The Second Encounter of Love
The Second Encounter of Love | Ajay Pandey

The Second Encounter of Love

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How I met her? – The Begining


It is well said we cannot get anything before time. It was proved after exactly 15 days of the day I saw her. I was crossing the road in New Baneshor and a girl went by pushing me. I was almost ready to scold and then realized oh wait I know that curly hair. Since we were going in the same direction I thought of checking the luck. She crossed the road and was heading towards shankmul. Luckily, I was also going towards the same direction. I was going to meet an old friend who was in Kathmandu. She was almost 15m ahead of me. I reached near Janta bank. Suddenly my friend Deep appeared and I was bound to talk with him. I said him, bro, there is an urgency let’s walk. Without understanding the complete thing, he started walking with me. That trust is what makes him my best buddy. I was lost when I walked to shankhmul tower and not found her.

Deep had understood my condition and consoled me to go back. I agreed with him and went “The Burger House”. We sat and ordered our usual one Veg and one Chicken momo. He almost started his speech to convert me to non-veg but sadly neither he was a good influencer nor I was ready to be baptized. I was trying to ignore his boring talk on benefits of non-veg food then I noticed the same curls which trapped my heart. That curl had something magical. I had no idea what to do how to talk with her. She was sitting just in front of me facing opposite. I was lost in another world and came to consciousness when a waiter came with our order. I made sure if I miss this opportunity I will be a certified loser. Her friend got my intuitions and was smiling by looking at me. I was like oh! god please save me. She said loudly “ Hey Nibha lets go or we will be late for the workshop of leadership with Raman”. They went from there and I was bounded to starve to death for her single look.

From that moment, I was attached towards the name “NIBHA”. I couldn’t go to the workshop because of my work schedule. In the night, I got an idea and search for the programs and again luck favored me and I got the album of that workshop. After going through 26 pictures I got 3 pictures of her. She was sitting in a roundtable her head a bit high resembling her pride for the beauty may be. Her eyes lashes were giving enough space to my emotions just to skate on it. Her lips were giving thousands of reasons for poetry. MY heart beats boosted like it got nitro power in a car racing game. When I found a tagged facebook id of her name “ Nibha Shakya”. Her each and every post on facebook were trapping my heart. After stalking her profile for almost 3 hours I decided to send the friend request. From Her Facebook, I got her Instagram ID and sent follow request. From then questions like what will happen if she rejects, what will I say if she asks how do I know her? and will I send a request again?  Playing with such things I had no idea when I lost in the world of dreams.

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  • […] How can I forget that rain? I was in hurry for company enlistment (Anusuchi Darta) . I was heading towards Pulchowk after crossing Kupandole. I saw her for the first time. It was like I was struck by lightning. In that heavy rain, she was trying to hold her umbrella by one hand and adjusting her hair with another. Those curly hairs were the first sign. I might get trapped so badly.  Green bangles in the hand and design of mehndi were so clear. Those big Newari eyes and that black liner. I was unaware how sudden they became a magnet and was attracting me towards them. It felt like I could spend my whole life just discovering the mysteries hidden there. Suddenly one big crowd of students rushed into me and disturbed my attention. For the first time in life I had no idea what should I do next. If I could just ask her name and describe how amazing she was. How her expressions were casting thousands of magic spells just like the magic wand. I had no idea if it was the rain or her which was turning me into a poet. I felt as if my story of love is going to break all record of those Romeo and Majnu had once. The only thing stopping me to talk with her was my T-shirt. I was in T-shirt representing my Organization. At any cost, if the situation would have been wrong everything will be messed up. That was a thing I couldn’t risk myself with. The tempo of Langankhel stopped just in front of her. I never had a bad feeling about anyone except that tempo driver who ruined my moment. She stepped into it and went without even noticing me. Even I was in the hurry I couldn’t be late. I had to reach Department of Waste management. Hoping to meet her again sometime. I started to feel if I should start believing in luck and again laughing at my feelings. I rushed toward my destination. Every time I reach near Sajha Petrol Pump. She starts ruling my mind. Well, this is how I met her. To be Continued. […]

Ajay Pandey