Memories Never lie... Chapter 3

Flashback

January 2013

It was around 3.30PM, feeling hungry but can't go because I was handling a customer issue in cabin. Environment was somewhat hot because customer was in very annoying mood. I called up the manager of the section and asked him to look into the matter. We are busy in solving the issue and then suddenly my phone rings... it was a Facebook notification... I ignored it... as I was dealing with much more important things than that. After a while we made it. Customer left the room with big smile and in a very thankful gesture.

And I was like "Please do not stop me now. I'm very hungry ..." seems like starving from last 10 years...

I can't resist hunger, it's my weakness. I took my phone, lunch box and rushed towards our cafeteria. Our cafeteria was like a wonder city... where anyone can do anything. Some of the staffs were busy in IND Vs. ENG ODI match Live from Ranchi, as match was already starts on 2:30PM. and some of them were busy in talking with each other's.. Others were encashing their time by taking a quick nap. I took chair in front of TV, I love cricket and before you judging anything let me tell you I am diehard fan of MS Dhoni. but unfortunately I can't sit there in cafeteria for the whole match, as my company is not paying me to watch matches here. So I had my lunch, took my mobile out of my pocket, and I saw there was a Facebook message from Maansi.

Before reading the message I want to tell you something about Maansi. I know her since I was in 12th and she was in 9th standard. Somewhere in 2008, in those days social media was on peak, and as per human nature I also decided to make Facebook account. on those days I was not having any android phone or personal laptops so I used to prefer internet cafes, and with the shortage of money I only prefer to go there in Sunday's. because you can't ask for money from your dad by just saying "Dad..facebook use krne jana hai paise do na", it will be little awkward. And then I started with a fake profile as on that time I was big fan of a daily soap artist who is really very famous in India on that time.

The first friendship request I received was of Maansi. She was from Guntur a beautiful city in Andhra Pradesh. She thinks that I was that famous daily soap guy. She started probing about the serial and all. Scam runs so beautifully for so many days, and whatever I narrated her about the serial that becomes the real story of the serial. And I was like, “Ye Kaise hue???".Then on a very fine day, she messaged me again

“Are you really Mohit Sehgal", I wish Facebook had a feature of Feelings so that I can explain the exact feeling she had on that time.

"No, I'm not...!" not willing to cheat her this time... "Listen I don't what to cheat you but I don't even wants to spoil your mood too..." explaining my intentions

"Then what's your name?” she probing further...

"I'm Sam!!" hesitating but said at last...

"Then how do you know all about the serial’s future episodes..?? Are you working with them...?" she actually wants to know everything...

"No, I'm also fan of him...But whatever I told to you... don't know how it came true" horrifying actually because this was the first time ever I lied someone...

"Keep your name on profile I will appreciate it... if you do so, be yourself" she replied.

And she had gone offline. But her words left very deep impact on me. I changed my name on Facebook and but after that we talked to each other sometimes on Sundays as I already said I was not having any personal computer or android phones.

She was very sincere and very understanding kind of girl... and that too at such a young age.. but I was really big stupid on that time, Yeah it's true, as some of my classmates were having girlfriends on that time, and my best friend too have one.. So it was natural in this age, I also wants be like them.. After seeing all this, according to me, having a Girlfriend is a cool thing. So as Valentine’s Day was approaching so far. So I also thought that I should have a girlfriend too, but the question was...

“WHO”

 To be continued....