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Six months had passed in a jiffy after reaching london.
"Slow and deep movements make history " .....some great historian said that true to his
words in some corner of my mind this city had seeped. I now believed I had lived here for
years , knew people by their names and I was one among them.
These six months had changed me so much, I had changed to the self I always wanted to
be all it took was some new clothes then got my hair done and most important of all, few
bucks in my wallet.Thus my dream of being a proactive young man was finally
achieved.My english was still bad and to whom ever I spoke my language was a nightmare
for them.
Good morning ! Matthew,
I greeted her back without taking my eyes from the monitor.I usually arrived early to work
and rarely stayed back late.Leading a team was no joke and I compensated my bad
language with a sound knowledge of the system.
Beena stood by my side, her eyes fixed to my monitor.I put my pencil down & instantly she
smiled at me, I said "That's what you have to do today" she said "Okay Matthew" and
before I could smile back she had left the place.
Beena kuriokose had traveled from India two years back chasing her dreams to this distant
land.There was nothing special about beena , She had very plain looks, well built and fair
an equal contrast to Matthew.
Matthew brushed his hair and started walking towards the conference hall. Beena on
seeing Matthew rose from her seat and followed his steps.The meeting began with a round
of appreciation and the next moment two pink slips were deliverd.Two new joins were
announced and the targets we decided for the following week.
It was afternoon when beena walked in to Matthew's cabin.
"Mathew"she said " Did you notice! we are the only one's working together in this project
for straight six months".I exchanged a smile and never dared to say, she too had her heart
in her mouth during those meetings.I said " we need to celebrate that isn't it ?" She left with
a smile leaving me guessing for the rest of the day.
Next weekend she called me home for lunch.I was perplexed never knowing how to
respond to such invitations , I hurriedly cut the phone. From then on I was on a calling
spree calling all my friends in london who would give me company to her house for
lunch.No one was ready to come with me but instead wished me a great time.When I had
exhausted the numbers in my telephone book I looked
at my watch it showed half -past two. I called her up and apologized for not showing up.
Then I promised her, I would at her home for dinner .Why I did I do so ? I had no answers,
I cursed my self and my friends who were not willing to accompany me.
I got some vegetables without knowing what to purchase. Then got a cab from the station
and presented before the main door of her house.She was there at the door for me with
her friend.I dumped the vegetables in her hand and got in.She said " You look tired" may
be that is a way of telling you are very shabbily dressed.I said " Na.." .While she cooked
the food I talked to her friend.
Dinner was served and we didn't talk much while we had our food.I looked at the watch
and it was late. I rushed to the station and missed the last train.I called her and was back
at her door cutting a sorry figure.
Her friend started the conversation and she kept talking for the rest of the evening.when
her friend left us alone for a while.She looked at me and the next moment her eyes were
moist .She didn't say a word when I expected her to say something. She crushed the
droplets of tears with her hands and I didn't know what I should say.Her friend was
walking toward us, she quickly wiped her face and became her self. After that we didn't
talk much , they went to their rooms and I slept in the living room.
We talked little at office and the week after I traveled to chennai. She used to call me from
home and most of the time we would remain silent on the phone. When I returned back to
london after two months completing my work. She was at the airport to pick me .This
continued for a year before we got married.It has been a year and a half and till this day
we have found the affection between us growing.
That is the story of how Matthew selva kumar married Beena kuriokose.......
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