It was late 1970 in Mumbai.His name was Shourya.He had a PEN PAL friend
called Simran from Punjab. Not like these days, that era used only
postal mails to contact each others. That’s why they call those long
distance friends as “Pen Pals”. Shorya and Simran exchanged mails and
pictures for years. But they never talked even by a Telephone. It’s
because, Telephone was a High Luxury Item for Indians in that era. very limited people had Telephones.
Eventually they fall in love. Shorya was from a middle class family, he hadn’t money to visit Punjab. Simran was a student. Neither, she didn’t earn money yet. But she promised to come to Mumbai one day for visit at Shourya, as soon as possible, when she is able to do so.
Time passed, their love was matured day after day and they were in such a romance. They lived happily with their hopes and dreams of near future. One day Shourya did post a post card that saying…
My dear Simran,
“I’m going to visit RAJMACHI FORT near Lonavala with my friends. I Hope if you were here too, with me. With all my love”.
Your Loving Shourya.
Actually it is not just a visiting place .It is a very famous fort located near two famous hills of Maharashtra, Lonavala and Khanadala. They left for the Trekking in one fine morning. It begins to dark when they arriving the site. After they had supper, started to trekk. They were trekking for hours without a rest. It was almost about to dawn, when they got their first rest. But still dark was around and was a thick mist. So they thought to sit for a while. Everybody sat on somewhere they could find in the dark and Shourya went to call of nature nearby there.
He amazed what he saw there. It was Simran; she was in serene white plain saree .Even he never met Simran live before, he recognized her in a blink of an eye
“My goodness Simran, you are here…Gosh…I was thinking about you all the way…”
“Yes I’m...”
“Why…why didn’t you tell me that you were coming to Mumbai... even I posted a Card that I'm coming here…did you find that? I did it five days before I come here”.
“No I didn’t …So Shourya…I met you at last… my love!!!”
“Simran… you came alone here? Where is the rest of your people? You know? My friends are over there, come…” while speaking he moved to touch her hand….
But…. She disappeared in to the thick dark mist. He looked around…but he couldn’t find her. she vanished without any trace. He could see only dark with the mist. He couldn’t understand what he saw. So he thought, it may be an illusion, because he was thinking about her all day long. Hence he didn’t tell anything to his friends there. But he was pretty sure; she addressed him as “So Shourya…I met you at last… my love!!!”
Shourya arrived home after two days, His mother kept a Telegram in his hand.
Dear Shourya,
“Simran Expired due to terrible car accident. I’m so sorry”
Simran's loving friend, Mannu.
.There is so much to love...so many reasons to laugh...If Shourya and Simran can find their LOve through Postcards...Y CANT U?
Eventually they fall in love. Shorya was from a middle class family, he hadn’t money to visit Punjab. Simran was a student. Neither, she didn’t earn money yet. But she promised to come to Mumbai one day for visit at Shourya, as soon as possible, when she is able to do so.
Time passed, their love was matured day after day and they were in such a romance. They lived happily with their hopes and dreams of near future. One day Shourya did post a post card that saying…
My dear Simran,
“I’m going to visit RAJMACHI FORT near Lonavala with my friends. I Hope if you were here too, with me. With all my love”.
Your Loving Shourya.
Actually it is not just a visiting place .It is a very famous fort located near two famous hills of Maharashtra, Lonavala and Khanadala. They left for the Trekking in one fine morning. It begins to dark when they arriving the site. After they had supper, started to trekk. They were trekking for hours without a rest. It was almost about to dawn, when they got their first rest. But still dark was around and was a thick mist. So they thought to sit for a while. Everybody sat on somewhere they could find in the dark and Shourya went to call of nature nearby there.
He amazed what he saw there. It was Simran; she was in serene white plain saree .Even he never met Simran live before, he recognized her in a blink of an eye
“My goodness Simran, you are here…Gosh…I was thinking about you all the way…”
“Yes I’m...”
“Why…why didn’t you tell me that you were coming to Mumbai... even I posted a Card that I'm coming here…did you find that? I did it five days before I come here”.
“No I didn’t …So Shourya…I met you at last… my love!!!”
“Simran… you came alone here? Where is the rest of your people? You know? My friends are over there, come…” while speaking he moved to touch her hand….
But…. She disappeared in to the thick dark mist. He looked around…but he couldn’t find her. she vanished without any trace. He could see only dark with the mist. He couldn’t understand what he saw. So he thought, it may be an illusion, because he was thinking about her all day long. Hence he didn’t tell anything to his friends there. But he was pretty sure; she addressed him as “So Shourya…I met you at last… my love!!!”
Shourya arrived home after two days, His mother kept a Telegram in his hand.
Dear Shourya,
“Simran Expired due to terrible car accident. I’m so sorry”
Simran's loving friend, Mannu.
.There is so much to love...so many reasons to laugh...If Shourya and Simran can find their LOve through Postcards...Y CANT U?
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