Lovable Knots cannot be seperated...

WRONG NUMBER

It was the day of my son's XII results and I was so tensed. I sat
beside him while he logged on the website with his registration no.
"Ma", he screamed in excitement," I scored 1191, with centum in 4
subjects. I cant believe it. "I kinda became numb in my excitement.
My eyes became wet. I kissed him on his ! forehead and smiled.

Soon we realized that he stood first in the state. Oh, my joy knew no
bounds when Reporters and media persons soon swamped my house for
interviews and photos. I was so honored to join him in the snaps.

I wanted to call my "wrong-number-friend to tell him the news......
I was so excited. He was someone whom I have known for more than 20 years.

I still do not remember when we became friends, but certainly cannot
forget the first day he called me when I blasted him for giving me so
many wrong calls.....after that he had called up a week later asking
apology, for he had now got the right no of his friend whom he wanted
to talk to .We spoke for an hour that day...even without knowing each
other's names.Though he kept pestering me to reveal my name I never did
and so he kept a name...Sweety. I used to get so shy whenever he called
me 'Sweety'. I was doing first year of BSc. Maths then, and he was a
Computer Engineering student.

From then he used to call me very often . We almost discussed everything..

By the final year of my college, we probably we were in love, but I had
been cautious. I was in a dilemma whether to tell him. But what if he
was of a different religion? Do I have the courage to talk to my parents
about it?........all these questions ran through my mind.

I decided I'll not talk to him thereafter. When he called next time I
lied to him I that I was going to Delhi for my post graduation. He gave
me his office number and asked me to ring him up once I reach there.
I never called .......

A couple of months later my marriage got fixed with a guy of my
parent's choice. I was not happy but I did not complain; rather accepted it as
an obedient daughter. At times I felt I missed my wrong- number-friend.......

My hubby was a moody person; I have hardly spent any good time with
him- but he was genuine indeed and never bothered my personal space.
After 2 years we had a boy...Yet,I was not very happy with my married
life...One day I happened to browse through my diary and found I still &
my old friend's office phone no that he had given me. I dialed it and
spoke with him. He said he was married and got a kid too. I was happy
for him though in the bottom of the heart I felt bad that I could not
marry him.

From then I used to occasionally call him on that number. I never gave
him mine as I felt that would put me in trouble...
And till today I almost shared everything with him including my
relationship with my hubby.....today I was so happy and I wanted to call him.

Just then I got a call. "Your husband met with an accident and died on
the spot"I banged the phone down. I broke. I did not call my friend.....
I somehow started feeling guilty. I have never tried to talk to him properly
when he was alive or moved close with him....I felt I had been a bad wife........

A couple of years passed and one day my son brought home a Bengali girl
and said they wanted to get married. I got them married as I did not
want my son to go through what I did.

I decided to give my son his father's room and started clearing it.
There was a phone book. I gently opened it to find, " Wrong no Sweety
-26579785"

God always puts the right numbers together. Its we who interpret it
wrong!!!

Dear ArabianDoll, Is it really a true story ... ? But really nice dear ... How sad when one doesn't know the truth about happiness and how to make things happy on our way ... We shld not wait for time to express our Love to one who we love ... and I that GOD knows to whom he shld knot each one ... Thanks for sharing it here AD ... Regards, Suni ...

Dear suni;
Well,actually i stole this from one magazine and felt like sharing at IL.even i thought this as a true incident, iam not sure with it but anyway it reflects reality.

Dear Arabian Doll, Thank you for sharing it here ... But I really liked it very much ... ... Thanks once again ... Regards, Suni ...