Down with Food Poison, July 2009

On 31st I fly to Delhi. I planned marketing in Varanasi for 10 days. When I reached Varanasi I found the freelance Executive over there did not do anything for Seminar. I will say it as my mistake, I did not force that person to do that. North Indians need to be forced to do anything. I found he is not ready to call students. I had to start texting students. Third day I fell down with food poisoning. Usually I can eat any kind of food. But this time I don't know what happened. I became so tired. Nobody was there. Body temperature increased. I could not sleep. Morning at around 4'O clock I started vomiting and loose motion. Many time ran to toilet. Nothing was left in body. I felt as if I am going to die. But it was not that much serious like once I faced in Andaman and Nicobar Islands.

I sent an email to Dapu. I expected at least in this time she would call me. I wanted her presence. Always I was longing for that. I found she is having a charismatic effect on me. I missed her so much. But she was not ready to be with me. To give her presence to my soul unselfishly. She knew I wanted her. She knew I will be in pathetic condition. Even though she knew everything she stopped contacting me. She might have thought that I will find out another woman. But I was not living for sex. If somebody is thinking about sex, yes he or she can have sex with anybody. There is no emotional bondage in sex. Need not think about future life. Just for enjoyment. But in love, when it is intertwining with life and family, we cannot choose anybody. We all will be specific in choosing. We will think about the personality of the partner. We see their gestures and actions. We never try to see the outer beauty.
It was noon. I was laying down in bed. Varanasi Executive, Pathak was there. My mobile rang, an Indian mobile number displayed. Person from other side told “Call from Gulf”, it was Dappu. I knew she would call. I wanted to dance. I could not ask anything nor she was telling. After 10 months I am hearing her voice. I could hear change in her tone and pronunciation. She put phone, telling that she will call again. Her English became bad. I thought she might have working with illiterate Indians! I memories flashed back. She could not understand how much I loved her.

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