Balu’s Dilemma…. !!!(Part-2)

It has been some months now, in this new office of hers and has almost settled down to know people around her and address them by their first-name. She now knows where everyone sits and works from, where things lie in this office of hers, the approach and the city that beautifully spreads across the shores of the Arabian Sea.

Balu and Janavi have the same wavelength and both have similar likes and dislikes and prefer to read the same kind of books. They both have had the same difference of opinion and the same consolations at work. They gel as a team and have been responsible for many out-of-the-box implications and results and have brought in laurels and acclaims for the work and the company they work for. They are regarded as indispensable, of course to the company.

People regard them as two sides of a coin and walk up to them for all their consultations and worries. They have mingled with the people as individuals and still exist as individuals at the end of the day. They have their own lives to mend too and live with and still be happy with it. They aren’t bothered about what people think about them, or what people refer to them. They are unaware of the happenings around and still in the same building with their own like and dislikes and still live in harmony.

Last week, had been a week of havoc and pain for all those in the city and as well in the office for Janavi and Balu. The city had been flooded with water from the lashing rains, day and nights together, clogging the roads, slowing the traffic, delaying the buses, delaying the schedules, erratic supply of electricity, closing down of shops, less options of food available, less day-breaks, less of everything.

Janavi and Balu had also been caught up in this hay ware and had even rifts and arguments upon certain aspects of the work that they had to do. There had been long hours of working, several cups of coffee, missed lunches and slipped deliveries and promises of effective work. Caught in midst of this is what is troubling the mind of Balu, who had written a blog pouring his mind into it. He was unaware and to kill the long drab and tensing work hours, he drifted to do some writing just otherwise to clear his mind. He is of this habit, when in situations of dire tense and heated arguments, he always writes out his mind with beautiful and everlasting dreams to motivate him and bring him back on track.

So, it happened to be one kind of situation now and he wrote out all his mind on to the blog and copied the whole writing on a mail to his best friend to let him also know his mind as he wanted a solution to the mind’s rumblings that has been going on till today, as he met this girl right opposite to his cabin in his office.

He marked it to his friend’s mail id and was waiting for his reply. He knew his friend would respond and also had followed it up with a phone call asking him to do the same. So, waiting for the reply, has been the more tautness time in his life more than the prevailing situations. The better got the situation on his hand that he forgot all about the mail and had engrossed himself in the work at hand, and to god’s grace had finished his work in time.

The office was grateful to all the people who had committed themselves endlessly to the difficulties on hand and gave it a fabulous and sparkling finish. There was a great celebration to follow and people had all enjoyed the fruits of the hardships that they underwent. It was time to meet, and our lady and man even met in the party thrown to the success. They met as every other people, forgetting all their differences and words said, apologized for any accidental behavior and thanked each other for the extended support and parted their ways after an exciting evening.

All’s well and accomplished the return to normalcy. The office is back on its regular routine and Balu is back with his musings. He wonders suddenly why his friend hasn’t replied to his mail. He looks into his sent items folder and finds for his mail against the name of his friend. In vain, he is not able to locate it, and his memory tells him he did send a mail. He sorts them against the date and tries to find his friends mail, but to his astonishment finds a mail to Janavi, on the subject of “To Be or Not To Be”.

He isn’t sure what it is and clicks it to unfold the mail that happened to be or presumed to be sent to his friend. He is unsure, of his act, walks up to the aisle of Janavi’s cabin to talk to her, returns back not having the guts to face her. He isn’t sure if she has read the message, shucks he did not ask for a read receipt. He isn’t sure if he should recall the message, even if he recalls will it delete the message. Has she read the message, she hasn’t discussed with him. Oh! How, stupid I have been and how impulsive?

His intercom rings, “Hi, it’s me Janavi.” “Yeah, Janavi, tell me.”

Janavi: “Wanna, share a cup of coffee with me?”

Balu: “Of course, will join you.”

Janavi: I hope, I did not disturb you. The whole week had been taxing and now I guess we are on our own again.

Balu: Hmm…yes. Running thoughts in the mind, why has she called me here, to say this or is she going to talk about the mail. Oh! God, please save my grace.

Finishing her coffee discussing all the other things that were ahead of them carefully excluding what was on Balu’s mind and adding to the fuel to the already restless mind of his.

Janavi: Shall we leave? and Ah…um…Yes…

Janavi: I liked your writing of yours, it is too good. I did not know that a story teller lies in you. By the way, why did not you mention the name of the girl you had written about? In a way, hiding the name of the girl, you have guarded the girl’s dignity, if someone truly exists like that [wink].

Good, writing. Let me also read some of your previous works. Do share them, catch you later, bye.

She did not listen to the sigh of relief from Balu and the prayers he sent out into the air thanking the God’s in heaven for siding him this time. But, little did Balu know that with this he had kick started the balls of his love-life rolling and in-days to come, he would be in the company of the very ‘LADY’ in the story and his life.

(The End…Oops, Beginning)