The Three Deadly Months at Tokyo
So, the next destination was Singapore, as I reached Singapore, I bought my Skype credits and called her. She was unwell and was missing me like hell. And as you all know so was I. And after a few hours at Singapore, I left for Tokyo. Tokyo, as I reached was astonishing, my first visit to Japan, was made special by her, there was an excitement to crash into the hotel room and talk to her over Skype. But alas ! The plugs wont work here, they operate on 2 pin, flat system plugs, and we in India mostly operate on 3 pin cylindrical plugs.
I just pulled in and engineering stunt, bought a couple of batteries, and charged my phone manually using the (of course with a lot of wiring). Called her, talked to her for hours, and slept when batteries gave up.
I then shifted into my new apartments the next day. Then started the exchange of emails and skype conversations. We couldn't live away from each other. We re-baptized each other with funny names, I would call her "Shonu" and she would call me "Shona".
(By the way, her earlier boyfriend Mister Bangali, also referred to her as Sonu).
She would just message me to call and I would leave work and talk to her. I told her all my passwords to let her discover my past, and assure herself that I was not lying to her. Some confessions happened, after she read my mails, I told her the truth that I shifted to Mumbai because of her.
Her desire tempted her to ask me the same question again and again, "What was the best thing you experienced that morning when we were so close..? Did you feel the extreme love in the air at that moment, did yuor sense reply at besy to you..? etc.."
She would mail her friends the pictures of us together, and ask them if we looked good together. She would search on Google about couples in which the lady is older to the lad. We had a few conflicts, mostly based on the age difference which was 3 years. I would try and convince her of the same thing, and she would be convinced. She would break off with me at night; my nights would go crazy, as crazy as once I landed at a police station at Tokyo. Next morning she would again call me, would miss me, call me by names like "Chicku, Shona, Babu.. ".
All this was so soothing to the ears. We narrated our psychological, physical and emotional desires to each other. My commitment paid off with my three and a half hours sleep daily. I would sleep in Indian times, when she was asleep, and would work in Tokyo times. Then started the series of gifts. I just couldn't resist, and in turn I would be scolded for the way I sent that to her. She would take promises from me, that when I am back in India and before marriage we would only go to the extent of intimacy as reached on Thursday, no matter how hard she may press.
She once told me in her birthday, that the teddy which she had was awfully small, and she couldn't even hold her and sleep. So I decided to find the biggest teddy available in Mumbai, and got it shipped to her office. Bloddy guys, priced me 10K rupees for it, when it got delivered, she was furious on me as to why I got it delivered to her office. I thought girls like receiving gifts at the office, where they can show off how rich their boy friend is. LOL.
Anyways, every night back from work, I would visit this nice Italian women store, Atre, where I would buy or plan to buy all what she had narrated. She told me she was crazy for hand bags, I got plenty for her. This trip back to Japan, I re-visited Atre once and every shop flashed like a shock of shivering statue. I have emotions glued to every piece of art I bought for her. I ravaged the whole Tokyo, to find the best matching things she would describe over Skype. And then she would say.. " Amar, you have a really good choice !" Yes baby, the choice is really good, if wanted to endorse it.
There were times she would frighten me with her whims, that her marriage is going to be fixed, and I should at once press my parents to hasten things. She would frighten me by throwing me away off the facebook, and many such things. I was alone, was soaked in fear and anxiety but couldn't help it. I would just cry in solitude.
There were days, she would urge me to come to Mumbai and hug her tightly, I couldn't and the day her funny brother left Mumbai, she cried over Skype. I at once decided to visit Mumbai. I fought with my employer, worked over time, proved my efficiency to work from India, and got my India bookings confirmed.
The date was decided 10th of January 2012. She urged that when I visit India, she would stay with me, and I couldn't deny that.