The Letters, The Chicken Curry And Rice

The Letters, The Chicken Curry And Rice

Rhituparna Chakraborty

She looked at him. He sat there, without talking to anyone. The moment she saw him, she fell in love with him. She wanted to talk to him, but he would not. She thought of a plan. She wrote a letter and gave it to him. He picked up the letter, read it, and sat there for sometime. He then quietly took out a piece of paper, scribbled something on it and gave it to her. She read it. She then wrote something and gave it to him.

Every morning, both of them used to exchange letters with each other. This seemed to continue forever and forever seemed nothing because both of them loved each other. Eventually he started talking to her. For him she was a beautiful home. For her, he was her world.

For 7 years they were together. After that they had to split for 10 years. They were in touch through phone calls. After 10 long years, he came back. When she opened the door, she saw his blood shot red eyes. Those eyes were just like the eyes she had seen when she had met him for the first time. He hugged her tight and sobbed like a baby. She made him sit comfortably and gave him a hot cup of coffee.

The first time when she had met him, he had refused to talk to anyone. The first letter she had written to him read, “Hi baby. I promise I will not trouble you. I don’t have any friend. Will you be my friend?” He had written, “Yes”. Next day he had brought a broken bracelet for her. She wore it. Her friends laughed at her for wearing that, but she never took it off.

Today he is 27, she is 42. She still had the bracelet. He took a new one from his bag and put it in her hands. He said, “Ma’am you came to my life when I had lost everything. I was just 10 years then. You wore my dead mom’s bracelet because I asked you to. You had always brought me chicken curry and rice when I had forgotten what homemade food was. Had it not been for a teacher like you, I would not have been what I am today.”

A doctor by profession now, Rohan had found a friend, a mom and home in his school teacher Sofia. He had to stay away from her for his higher studies. But he is not leaving her ever again. The letters stayed there in Sofia’s file and Rohan read them while sipping his coffee with his eyes moist at every word that Sofia had written for him. Sofia went ahead to make Rohan’s favourite dish, ‘Chicken curry and Rice'

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