FIRST SIGH LOVE

A Short Story
It was a cool evening of March. ‘Festival of colours’ was to be celebrated after two-three days. I was in UK chatroom on yahoo messenger window dragging mouse point over the names. A White window appeared below the mouse point-Hai, Female, 40, Vn.
“May I Chat with you.” I clicked over the name.
“Sure! Asl Pls.”
“M / 45 / India, and urs pls.”
“What do you do?”
“ Graphic Designer and you pls.”
“Name pls.?
Water. How I address you?
“Married or single.”
“How I address you? I repeated.
“I will tell you later? Married or single.”
Single and what about you?
“Why you didn’t have got married.”
“I will you tell you latter.”
“Why latter.”
I kept silence.
“Are you in service.”
“Freelancer. And wht about your social status pls.?”
“India is a colourful country. Various religions, languages are there. What is your religion and language?” She changed the topic.
“I am atheist. Anyway; me belonging to Hindu community and Hindi is my native language. Do you know about India?
“Not very much. I know some points only. India is great friend of Vietnam and vary Indian are living and working here. Once I was on route of Russia for training then I rested for some hours on airport. Very hot! Do you know know about yoga?”
“It is a traditional excerise of India.”
“Yes I know; Here a lot of peoples are learning yoga.”
Do you want to know about India.” I repeated.
“Yes! My pleasure. Where you are residing in India.”
“In a town nearby the capital. Where you are residing?’
“Can you describe about your state?”
“Now?’
“Yes!”
“May I add you in my Friends list. In one meeting we can not share every thing.” I requested.
“No pls.”
“In coming days we will celebrate ‘Holi’ – Called ‘Festival of Colours.’ Do you want to know about this festival? It is a great festival of my country and community.”
“Knowledge has no limit. Anyway, What kinds of this festival?”
“This day people play with colours on roads, streets and homes. Childern play with water colours. Older with dry colours. Poorer with mud and stupid with blood.
“Mud with blood. I am smiling on you words. What a beautiful phase you used.”
Thanks! May I add you in f-list.”
“What kinds of your hobbies?”
“ Reading books, seeing movies, listening music, and your pls.”
“You don’t like traveling?.”
“Like.” I was boring to her chatting style. She was only questioning to me not telling about her.
“Have you any picture. I want to see you.”
I attached a picture and sent her unwillingly.
“Very cute. Handsome, serious, Why you are not smiling in picture.” She responed after a while.
“Have you any picture.” I ignored her question.
“Sorry I am tired. Let me off now. Bye.”
She signed out. I stared on flickery screen and thought; what kind of amazing lady this was! And Signed out after some minutes

******
Nextday I received a offline message and request to be adding me in her Friends list. “Let me introduce to myself. I am over 39 old, working as an office manger for a private company running by 100% foreign capital. Our business is employee training, supplying maids/ housekeepers/ nannies/ cooks for foreigners who lives and working here. My boss is from Newzeland. Hanoi is a city where I am living. It is a capital of Vietnam. I am simple, easy approach, and sense woman. I mean emotional, not easy to open with everyone. But I am independent and like romatic. Other personel more I will tell you later. Called me HAI.”

I replied her messege. “Me water. 45 years old. Graphic designer. Working as a freelancer. I have been working for export Industry, designing and supplying printing material. Residing in India, My state is knowan as a hub of wheat and rice. My town is locating on G.T. Road. It is first national highway of India. It is a historical city, known as doorway of India, has place in history for three great wars. Presently it is a export oriented city and well known over map of my country and world. Rest of, I will tell you later.”

Also I clicked over the accept button and finished to adding me in her friends list, thanked her.

*****
Comining week I did not meet with Hai, due to festival and weekend. And did not received any massage.

One day, once again I was looking for friend to timepas. As it is my habit, before leaving the office I checked my messenger window, to know someone is online or not. I have some International friends but those days I was chatting normally with a guy from Britain, Samson! Last days he had slipped at home and was getting bed rest. He was not online and I entered in singapoor room and started dragging mouse point over the names. Hai appreared, and called me for chatting.
“Hi.”
“Hello. how are you.”
“Not fine. How you are.”
“Normal. What happened with you?”
“I don’t know, What is going with me. May I know about you?”
“Yes. You can.” I surprised.
“ you are a male?”
“Have you any doubt.” I laughed over her question.
“45 years old?”
“Yes.”
“Single?”
“Of course.”
“Why you haven’t got marriage?”
“This is a lengthy story, and I can not explain here. Would you like share mail ID with me.”
“I am a stupid!” And she signed out suddenly. I thought may be any problem occurred in her comuper or server system. Waited for her some minutes and singned out. It seems to me she is being very sensitive about me. At time to returned home I thought about her.

*****
Next day Hai sent me a message: “Pls. don’t laugh on me. I fall in love with you. Today I was thinking you born on this earth for me but I don’t know why you got birth there. If you were here I will try my best to reach you and crying in your arms. I want you hold me in your arms and love with me. May be you think I am flirting with you. Not at all. I am saying true. Your face is deep in my head. And your love is making me mad. After meeting with you I could not sleep well and work in routine. Forget to making make me up, taking food on time. Every time I am missing you and thinking about you.may be you think I am a stupid. I don’t bother. I love you Water.”

I read her message again and again and waited her some minutes but she didn’t appeared. Then I replied her message. “I have great respect for your words, which you sent me. I am initial stage of friendship with you and let me suggest you the best for us try to understand each other first.’ I also thought may be she is missing something in her real life and looking on net. If my friendship relaxed her, some extant, it would not be harmful me. A strange kind of feeling come over me and drenched.

I also notice She had placed her picture in window. Earlier there was a leafless tree on the corner of a park. But now there was a slim, beautiful lady, wore bule bubble over bareleg jeans, eye glasses, and black long curling hair are falling on her shoulders. In first sigh she looked me a beautifull lady as a character of any fairy tale.

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“Hello Darling.” I invited her for chatting after seeing she is online.
“I don’t want to be your darling. I want to stop this relation.”
“Have you any problem.”
“Yes! I have lot of problems and questions for you. Why you come in my life? Why you did not get marrage? Are you a ladies hunter. What is truth of your life.?”
“It seems you are in angry mood.?”
“Yes! I am angry to you. You disturbed my whole life. I can not remind any thing. Last day my boss cried on me. Because I querrled with a customer without any reason and He complained against me. Today I forget keys of my bike”
“Oh. Very sad.”
“Where were you today. From morning I am waiting you and cursing you. I am trying to forget you. Why you come online today. If you did not come online I would be able to forget you.”
I was surprising to her behaviour. I concluded she is a very sensitive type of lady. Living alone. After two hours chatting I convienced her to mine honesty and innocency. At least. She imforced me to call her. And she gave me her cell no.
“ I want to listen your voice.!”

Money was a part of problem of my life. I was just started my business and very fixed with every peny . But that time I wanted to care sentiment her, so I did care about my money

I dialed her. Oh my God! I had lost my all commonsense after talking with her. She has very very musicle sound box. I almost mesmerized. When I came back to home, whole night I was thinking about her. I tried to entertainment in various way, to listen music, play game, saw movie, but my all effort waste to divert my mind and mood. Till early dawn, I was feeling headache. I took a pain killer and went in bed and fell asleep.

When I woke I laughed on myself. I saw Hai in my dream. I was chating with her. And she gave me a book and said: It is great epic of my country. After reading this you will learn ‘what love is!’

I did not come online whole day. I stayed at home and got rest, thought about Hai. Her love was first sigh Love and online relations have no confidentiality for me. At evening I came online to change my mood. Meeting with Hai was not part of my intention. I received a message from her. “I am at home and waiting for you.” I can remember that day was Saturday and she was working 6 hours in a day and five and half days in a week. I was aware to her working conditions and never chatted with her on Saturday and Sunday.

“Where were you today.” She picked up me at enterning in messenger window.
I kept a long breath.
“Why you are not replying. If you don’t want love with me. OK. I want chat with you. I want everyday you give me some time for chatting. I am living alone and I have no international friend. You know about online sex. There is a lot of sex and I don’t like.all these, but you seems same as mine.”
“you want first talk or listen.”
“Do you want say something.” I surprised. For what she was waiting for me.
Oh. Sorry. I want listen first.
I told to Hai about dream and how I spent last night after listening her voice.” “Oh.” After a while she typed, “Now I can smile, otherwise I have forgot to care myself. …I shown you picture to my baby, today.”
“Your baby? Have you kids?” I astonished but brushed away the thought.
“Yes! Sorry. I did not tell you. I am a divorcee and have two kids. But my kids are not living with me. They are living with their father and I have only right to meet them at the weekend.”
“Oh. Then what she said.”
“She said : old any ugly?”
“She said!” A idea rushed in my my mind fastly may be she is flirting with me.
“Yes.”
“And you are loving with me.”
“Yes. I said to her. It is my choice and my decision.”
“Now What is your opinion.” I typed after understanding her tone.
“I am very happy… Now I am in heaven…I am your only and wait for you… please belive me. Let me live in a dreamy world with you.”
“May I come in your dream and love with you.” I smiled over her words.
“Yes! I want. You come in my dreams and love with me. Everyday….every night…. every time. I am your only. I will wait for you. I will also try my best to reach you.”

I chatted with her for some minutes, kissed her and signed out. In way of home, my heart was beating fast, a coarse stormed in my mind-how many barriers are in my way to reach there and see her in reality.