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To Murthy,
A man who once said, “Dreams take us accross”
points u to the hanging path,
that asks you to hear the calling of the cross.
-Your soul mate
It was this letter that surprised Mr. murthy
Who was this person who claimed to be his soul mate? His Menakshi?
Definitely not! Or was she? That just was not possible his wife has been dead a
lot many years.
But then what was this letter doing here? And for God’s sake
why couldn’t he or she, whoever may be, spell the spellings right. Mr. Murthy found a few many things irritating and wrong spellings were one of them.
It made him think. Probably he was being duped? Perhaps it
was just another practical joke of these youngsters who knew short cut to everything
including spellings? Hmm.., that could be a probability, which could explain
the spellings too.
He exhaled deeply and tried to rationalize, no, he didn’t felt
that could be possible. They feared him enough not to dare do such thing.
Ahh! Why was he caring anyway? The letter was not threatening. But then, he knew his curiosity would always win.
He examined the letter again, this time trying to read
between the lines a bit more carefully. After all it was his job for a certain
period, even if it was long ago.
He read the first line. That was odd; he had heard such an
expression somewhere. Anyways, it was clear that the letter was a direction to the
apparent soul-mate.
He looked out, it
seemed to be a good evening for a walk, he thought and so he picked up his
walking stick and the letter.
While walking, he started thinking again about the first line.
He felt he knew something and he was missing it. But what was it? Was he even
going in the right direction? It was then that he realized, he wasn’t. He now
knew what the line indicated. And soon after, walking on the right path, he
reached a statue of a man colored black, with one hand on his back and the
other, pointing somewhere. Below it the line ‘A man who once said, “Dreams take us across”’ was carved in the
stone. Mr. Murthy very well knew where the next line indicated as well. He was
laughing to himself, so Ms. Soulmate; you really thought you could puzzle me
for long? He quickly paced towards the river; the ‘hanging path’ was the bridge, definitely. He smiled knowing only
the last line remain between him and the sender.
At the other end of the Bridge he started considering the last
line, ‘that asks you to hear the calling
of the cross’. He frowned. Now what did this line mean? His familiarity
with the area of the town was just widening up the options. Could it be something
that relates with ‘cross’? The cross road? The Holy Cross school? He read again
the whole line this time. Calling of the
cross? The realization dawned him soon. Of course!, what else could it
mean. Was the person deliberately keeping it easy or he couldn’t do any better?
Once again he was back on the track. It lead to the church.
In the 20 minutes that took him to reach the church he again
thought about the sender who signed it as soul mate. Was she a woman? If yes,
why was she using such a silly name, and what could she really want? It didn’t matter, he thought, for he was to know it soon enough. He wouldn’t be surprised
if it was some silly woman was trying to catch his attention. He knew well that
he was an aged man, but a rich one and others knew that too. The sender did surprise
him eventually.
“Garry, what are you doing here?”, enquired Mr. Murthy
rather surprised but quickly added happily “oh! I am so glad to see you, when
did you return?”. “Yesterday night, how are you my old man?” said Garry, certainly pleased to see his dear old friend
as happy as he was.
“So it was you who did all this! Why, you could have had
just walked in my house, I would have been just the same happy like now”
“and let my entry be less than unusual? Nonsense!” answered Garry mockingly, “also I wanted both of us to meet at the very same place we started off.”
“and let my entry be less than unusual? Nonsense!” answered Garry mockingly, “also I wanted both of us to meet at the very same place we started off.”
Mr. Murthy nodded in agreement. “I understand this”, he said,
“but not why did you sign it off in this way?”pointing towards the letter.
Garry looked quizzical and took the note to examine it. When
he noticed what his friend meant, he embarrassingly answered, “oh! I meant SOLE
– MATE, your only friend, or so you used to call me buddy”
Mr. Murthy could only stare back.
“In my defense” Garry added, “I never really too good with
spellings ,as you were”
Well, they both couldn’t stop laughing after that.
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