Please read the last part of the story (Contd……..)

When I finished reading everything she wrote , another mountain of challenge stood , where could I find her. At first I thought I can find her college…but that seemed impossible , this was to be done secretly , if I talked loud about her possession , she would not be happy with me , that was for sure . The college-job was only her part time job , she worked for an NGO too ( but she didn’t name it ).

There were few professional stuffs too, in  the Prescy , they were research reports  about children. There were so many organizations in Kathmandu that work for children, so where to contact? I was confused, I could send it as a public notice in the local FMs and newspapers  but I knew it would offend her , as the world would get interested in what exactly was there  in her MP3.

Then I googled  a weird term , that was used everywhere in those paper,  CAAFAG , that concerned to children.  I found out a name list  , and called all the organization asking if some employee of them  had lost her MP3 . I found no answer. Finally a receptionist lady of an organization became benign to me , and she told that though she was 100% sure about it was nobody from her organization , she could help me by telling which organization might the reports belong. , next day , I took to her a printed version of the report , that paraded around her office , her bosses examined it  and finally suggested me two organizations , that the reports were very vague to generalize.

I went to the first organization , and asked almost everybody twice thrice ( oh they were flatly annoyed) ,  but nobody said they had lost the MP3 . With  still a hope I went to the second organization ,  they treated me very coldly , but I had to suffer everything for her. I saw a lanky bonny lady with long long legs like that of my miss Prescy along the corridor , and I ran after her ” hey lady….here is your prescy” but some guys grabbed me and threw me outside ..I was bruised ,harassed ,yet not  discouraged.

That evening I gave another try , I put the photocopies of the reports in the gates of  both the organizations , I gave my phone numbers too . Only the third day , a call came , that was from the first organization . The lady over the phone said that  , the reports belonged to that organization , and the lady who submitted the report was in field trip of seven days. Ah! finally I found her  , I was immensely relieved . I could not wait for the   7 days and I asked for her phone number .  I was given the number ,  a post-paid NTC phone number…my happiness knew no bounds, but what happened was her cell phone was switched off , I tried at every 5 minute’s interval  but only to know it to be switched off. Then again I called the organization and asked if they had given the wrong number. The lady over the phone said that  her phone set malfunctioned in the trip , and the lady promised that she would tell her if she came in touch .

OH I forgot to tell , the receptionist lady told me about her , that her name was Angie Gurung , that she was undoubtedly beautiful and a good woman as well. Angie ! I liked her name…but instead , I loved calling her miss Prescy , because she was as precious to me as the MP3 was for her .

Ah! finally the wait was over , Angie returned from her field trip , , I called her in the evening she was supposed to come. The ring buzzed up and she picked up the phone,        ” Hullo” that was too rhythmic  , too husky , too sexy ….I hurriedly told her that I was the one who found her lost Prescy.

” you mean the MP3 player” she asked as if she was in trance. “Yes ,” I said…

“OH right now I m with my boyfriend, ”

Goodness! I was reeled , about to collapse…..how come she had a boyfriend!

With the same trance in her voice, she said ” The MP3 player was of the translator of my reports , ”

I was suddenly relieved, it felt as if , I regained my breath .

“Then please give me the number of your translator”

“Oh I’ve lost the number coz I’ve bought this new phone , I have the number in the office…I will let u know tomorrow”. She finished telling this without taking breath and she hung up…..I kept on yelling ” miss Angie! please tell me how my miss Prescy is?  how do she look like?”….but Miss Anne switched off her phone  the whole evening and the night. Well , she was rational for sure…. Phone-calls are restricted in  love-making-mood,  nobody knew this better than me .

That was only yesterday. Sleep barely came. I kept on tossing and turning in bed so much so that I nearly found the fifth dimension of my torso. All night I thought of her. I was all entangled between her long long endless legs like the Nile river . Finally only at dawn , sleep started lulling me .

I woke up around 11.15. I hurriedly called Angie. Yesterday her voice was sexy , and today she was whispering and she told me few sentences and hung up. ” I’ve called her , she would come to take the MP3 player at 4 near Bagmati bridge of Kupandole , I m busy in a meeting ”

I again tried to call her but she had again switched off her phone.

Anxiously…..I prepared myself to see her near the bridge , I took a shower ( of course in her style ) wore my best , and I walked towards the bridge , towards the black hole.

It was already four , but she had shown no traces of coming . I had wrapped her Prescy , in the best velvety gift wrap , once she would come , we would go for coffee ( or the long long  walk with those long long legs? )  , and we would keep on calling , smsing , mailing , chatting , meeting and finally marrying.

But she still had shown no traces of coming. People were passing in front of me , a school boy , then a plump women , a Terai bashi….people kept on coming and going. I craned my neck to see far apart , to see her coming , there were only run-of- the mill wayfarers , not those long long impeccable legs , that  I had been craving for months.

” You  are the one who found the MP3 Bhai ? ”

I was suddenly distracted by the hoarse voice…..She was rather a pudgy figure ,aged almost above 35, in red Kurta and black shawl , she was rather dark, and there was a clear line of the scarlet powder in her hair……..I remained agaped , stunned.

“Oh! thank you Bhai , you had had a lot of trouble finding me”

” ah ! not me …You must’ve been saddened a lot , I m sorry ” I pretended to be normal .

” It was okey….I’ve already bought a new one , see exactly the same , but thanks anyway”

It was really not happening, very intriguing.

“Do you not ask if I read all the stuffs , I mean , to be honest ?” I was collapsing.

” What ? ” She was confused.

“Craappp….” ” Matlab , you are not the one who wrote this” , I was little elated.

“Wrote what ? what are you talking about ? ” , there was curiosity in her eyes.

“This Mp3 and the stuffs written in here”

“Oh ! not me.”

“Then who ? ” my voice was soaring .

“My husband! this belongs to my husband ”

“Husband ? are you sure ? ”

“Yes ! he’s a writer , and works as a translator sometimes  , He entrusted me this Player before leaving to India for 6 months….and me, the stupid one, dropped this , I don’t know where, while shopping , but thank God miss Angie called me this morning. ”

“Haven’t you read what’s been written here? “…I didn’t know why I was asking her the question.

“Oh! it must be in English , I studied in Nepali school no ! and I don’t know English , Was there something important” , she was asking me instead .

“Didn’t you had any idea what  your husband had been writing?”

“Yes , he told me he was writing a novel , about a young woman and in daily diary format” Now  it rung some bell.

” were not u ever anxious for losing it ? wouldn’t your husband be mad at you? ”

” Of course I was panicked , tried searching for it , when I dint find , I bought a new one , and now only you  are probing me mysteriously , why ? what’s the problem? ”

” nay nothing , I read your husband’s  novel….forgive me , if I was not supposed to read  , here is your Mp3″

” Hmm , Thank you Bhai , now I want you to keep this new one as a souvenir , You are a fine gentleman, none would return it , please keep it ” She tucked it in my palm .

” Gosh!  My children must’be home from school , I really gotta go….thank you Bhai….”

She moved ahead , taking short and swift steps…I watched her going …clutching  the MP3 heavily, wanting to smash it .

” This story of lost-and-found should remain within you and me hai bhai! ” I heard her voice coming from faraway.

There I felt , I was sucked and done for.  This my journey was indeed towards the black hole, towards nothingness.

The End