The Proposal -- part 4

. I had stitches on 3 areas all over my body and I felt pain even on moving my head.
It was a friendly voice that made me open my eyes.I wasn’t sure of what I was seeing or it was a effect of some mental trauma I suffered sometime back.Damn..it was actually her.She made her way to hospital upon hearing my news from a common friend.I had no idea that she was in the same city for her interns.The doctor within her examined me for the next 2 minutes before she sat at the edge of my bed.Her dismal face said it all.I made an unconditional apology, to which she laughed and said it didn’t matter as long as am hail and hearty.My recent pain and bandages somehow acted like a magical wand and did what my talks,apologies or calls would never had done.She caressed her fingers across my head and bid adieu with a promise of visiting again the next day.I fist pumped as she left as I sensed victory and found my battered relationship coming back on track.A couple of minutes later I sent her a text message saying “by d way u looked gorgeous”, to which she instantly replied “thanx and u too minus the bandages..:) J..The smilies said it all.It was a long time I wore a smile to sleep after a long spree of dullness and tiredness.

The next morning when I woke up I had a fresh energy oozing out of me.She turned up again after I had finished up my breakfast.I knew the accident and thereafter the sms I sent her the last day made her forget the past and forgive me, but I did not expect her to get back to me so soon.She got me the lunch packed from her home.Though 3 more people shared the hospital dormitory with me, but the only person I could see was her. We shared the same lunch box and I guess it was the 1st and finest date I had with her.Though unspoken, the silence,lit eyes and our smiles said it all.Done with the lunch, she helped me wash my hands and lay back on the bed. We giggled, laughed and smiled for the next hour with her hands in mine.Dont know how the jokes which I found sick and sucked in college, were imbibed with humor today.She ran her fingers across my hair and uttered a mute yet understandable ‘bye’ before she left to her home.My eyes followed her as she left the room.Seeing this and a smile on my face, an old man on the bed adjacent to mine asked me “Son, is she ur finacee’..? “..Take aback by the question, I smiled again, though for a second and replied, “Yes, she is..?..isn’t she beautiful”..as this the oldie said “Indeed she is and you guys make a good couple..god bless”.This blushed to an extent, and I pictured her as my would be bride when the idea of proposing her cropped in my head again.
I recovered in the next few days while she made a daily appearance at the hospital.Most of the patients around me and the medical staff knew her my fiance.I kept my fingers crossed and made an every effort to recover as early as possible.By no means I wanted to be in the hospital by the time she leaves back to her home.Her college was re-opening in a week’s time when I got discharged from the hospital.By the time a reached home, the bike was made out of bounds for me.My mom shed another round of tears and swore me never to touch the bike again before detailing me about the number of mannat’s she offered for my early recovery.I cleverly swore not to touch ‘that’ bike again.We had decided to meet the very next day I came back to home.I asked her for lunch as my mom with be daily chores then and my dad would be in office.The preceding evening I started planning again.A red rose was out of my plans now after the disastrous omen it had the last time.Infact nothing was in my bounds as I could not go out with parents at home.I made an excuse of feeling some pain and get some fresh air.At this my mum pulled the curtains and my dad stood up to get me the prescribed medicine from chemist.I realized then that am their offspring and fooling them would not be possible at this instant.With nothing at bay, I crossed my fingers and wished everything to come into place this last time. With things going my way(except the accident) in the past few weeks, I was optimistic of being nomore a bachelor by that time the next day.
I wore my Peter England shirt,Levis jeans and sprayed a quarter bottle of perfume before heading towards the cafeteria.I told my mom that I was going to a cyber café and would be back in an hour. Am sure my mother smelt the rat, but she was too busy with her household chores to further inquire about it.I walked a distance before taking an auto to the City Center.Contrary to other girls she always arrived on time and got to wait, but never made a fuss about it.I guess she did wait for a couple of minutes before I arrived.Unlike the last time, I was more casual and didn’t carry any flowers or other fancy stuff to the venue.We got ourselves on a table for two, and started the conversation.It a tedious task striking a conversation when you have a plan at the backdrop. While she started muttering something about the extreme hot weather, I was looking for an opportunity to break it and divert the topic.I cut short her and asked whats next in her life.Though she was amazed by the sudden serious query, she did reply me a well planned career path which I guess spanned for the next 5 years.Damn I was in a fix.I had never planned anything remotely related to my career so seriously till date.