightning flashed in the sky and clouds thundered every now and then. Even in such weather, Vijay was ready to go to the typing school. He wanted to meet Sarita. When he left the house, it had started drizzling. Still he started moving towards the typing school with fast steps. It must have been a short distance that the rain intensified. People walking on the road ran away and stood in some shade but he kept on walking drenched in his ecstasy.

On reaching the institute, he came to know that Sarita had not come.

What was the need to come in so much rain? Madam said to Vijay.

You will not understand. I understand everything, but now Sarita will never come here.

Why? how do you know?

'His call came. He said that if you come then I will tell.

Will she never come? Vijay's voice started coming from a well.

Vijay came out of typing school. It was raining heavily outside. As soon as he stepped down, there was a flash of lightning and thunder.

Vijay walked towards the house drenched like unconscious.

He thought that he would go to Sarita's house. But madam can give the address of his house. Thinking of this, he turned back but by then the typing school was closed.

Reached home soaking wet. Till then his body started burning with fever. He was lying on the cot for about fifteen days. When everything went well, he reached the typing school on the 20th day. Madam not found. This process went on for fifteen days. On the sixteenth day he got madam. On seeing him, she said that have you become very weak?

That day he got wet in the rain and fell ill.

When Vijay asked Madam for the address of Sarita's house, she wrote it on a piece of paper and handed it over to Vijay. Saying thanks to madam, Vijay walked away. He wanted to meet Sarita today itself.

When he reached the address given by madam, it was locked.

On asking the neighbors, it was found that Sarita used to live here, but has now sold the house and left. Vijay could not find his new address even after asking several people. Disappointed, he returned home.