Tuesday, 22 June 2021

You Came Like Autumn - A Short Story (Part 4)


Samar and Nivedita come across each other an at old age home after four decades. Although there are many unanswered questions spanning between them, their hearts still beat for each other. Read on to know what happens next. 


Life does not give us a lot of chances. If we are lucky to get a second or a third chance, we should grab it without overthinking. Samar ruminated as he walked towards the bench facing the lake. The evening breeze was soothing.

He did not know if Nivedita would meet him but he was satisfied that he could send her the note. He wanted to make life easier and peaceful for both Nivedita and him.

As he waited on the bench looking at the sundown, he remembered the time when Nivedita and he met for the first time outside the college.

It was the time of Durga Puja. While pandal hopping with her friends, Nivedita’s right sandal tore down, making her incapable of walking. The scorching street was too rough for her gentle feet. Her friends had to leave owing to some family responsibility and Nivedita was left alone.

I was driving my motorcycle when my eyes rested on her. I halted and told her that I can give her a lift.

“If anyone from my society sees us together, we will be badly humiliated.” Nivedita said.

Being a London returned person, I had problems comprehending how seeing us together can be a problem. I was only trying to help her.

“I told Anita to bring me a new pair of sandals from home. She will be here in some time.” Nivedita said after a minute.

“In that case, I would like to wait with you here on the roadside.” I said gently.

As we talked about the festivities and each other’s families, I stole glances at her. She was looking beautiful in a lavender silk saree. This was the first time I saw her in open hair. In college, she always braided her hair or tied it in a bun.

“Nivi, I have been waiting to thank you for a long time.”

“For what?” She sounded surprised.

“I recently read Gitanjali. I am unable to get it out of my system.” I said.

“Are we still on the Shakespeare vs. Tagore thing?” Nivedita laughed.

“No. I am grateful. It is because of your immense love for Tagore that I could not stop myself from exploring his works.”

“Every Bengali loves Tagore, Samar. I didn’t do any favor.”

“Yes. But you worship him. You live by his words. You are different, Nivi.”

I noticed a beautiful smile on Nivedita’s countenance. I couldn’t help quoting these lines from a poem in Gitanjali.

I ask for a moment’s indulgence to sit by thy side. The works that I have in hand I will finish afterwards.

Away from the sight of thy face my heart knows no rest or respite, and my work becomes an endless toil in a shoreless sea of toil.

Nivedita looked into my eyes with wonder. There was something in that moment. For a fleeting few seconds, it seemed she could read my soul and I could read hers. For those few seconds, it felt we have known each other since the beginning of time.

 .to be continued...

Part 5 of the story will be posted soon.

This post is a part of Blogchatter Half Marathon.’ 





  1. Very interesting & well crafted. Waiting for the next part. :)

  2. Love reading it purba...the story is so refreshing

  3. I love how the plot is evolving and the quote from the Geetanjali was the best.


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