“Happy anniversary dear,” Pie says.
“Same to you dear does not seem like we have met 75 years ago. Anyway, let’s rest. We have a big day tomorrow,” Amulaya says.
Next day.
“Click click click click I’m tired. Never imagined that so many people might come,” Amulaya says.
“Well what can I say? Agastya and Kshirin have left their legacy in the history books of India,” Pie says with great pride in his voice.
70 years back
Pie’s story
It was in 1934 that Agastya met Krishni,a young the then parliament member, had his first
Krishni a young prominent TV personality and a social worker who was going to interview him about his entry into politics .The moment he saw Krishni, he knew this is the girl for him . Over a period of month or so Krishni and Agastya became good friends. But few months later Krishni got a promotion and was transferred to Delhi. And that’s when Agastya decided to use me his conveyor. I was sexy, stylish and had a great sense of humor. I also had my special place my velvet box. I was a free bird then but something was lacking in life. I felt lonely at times because I was kept in a closed box, always. I hardly had any friends. I was even hardly needed except for special occasions . I’m Pie, the pen.
Amulaya’s Story.
Why do they complain so much? I have tried explaining them that it’s your fate and we cannot do anything about it. But still they will constantly complain. How I wish I was locked in some drawer where only silence would prevail. I wish! Someday even I would have ink spilled all over me. All I hope is that it won’t be as torturing as they made it out to be. What is it with Agastya? Why is he using so may many papers nowadays? I guess he must be using them to write to Krishni. Love makes people do weird things.. And soon I too will land in Krishni’s hand. Can’t wait for that moment. I’m Amulaya the paper.
The Chance Meeting
“I know I have to be strong I know its going to hurt a little but its fine,” Amulaya, just takes a deep breath and let it go.
“Opps ” screamed out Amulaya.
“Am sorry am so sorry if I hurt you,” Pie apologised.
That’s how Pie the pen, and Amulaya the paper met .
“No no it’s just that you are tickling me,”Amulaya says
“No, I am different and that’s why I am special”, reverted Pie.
Ok great to meet you…
“They call me Pie,”brags Pie
“I am Amulaya,” Amylaya says
“What’s so special about you Pie?”
“I am kinder than others and more awesome than others,” Pie says flirtatiously.
“Ok ok I get it.”
“Tell me about yourself,” Pie asks.
“Well unlike you, I’m quite boring, I usually don’t talk much… oh what’s happening? Why are we being locked? I don’t what to be locked?,”
“I don’t know either but I think, we might have to spend the night with each other.”
“What do you mean?”
“Arrey dumb! Can’t you feel the darkness and the silence? I think Agastya has retired for the day.”
“You mean both of us have to spend night together?” Amulaya sounds irritated.
So we have no other option. Amulaya and Pie spent the night together only to realize that they were quite different in nature other but yet they were are quite similar too. And that one night changed their life’s as they found each other they found their love in each other. However fate played a little twist with Amulaya being sent to Krishhi. They knew that they could never meet each other. It was late 1975 when Agastya and Krishni, the most loved souls of India were separated but not before leaving their legacy behind. As a tribute to their love a museum is built. Which includes love letters, through which Agastya had professed his love and desire to marry Krishni. Thus through one love story emerges another one…both of being for eternity.
