“Can I talk to Chandrika?” The voice from other side asked.
“Yes, speaking!” I replied.
“Myself ………., your college time friend.” She said. “Wow! We
are talking after 8 long years."
“Hmmm…….” I could only utter although once she was my best
friend. But she cheated me just for a job as my merit was better.
“Where are you these days?” She asked excitedly.
“In Gurgaon.” I replied as coldly as possible.
“I am also working in Gurgaon and staying at Delhi
with my husband and son. How many kids do you have?”
“I am single.”
“Do you know how I get married?”
“No” I was not at all interested in hearing her story yet
she was keenly interested in telling.
“My brother came to know about Mr. ‘G” who was a lawyer by
profession and had a hobby to help others. My brother told him about me. He
expressed his worries that despite my educational qualifications, my richness
and my beautiful figure I was not getting married. Mr. ‘G’ asked him to bring
my nighty that I wore previous night without washing. Next time when my brother
visited him, after smelling my nighty Mr. ‘G’ said that in my childhood days, my
friend’s mother out of jealousy for me as I stood first in my class and her
daughter could not beat me, gave me something wrong to eat whose side effects
were resulting in my late marriage. Surprisingly he even correctly told the
name of my that school time friend.”
“Hmm..” I was feeling bored of all these cooked up stories.
“Mr. ‘G’ told me do some prayers and charged me Rs. 7000/-.
He correctly told the time of my marriage to be held. And I got married exactly
on that date. Are you listening?”
“Ya.”
“Recently he told me that I will buy a house. Although I had
no money still because of his blessings and prayers I bought a house in Faridabad.
You must also visit him once for your marriage.”
Do you think she has become an agent of Mr. ‘G’ or she is
really feeling concerned for me?
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