It was Vijay's first day at the typing coaching center. He was sitting in his seat reading the manual to learn type. Just then, his gaze went towards the gate of his cabin. A dark girl with beautiful eyes was coming to her cabin.

The girl came and sat on the seat next to him. Corrected the typewriter and typed in. Vijay's mind did not spend to type. He was trying to talk to the girl under any circumstances. He sat down with paper on the typewriter and looked at the girl. The girl's fingers were falling on the typewriter's keyboard as if playing harmonium.

What are you looking at? 'After a while the girl said angrily.

Watching you typing

Today is my first day, so I cannot understand anything. As you were typing, I started to see how your fingers fall on the keyboard. Seeing you typing, I will also learn.

If you keep looking at me in the same way, then this wish of yours will never be fulfilled. '

The girl again started typing. Vijay also started typing by looking at the keyboard. He did not feel like typing. He was feeling restless. Ten minutes later he stuck the typewriter's ribbon.

'The ribbon will be stuck only when the attention is elsewhere ...'

The girl began to fix the ribbon by pulling her typewriter slightly towards herself. Meanwhile the ribbon fell down. When she bent down to lift him, the sardine fell from her neck. Vijay was also bent to pick up the ribbon. Her gaze suddenly went to the girl's energy. He was shocked

'Lo, healed.' The girl said that her consciousness returned. The girl then started typing, but Vijay did not mind typing. He was looking forward to talking to the girl.

'Not liking it?' Suddenly the girl asked him, the calf blossomed.

'Looks like I won't be able to learn.'

The chances are something like this.

Your name? Vijay questioned to increase the talk.

Sarita.

Good name.

But I hate this name.

Why?

If there is a reason, tell me. Saying this, Sarita got up from her seat and walked out of the cabin with her purse hanging on her shoulder. Vijay kept watching her go. After he left, he put it on the typewriter. He felt sad by the typewriter.

And the world has changed

From this day, Vijay started flying in the air. The nights began to roam the terrace. The stars counted and talked to them. Sitting in the moonlight night and writing poems. The summer sun started feeling lukewarm. If the world turned pink then life rose. Sleep vanished from the eyes. He used to walk many kilometers on foot in thoughts.

When he told his friend about this situation, he said, 'Guru you have fallen in love'. He liked to listen to a friend.

The next day Vijay tells Sarita that he has written a poem on you. I want you to read it.

'This is great. Don't know You are my guest How much do you know me? '

Whatever I know, I have written on the same basis.

Sarita started reading her poem.

Sarita,

Water stream

Quench the thirst of people

Irrigating farmers' fields

Many obstacles come in the way

Still meets the ocean

Sagar in his love

Head slaps on Sahil

Evidence of the intensity of their love

On full moon night

Rising tide

If there is a river, there is a sea

Sea will be desert without Sarita

In love with the ocean

Sarita Langti is a mountain, plateau

And man-made barriers

Below the poem he wrote Sagar instead of Vijay. Sarita looked at him and stretched the paper towards Vijay. Vijay said that I want you to type it. It has to be sent for printing. Sarita did not say anything. She started typing by putting the paper in front. Vijay kept watching her. Sarita was also aware that Vijay is watching her, but instead of protesting, she asked, "Are you a poet?"

Trying to be

Poets are fugitives. Sarita said looking at him. Vijay was shocked by his comment.

The poet creates poetry for his pleasure. He thinks of poetry while creating. He then leaves the poem on its condition. When the poem is in crisis, the poet does not stand in favor of the poem.

"How can you say that?"

I think that man's life is also a poem. My life is a poem. I do not like my life. Therefore, I do not like poetry as well.

Oh wow, you are a poet. What you just said is a poem.

Poetry is not a poem, but its anguish.

Which stems from the poet who created my life. ' Saying so, Sarita walked out of the cabin.

How is it? Vijay looked at Sarita's typewriter. It felt like a typewriter engaged in the composition of a song of sorrow.

Fragrance of love

Today, he talked more. Seeing their conversation, Madam, who runs a typing institute, came to him and said that nowadays you are very happy, Sarita. Sarita only smiled in return. Vijay also smiled. So did my love smell it too.

The next day when Sarita came to the institute, she was very well-dressed. Was wearing a new pink suit. Hair style was changed. Vijay liked this changed form of Sarita. He could not suppress his feelings. Said, 'You are looking very beautiful.' In response, when Sarita smiles and throws the Thanksgiving flower towards her, she wishes that she would stand up and dance and shout loudly that she had fallen in love.

Planetary constellations

When a man is disappointed or his conditions are not clear towards the goal, he goes to the shelter of religion and astrologer. The condition of Vijay was also similar. He started liking Sarita, but it was not clear whether Sarita also wanted him.

He was also troubled by his unemployment. The family members were pressing for marriage separately. So one day he went to the astrologer. He keeps asking the astrologer prescriptions to get a job. He thought that even to get love, the tricks of home constellations should be known. For the job, the astrologer sometimes says that your horoscope has Kalsarp Dosh, which hinders your auspicious work.

For its peace, keep peacock feathers in the house and rotate it on your body two or three times daily. On Monday, offer a pair of silver snake to the Shivling. Worship Lord Shree Ganesh daily. The number of employment is obtained only by doing it patiently.

Will make sense. Vijay has tried every prescription he has given so far, but till date no possibility remains. On complaining, he says that Mahadasha of Bhagyesh Venus is going on you. For the enhancement of Venus, wear a five and a half ratty opal in silver on the day of Friday and wear it in the right middle.

Pandit ji is there love in my horoscope or not?

Is it not? The astrologer said while giving a cursory glance at the horoscope.

'Is love the sum of marriage?'

Is, but there are some obstacles. '

What is love in love marriage?

You are undergoing Mahadasha of Venus, which is inauspicious. Even in transit, Saturn is five and a half on your zodiac sign. For Saturn peace, feed dogs a sweet paratha made with mustard oil every Saturday. Only after planet peace can there be a possibility of success in love.

Everything is a fraud. For all these days, you did not get me to do what for a job. Got a job? Nobody is not willing to keep a peon.

A confused Vijay left the astrologer's room. On reaching home, the mother said, 'Your father has liked the girl. His friend has a daughter. She is doing a BA and doing a job.

So what do i do?

Get married

It will not be possible without getting a job.

Then you will remain single for the whole life.

Eating a wife's income is better than staying single. Saying that, Vijay went to his room.

Life is not easy

Sarita did not come to typing school for a week. Vijay kept coming daily and went back home disappointed. On the eighth day, as soon as Sarita arrived, she sat asking that a week had not come?

There are many problems in life. Saying Sarita sat on her seat.

What happened?

My sister who is doing BA went away with a boy. Both are living together without marriage.

Why Did you do this?

He says that if she had not done so, she would not have been married.

meaning?

Economic conditions of our household. Sarita fell silent after saying this.

I don't think your sister has done wrong. Today's younger generation has become rebellious. She is breaking traditions and forging new morals. Over time everything will be alright.

But mother does not understand.

Yes, it is a little difficult for them to understand, but nowadays everything goes. Our society is changing. Living together without marriage is a western tradition, but now it has started happening in our country as well.

Yes, it is better to sit and wait for the prince of dreams than to hold hands with him. Even if it is only four days, life will come out.

Vijay felt that he should say why then you do not go with me. We get married, but he is unable to say.

'You know that one of my sisters is studying in class XII. He is also in love with a boy. They are both ready to marry each other. Next year, we will get married as soon as I turn adult. '

Vijay came to mind to say that it is good. If you find that groom on your own, then you will not have any problem. Anyway, which prince will you give him in a job of five thousand rupees. It is good that they run away with their lovers.

In conversation, one day Sarita told her that her father had died and she had three sisters. He has no brother. He is the eldest among sisters. She works in an office and gets a monthly salary of five thousand rupees. The other place is learning typing to get work.

Vijay remembers a similar incident with a friend. One of his friend's sisters eloped with the lover after marrying his elder sister to the middle-aged. After this, his friend was boiling in anger. Then Vijay had said that stay calm man. Both of them be efficient wherever you are. He did what he did well. Which one would you give him to a prince? After all, life is his.

He has to live, so he should also take the decision. The elder brother of the friend also supported Vijay's talk. But it was said in a slightly philosophical way that this was approved by Honi.

I also think that what a sister did is right. Whatever the other will do is also good. If life is a struggle then do it. A person turned from lover to husband can also cheat. Life can become hell and so does the searched prince of parents. But mother does not agree. She thinks a lot and spoils her health.

It is old fashioned.

'It is too much that she has started telling me that you too run away with someone.

With whom do I leave them in this situation…?

Crying sarita

Vijay did not understand what to say and what to do.

When Sarita understood the situation, she controlled herself and started typing again.

Ten minutes later Sarita woke up and left without speaking. Vijay wished to go after him, but he remained seated and watched him go.

Lightning strikes

Dark clouds were clouded in the sky. Due to this, darkness had fallen in the environment. Lightning flashes and clouds thunder in the sky intermittently. Even in such a season, Vijay was ready to go to typing school. He wanted to meet Sarita. When he got out of the house, the drizzle had started. Nevertheless, he started moving towards typing school with fast steps. It must have been far away that the rain has intensified. The people walking on the street ran away and stood in a shade, but he continued to get soaked in his fun.

On reaching the institute, he came to know that Sarita has not come.

What was the need to come in so much rain? Madam said to Vijay.

You will not understand. I understand everything, but now Sarita will never come here.

Why? how do you know?

'His call came. He said that if you come, I should tell you.

Will she never come? Vijay's voice started coming from a well.

Vijay comes out of typing school. Raining outside

was. As he stepped downward, a loud lightning flashed and a cloud roared.

Vijay walked towards the house wet with no words.

He thought that he would go to Sarita's house. But Madam can give her home address. Thinking it turned back, but by then the typing school was closed.

Reached home soaking. By then, his body began to heat up with fever. He lay on the bed for about fifteen days. When something went right, typing school arrived on the twentieth day. Madam was not found. This sequence lasted for fifteen days. On the sixteenth day she received a madam. On seeing her, she said that you have become very weak?

That day he got sick when he was soaked in rain.

When Vijay asks Madam for the address of Sarita's house, she writes it on a paper and gives Vijay a hand. Vijay started by saying thank you to Madam. He wanted to meet Sarita today.

When he reached Madam's address, there was a lock.

On asking the neighbors, it was found that Sarita used to live here, but has now gone away after selling the house. Even after asking several people, Vijay did not get his new address. Frustrated, he returned home.

This behavior of Sarita shocked her a lot. He could not understand why Sarita did this.

He started writing poems in memory of Sarita.

One day he had a dream and wrote his expressions on paper in the form of a poem ...

Sarita, who came out

From your point of origin

Went fast in the desire of Sagar

The mountain has come to the fore

Changed its route after hitting

The route was long

Was a series of mountains

Plateau and rocky land too

The man also stood with a shovel

Ready to build a dam

To irrigate the field

Want to drink water too

Electricity is also needed

To brighten up the house

To run the factory

Factory waste

He also needs a river to make excuses.

He did not fight with nature

Drifting uninterrupted

Wanted to meet the ocean in the heart.

Love overwhelmed the barriers

She reached Sahil

But man made a dam

Stopped his stream

Factories pour dirt

Rotten his soul

He washes his body with his tears

I wanted to meet Sagar with pureness

Maniacal development

Trampled his soul

She became a dead body

Sagar longs for him.

Slaps his head on Sahil

He died in human development

Ocean sends clouds

To revive him

He knows he is not unfaithful

True is his love

He is imprisoned in human development

It rains the river swells

Shows man his terrible form

Power of love as soon as you meet

She wants to destroy the human creation

Revenge is not his nature

Runs towards the ocean at a fast speed

The ocean welcomes with arms outstretched

She wants to tell her sufferings

But Sagar does not want to know anything

He knows human nature

He too has been brought up by this selfish creature

This poem of Vijay has been printed in the magazine for more than a month, but he has not received any letter or phone from Sarita this time. He hopes that one day Sarita will contact him. Ever since that poem has been published, he is shocked at every bell on the phone. Not only this, the postman is eagerly waiting every day. And when his arrival time is over, he drowns in a sea of ​​gloom.