Leading women with khukuris, with a camera-a ball pen-and a notepad! 


People marching for Gorkhaland!


Fighting for the constitutional demand and shouting slogans like Jai-Gorkha, Jai-Gorkhaland, I have uncapped my pen and flipped the pages of my tiny spiral pad for the first time to report my concerned newspaper about the ground reality of the present gorkhaland agitation.

This is the last fight, they say. But I wonder, rather question you guys, is this really a last fight?

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26th June 2017:  

I grew up hearing stories of 1986’s agitation. I was born few years later. Most of the time people shared the beheading event that was found hung in Dambar Chowk during mornings back in the 86. Today too, in the closed door of a popular cafe in the heart of the town, the seniors talked and I listened, my eyebrows raised, and sipping my hidden emotions with the steaming cup of super-hot coffee he repeated the same story of reducing 6 inches of a man, chopping off the fingers and tormenting people to death, till the undemocratic movement of chiyasi (86) that happened during the reign of the totalitarian-Subash Ghishingh. The story was iterated for the 6th time by different groups of people today.

Stay alert! Everyone said.

Night: 9:00 pm. 

Okay, I should write an article about this.

Then I started writing the first paragraph of this copy. I heard the bell ringing rapidly; I identified the brigade bell. Sensed, someone’s house must be torched again! True. It was khas-development board’s chairman’s house.

Now the pack of dogs bark and it shakes me up, alert. Yet, I think, ‘it’s 11:30 pm, I have to get up early tomorrow and go.’

The Gorkha Jan Mukti Morcha leaders and supporters will be burning the GTA accord tomorrow, perhaps, admits tight security.

Interestingly, it was not only me but most of the people compared the date ’27th’ to the brutal incident which was witnessed in 27th July 1986, as the incident was similar on both of the dates with a month’s difference. In 86, it was burning of Indo-Nepal treaty, and this time, it was inflaming the GTA accord which was signed in 2011 by Roshan Giri which people considered as an interim settlement that would result in the dismissal of the subject Gorkhaland; where in the other hand, other half of the population assumed GTA to be the gateway towards Gorkhaland.

Yet, nobody wanted the history to repeat and prayed for a peaceful 27th.


27th June:

Inaudible ringtone missed many calls already! It 6:30 am, my vision blurred and I passed out snoozing alarms.

It was 8 am when I opened my eyes next!

 Town scene~

10:00 am

The town seemed as usual, law enforcers were doing their work at their office and the protesters were already at the streets-All enthusiastic to burn the GTA accord.

The procession started from Dambar Chowk and headed towards mela-ground.

The mixture of National and GJM flags made the town look colourful like the Independence Day. (Oh! CPRM and GNLF too carried their flags.) Only to darken the clouds with black smokes emitting from the flames of the burning effigy of the chief minister Mamta Banerjee along with the accord.

The crowd then started sloganeering ‘Hail Gorkhas!’ ‘Mamta Banerjee hai hai-GTA bye-bye’

Surprisingly, the agreement was burnt with no security, I saw no law enforcers around, the untold fear of people regarding the date 27th frizzled in the footsteps and they walked back home.

The inferno and the rage, the voices of the Gorkha’s and the dreams of the constitutional right were not limited by the Internet ban, well, nothing is stopping the agitation. Barring internet is in fact bringing more people in the streets every day.

The nari morchas, in the other hand-leading the agitation, are also blanketing the wrath of the men who are in the procession shouting Anti-Bengal slogans, ready to torch or pelt stones at somebody’s house.

All political parties have come together now. The agitation that started with the revolt of language has now taken its leap for the fight of a separate state. The students, young, and old participate in the procession everyday carrying interesting placards-written those inaudible sounds from the depth of their suppressed voices- ‘We want Gorkhaland’ ‘We want Justice’ ‘We want to be separated from Bengal.’

Removing the lens cap to capture the historic episode of today, I wonder ‘if’ this aspiration goes in vain, will people forgive the leaders? What is happening with the discussion of collective leadership? People have been united, perhaps, for the final time. So, let this be the last fight!

So, thousands of people came and participated in the procession. Burnt the accord and the effigy and went home just to repeat their regular schedule the next day.


28th June 2017:

Now the scene in Dambar Chowk has been prominent. People start assembling here, wait for more people to lump together and start their procession around 11:15-11:30 am.Encircle the town via 10th mile, assemble in Dambar Chowk once again, listen/give some speeches of the same context and disperse eventually by 2 pm.

Till then the children who have been taking advantage of their prolonged vacation gather in main-road and team up to play cricket and football.

The elders are eager to know the result of tomorrow’s All Party Meeting.

(29th June becomes a big day for the reporters.)

Excited for tomorrow’s reporting.


29th June 2017:

The exhilaration was faded once the day started, though the town prepared for the all party meeting with a great zeal, the duration of the A.P convention surprised everybody, it took 5 and a half hours approximately.

The outcome of the all party meeting was-THE STRIKE WILL CONTINUE FOR INDEFINITE PERIOD.


That’s it for now,
I was not able to post for quite sometime for the government has barred the internet in the hills. I’d written this post long time back, was waiting for an opportunity to upload this.

Stay tuned for further updates.




Indigenous musicians of North East India, formed in Bangalore



Holy-Cow in Celestial. 


Holy Cow! You guys have a band of your own? Was my first reaction when I heard about them which coincidently had a lot to do with my expression-Holy Cow! Yes, that’s the name of the band.

Meet Jardine Marbaniang-the front man of Holy-Cow, Bunao D.D-the badass drummer, and Albert Keisham-the fanatic bassist, this makes a band of a trio.

Little did they know that they would form a band besides pursuing their respected course here in Bangalore, they believe that the band formed so naturally and subtly that they never actually worked on it. It just happened.

Jardine and Albert started hanging out as classmates; they started playing guitar while they got intoxicated in lagers, slowly their hangouts altered to home jams, still with alcohol. That’s how Bunao comes to the scene.

Bunao and Albert are from Manipur, they have been friends for quite some time now. In one similar home-jamming night Bunao happened to be at Albert’s place. Talking about music, they discovered that they have similar taste and found Bunao’s obsession in drumming- so they started jamming more often.

Here, Jardine, who hails from Shillong had (still has tho!) his deep emotion with Kimberly- that’s his love, his guitar (yes, he actually names his instruments, he has a harmonica whose name is Shilpa, just kidding.. but Kimberly is for real) He started playing guitar when was in school and wrote lyrics since then.

Once they realized their chemistry in music, they started getting more serious, musically.

More jams meant investing more money. Moreover, they were students who were managing time and resources. Buying new guitar-accessories were out of question.

Although they had their own guitars for practices, they needed drums to synchronize the entire melody and drums were available only in the jam room.

Talking to this blogger Jardine expresses in retrospection that even during their insolvencies they would force one-another to contribute ‘100 rupees each’ to book a jam room in celestial.

I have been with them in many of their jams. Bunao used to start rolling his drums-Albert and Jardine immediately used to rock their guitars and I would be there sitting, tapping my feet, slightly head-banging. Till then I would get a thought of ‘grabbing an extra guitar’ and start playing along with them.

Each drinking nights had become a reason to talk about music or vice versa. Rather every jam was followed by cases of RUM.

Jardine, with time, taught them songs which he composed in the past. Meanwhile, celestial-the music instrument shop which also has a jam room became their hangout spot where people could trace them most of the evenings. (Jam room, Celestial Music Store, Kammanhalli: 300/hour, they have every possible instrument, try there.)

Apart from offering their time selflessly in music, there were moments when they had to sit and study entire nights for their exam. Bunao would be working somewhere else- designing graphics? and they would meet every weekend, play Greenday and pearl jam, improving to talking heads-psycho killer (they play psycho killer till today.)

In one of the similar sessions, they told me a strange thing about Albert; that he started playing guitar only after joining college. I reconfirmed. Yes, he now is an amazing bassist. Believe it or not, he was a tabla player and a hip-hop dancer before. Till today Albert says that he never had a dream of being a bassist or a guitarist, he had no intention, it just happened!

Gradually, after home jams they played in college for some functions and then started playing in other colleges, slowly entering pubs.

Indigo-Live, Le Rock, and Take5 have been their best shots in performance.

A few months ago the trio performed in ‘Pedal Attack’ and ‘Yaol Fest’ in Manipur where Jardine became a meme in facebook after breaking his guitar string. This band always has many interesting stories to share. Each gig=two new badass stories. No, don’t take it to your level of thinking, they are not those rock n roll, drugs, and sex type of musicians or I still don’t know the reason why didn’t they reveal those-TWO incidents. 😀

Often times I’d seen Albert-too drunk to play! Jardine, too furious looking at Albert not being able to play, those times Bunao would smile, clattering his drums softly.

It was always interesting for me to know and understand Holy-Cow. Somehow or the other, this very band has been able to encourage me to do better in music and in life.

So, let me draw the line here, Holy-Cow with a Punk-Rock genre rocked the city of metals for years, now they are rocking North East India! Follow them, watch them, and listen to them. Support such talents.

That’s it for now.
Thanks for reading. 🙂


Midnight WhatsApp conversation.

Chapter 4: (Novel work re-starts yet again!)


The feature was sent, the headache for the night was lightened. Still, I had few pending research about Gurkhas and their participation in the freedom moment, which requires ample of concentration.

Beep* message from Varun Chettri.

Beep* message from Anil Daju

Beep* message from Varun Chettri.

Shut up and let me work, I said to my beeping phone.
I was working for a feature, why are the Gurkha freedom fighters not in the history textbooks today. The research, information, and retrospection were swiftly going on.

Beep* message from Varun Chettri

It read like…

Varun: Hey, miss arrogant, what are you up to?

Done with your supper?

Hey? Could I ask you something?

The last message made me catch my breath. What was he going to ask?
Boys of these days could possibly ask if I was dating someone. I just felt like overlooking the entire texts and replying the latter part but that’s too attention giving type so I replied to all the messages in an algorithm.

Varun: Well, um… do you have a boyfriend?

Why did he ask me that? Isn’t it hasty enough to have this conversation? I told myself.

Me: That’s out of your concern Varun, concentrate on your work. Journalists are a set of busy people who have less time for affairs. Goodnight


Varun: Hey? Wait!   

Varun: Yeah, I apologize but I just wanted to mention that you are beautiful. 

 Me: thanks.

I am very skilled in altering the flirty conversation to a decent conclusion, I was told by an acquaintance once.

Varun: so much of attitude, how do you manage to talk to people with this attitude Miss Journalist?

Me: Varun, do you think it’s essential to know all the pros and cons of Varinka?

Varun: since we are working together, Yes!

Me: whatever.

Varun: are you single?

Me: no I’m plural.

Varun: please be serious.

Me: I don’t have time for relationship. 

Varun: do you think I’m nagging you?

Me: I’m working on a very important topic Varun so stop acting silly. If you don’t have work please go to bed.

Varun: you sure?

Me: yes.

Suddenly the messages stopped beeping. I waited for another ten minutes before I wrote to him. I was worried.

Me: hey Varun, I guess you took the situation seriously, I’m sorry for being rude; I was pressurized with the deadline of my work, please understand. Goodnight!

I rehearsed with my phone for some couple of minutes and sent the message after restraining for few moments. He still didn’t seem to check the notification, then I sent another message.

Me: please don’t be upset Varun; see you tomorrow.

(Stay tuned for other chapters) 🙂

Advice for people in LDR this valentine from this pro author

Hi, when you’re in love, everything around you feels beautiful, isn’t it? The weather, heat/cold, whatever! You tend to feel good even when you fall sick just because you know there is someone who cares for you irrespective of the distance.

Valentine’s Day always sounds special, least to me, I don’t know why. I was in hate for years. Still, this day made me feel special about myself. Like how free I was to smile at a good-looking guy wandering alone in town…probably he was single? Hmmm. Then my thoughts would wrestle, ‘No idiot, he is coming back after dropping his girlfriend home’

Oh! Okay… 😀

Let’s leave my story aside! Okay?  [DM me for more details 😉 ]

I’ve sorted few things like what you guys in Long-distance-relationship can really do.

Call him/Skype/facetime/imo or emo or whatever!

So you’d been single for quite some time and this seem to be your first valentine after years of wars with yourself?  You deserve to feel special, but he/she is not around? Awwww! Do one thing, call him/her and talk to each other the entire day.


But dear lovers, what’s the point if you fight for all 364 days and pretend to love just for one damned day?

Write an essay about him, girls!

Like how you girls (I am no exception, just acting smart because I am the damned author of this post, LOL!) write an essay instead of the caption on your friend’s birthday in Instagram or facebook. Sometimes write about him and mail him. If you could write and send letters in old school style, that would be so romantic, trust me.



Guys, write what you love the most about her.

Okay guys, no need to write an essay about her unless you are fond of writing. Girls love those long specific descriptions, though! It’s okay, try and tell her how much you adore when she drunk-talks or how good she looks without makeup or something like that. Make it sound unusually romantic.

Write a cute poem for your partner. 

Yasss! I can do that. Oh, it’s suddenly like writing tips for myself here, haha!

Yeah, write a cute love poem for your significant other, you don’t have to be a poet for that, just make it short and romantically cute. Or make a video, narrate your poem and send via WhatsApp, how hard is that?

Surprise them with bouquets or special deliveries….like food!

How could I miss this, you can always opt for special deliveries unless your better half stays in Kalimpong-My bad! 😀


Okay so, fuck the miles, fuck it!

Love each other without borders. Yeah, love has no boundaries so why ruin your day thinking about the distance? Do little things that would make each others day.

Happy Valentine’s Day to everyone in Love or hate, may you be special for now and for forever.
Keep Loving, keep reading, and keep following caffeine and copies. (like and share) 🙂

Love, Varinka Turquoise.

Deal with your break-up!

Traveling from southern part of India to north-east, again to south and back home. Blogging in this rigorous schedule almost became a myth of my life. A promised musical-blog up to come but before that let’s have a bit of fun prior to valentines day. Let me remind you of those exes who promised to betroth you past many 14th February. To those souls who said, ‘I can’t live without you.’  Ask one question this time, ‘Are you dead yet?’

Okay, jokes apart let me get serious on this business.

After repetitive episodes of love and un-love, he came back to the peace of your life eh?



So what now? Keep him? Or overlook his existence and carry on with your life? Well, that would definitely be the most complicated task if you feel you still love him.


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Okay, give him a chance and make sure he puts all of his effort to make things right. But if you feel he is wasting your time, un-love him and move on. Cheers*





But like my case, if you re-meet exes of an ex, i.e your ex before your recent ex, what would you do?
Give him a chance to emotionally crumble you down once again?
Okay ‘good-luck.’


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You might have the tendency to look at the messages which he wrote to you when he was in love with you, why don’t you just format your phone? Remove the pictures you’ve taken together? And replace your folders with selfies with your best friends.



Best people!


Dogs? Women’s best friend, do you have one? Yes!
Why do you even worry about the lack of companionship? You have your dog with you, just know that your pets are better than your exes.




Shop for yourself, shoes? Yes, like your head might be fucked but your shoes should be admirable enough to carry on. Just get those damned shoes




And you might pause in a name while scrolling down your contacts in your phone. Delete the number without any hesitation.


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Press that damned delete button! 

Happy living


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Ta da! That’s it for now.
See you real soon.

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Thanks for reading!

Forehead tinged with vermilion.


Random picture from google, thank you.

I don’t wrestle with the hue of colors signifying many things but I always wanted to be dressed in RED in my wedding. Any girl wants to look good while accepting a man as a spouse for the remaining duration of life. So did I.

Beauticians and hairdressers were called to deck me up, manicure, pedicure and facials were done. Hair adorably adjusted and I like a mannequin added with fineries was gaping at the reflection on the mirror against me. I was nervously acquainted with a confused timeliness of oxygen and carbonic acid; I was inhaling from the aperture between my jaws and upper lips and exhaling from my olfactory organ.

Everyone was waiting for the barat or the groom’s team to arrive and when a loud sudden music was heard in a dozen of vehicles I turned unconscious, like I inhaled a kerchief damped in chloroform.

Before I was decked up, I was thinking about the step I chose, will I be happy with him? I questioned myself, I dint know how to move on when I still loved Varun. I often thought what Varun’s version would be about the wreckage of our relationship. I wondered if he still loved me, wondered if he knows about my engagement with a random man.

Times I thought about him, my heart used to get heavy, and when I thought about him, I also used to think about how aloof he left me and that’s how I used to feel that I should move on rather than thinking about a betrayer.

I opened my eye in an ATM booth, lying horizontally in a red sari, I was confused, unable to understand when and what had actually happened. I suddenly heard the sounds of a gun, firing in all possible directions. There were around 14 masqueraded mobs outside and I was already in a state of panic anxiety attack.

I was crying helplessly, expecting someone to rescue me.

But at home, the rituals were ready and the bride was being called to complete the knot tying ritual but no one there thought that the bride’s state of affair was like encountering the wrath of a mob.

‘She is inside the booth’ said a voice from the mob.

The masqueraded man carrying a gun dialed a number from his mobile and set it in his speaker. He slowly approached towards me.

He pushed the jammed door in an effort to open it and as he pushed it inside the voice from the receiver turned audible, ‘Hello?’

Hello! What next?
She is inside the ATM, crying helplessly.

I couldn’t figure whom he was talking to but the unidentified speaker just spewed, ‘kill her!’

No, No, No, what have I done? Why do you want to kill me? I said

The masqueraded man fixed his gun, ready to pull his trigger. I was still pleading for my life.

Listen, wait! What do you want? Why do you want to kill me? Tell me? I’ll give you double of the money. But tell me, please! I begged.

Suddenly the jammed door was violently pushed.

Varun? I exclaimed.

He ran and jumped on top of me.

Boom* he took my bullet which hit behind his heart, he bled…

Sirens blew and the mobs were gone, it was a three minutes-episode and Varun was lying dead in my arms, when I was decked as a bride.

Cops flooded in the ATM booth and started with the investigation….

To be continued…
stay tuned!

Varinka Turquoise.


5 things every migrant will experience in Bangalore.


Bangalore. (representative picture)

So you’ve shifted your base to Bangalore and looking for a job? And you still have some time in your hand to see the real city but you are new here? Let me help you!

Layman say that this city is bit expensive as compared to any other, it is indeed true but there’s a lot to explore and experience in this place from shopping to weather. Believe it or not, you can sustain here even if you are unable to meet your financial obligations coz aloo-bondas you get here is so cheap-just 2 rupees. 😉

1. First thing a migrant does here is, get himself/herself a job around Manyata Tech Park.

Because this very tech park embrace many leading companies starting from Microsoft, Concentrix, IBM, Nokia Networks, Philips, Atlas Copco, to AXA Business Services, etc, etc, etc. (the list is still endless)
And it’s a cool place to work.
BPO’s? okay?


Manyata Tech Park. (File photo)

2. Want to meet old friends who are already settled in Bangalore? – They will no doubt call you to MG Road.

As famous as the great India Gate in Delhi- Brigade or MG Road is the location which everyone has visited once in their lifetime. Hanging-out there with old friends will definitely leave a hole in your pocket though. Do not go during your insolvencies. But yeah, Taste of Tibet will take the Northeasterns to the core of nostalgia coz of the steaming bowl of thukpas (noodles) and momos.
Oh! So you have enough cash? You can rock your night in Le Rock or club in fusion.


M.G Road (File photo)

3. Once you start earning, you’ll visit Commercial Street every once in a while for a fine thorough shopping.

Allen Solly or Wrangler, you get to see such outlets everywhere. But those pretty trinkets in the narrow lane of Commercial Street, darn! You’d want to own them all.
Guys, you’ll end up shopping for your girlfriend or sisters.


Shopping in commercial street is fun, really!

4. Bakeries

No, not that type of bakeries you see in your hometown which has so much to do with beautiful sitting arrangements. Here, if you want to drink tea, find a place, sit, drink, get up, dust your pants! But you’ll see lots of employees dropping by, just to drink a glass of tea and one gold-flake-lights. (smoking is injurious to health.)


5. Couldn’t survive in the scorching heat of Chennai? Heya! Bangalore is 22-28 degrees.

So you made a right choice by shifting your base to Bangalore. I sleep without fan (AC is out of question.)

The thing that you can’t resist is Bangalore’s weather. It’s so cool that sometimes you get a thought to go to Delhi just to dry your cloths. At some instance, it takes 2-3 days for your cloths to dry crisply :p


This is peace. 🙂

So come, stay in Bangalore!

I hope you liked this post. Don’t forget to hit a ‘like’ on this blog.
Thank you.

Varinka Turquoise.

Dear Dad.

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I was so small that your thumb was the only thing I could grasp,
Your hand was so big for my little palm to fit in.
and your piggyback was the most amazing thing in the world.

I didn’t want to grow up and worry about being employed one day,
neither did I want to turn into an adult.
I just wanted to be that silly inquisitive kid and follow your footstep.

Dear dad, many years have passed, soon I will get married and go away.
How I wish I could still dance in that cute yellow frock
that you’d gifted me on my 10th birthday.

How I wish Ma to still come to school and take me home,
and you to wait for me outside home,
so that you could carry me and take inside.

I remember how you hassled to make lunch when Ma was away,
and each time I opened my lunch box in school,
I would find sweet bread and unevenly spread jam.

Dad, you are still very special, still a hero.
Although my palms are grown bigger
know that it’s just a sign to hold you forever.

(This poem is a tribute to the real hero of our life.)

© Nisha Varinka Chettri



Love hurts!


Representative picture. 


It was a sultry Monday afternoon Varun had just parked his motorcycle besides Varinka’s two-wheeler. He always used to park his ride beside Varinka’s. As soon as he removed his helmet he saw a lady dressed in black saree coming towards him. It was Varinka. She was his best friend.  He liked her, but never expressed his feelings. She was looking prettier than pretty. She always looked great in saree. She looked stunningly beautiful that day. He gave her a faint smile, which she ignored and walked towards her ride, and left the parking lot in a jiffy. Varun winced, aghast at her actions.  His phone rang; it was his manager for he was late for a meeting.

After the meeting, Varun dialed Varinka’s number but her phone was switched off. So he left her a message on WhatApp. An hour later he received a message from Varinka, which read that she wasn’t feeling well and wanted to spend some time alone. Varinka could ignore the world, but she never ignored Varun. They had a fight last night, Varun out of anger asked Varinka to stay away from him. This hurt Varinka. She was the beat of his heart, the sunshine of his life. He tried his best to get her back.

He couldn’t sleep that night. The next morning he decided to wait for her at the parking area. As he was waiting for her, a sweet known voice called his name.. It was Anita.. Anita once ruled Varun’s heart. They both were seeing each other after 6 years.. His heart skipped a beat and before he could even utter a word she hugged him. He was in the arms of the girl he once loved.. Anita once dated Varun’s classmate and later went to becomes Varun’s heart, his everything.. She left for Bangalore for her graduation and got into a relationship with a guy she first met on Facebook…They weren’t in contact ever since..

Varinka arrived at the spot and parked her ride at a far distance..  Varun was kinda lost and he didn’t notice Varinka. Varinka once again vanished from the spot in no time.. Varinka now occupied Varun’s heart and mind.. He thought it was Varinka who had hugged him.. “Varinka i love you” he uttered.. “It’s me Anita” said amused Anita, it took few seconds for Varun to come back to reality, he pushed her away and asked her to leave. Anita had ignored him for the last 6 years

Anita had a breakup with her bf just few days back and she knew she possessed a special place in Varun’s heart. She now wanted to be with Varun. She didn’t know about Varinka. Varun hated Anita as much as he loved her. But Varinka had taken over Anita’s place in his heart. Varun took his cell phone out and called up Varinka. Varinka answered this time and told him to stop calling or texting her or else she would change her number. There were tears in Varun’s eyes. Anita wiped it off with her handkerchief. A heartbroken Varun asked Anita to leave.

Both Anita and Varun left the spot.

6 months later…

Diwali was around the corner. Varun got busy with work. Varinka on the other hand got a new job in Kathmandu and was supposed to join work after Diwali. Varun came to know about this from Varinka’s sister. There is nothing like the gut-wrenching pain of knowing that your best friend in the world has to leave the town and go away to another one. He was happy for her at the same time sad for himself. They weren’t in touch since the last six months. Varun had deactivated all his social networking profiles.

Varinka now had a new phone number. Anita on the other hand had opened a clinic in Kalimpong. She was now again in constant touch with Varun and knew everything about Varinka. Anita came to know about Varinka’s job and she promised Varun she would help him get back Varinka before Diwali. Anita loved Varun but she never expressed herself and chose to help Varun instead. The last six months had been really tough for Varun. He had lost interest in work. His health deteriorated. He’d forgotten to smile. Anita tried being his pillar of support and love but failed. Anita knew she’d lost her place in his heart and promised herself to help him get back Varinka.

It was St. Josephs Convent’s Alumni Day. As it was the school’s 100th year, a grand program was organized for the alumnus and both Anita and Varinka were invited. They both hailed from the same school but hardly knew each other. Both attended the program. It was here that Anita met Varinka and recognized her at the first glance. Varinka knew about Anita, Varun never hid anything from her. Anita greeted Varinka. Varinka too recognized Anita and gave her a faint smile. Without wasting a minute Anita initiated a conversation. Initially they talked about school and their jobs. The conversation became friendly. The waiter offered them a drink each. “Vari” said Anita. Only Varun used to call her by that name. Varinka knew what was coming ahead and acted as if she didn’t hear anything. She then made excuses of being late and tried to skip the topic. Anita a bit tipsy by then held Varinka’s hand and told her of what Varun had been going through for the past six months. She even showed her his picture. A guy with a great physique now looked frail; his ever glowing smile had faded away. He hardly shaved. Varinka cried deep inside. But she pretended as if she didn’t care. “Look Anita we have better things to talk about”, said Varinka. “But why are you doing this to him?” asked Anita. “He was the one who wanted me to stay away and now I’m moving to Kathmandu and most probably I’ll not be coming back again.” said Varinka now with tears in her eyes.

Varinka had been diagnosed with cancer. No one knew about it, not even her family members. This was the reason why she’d been ignoring Varun as she too had fallen for him. Waiter offered another drink. “He’s dying every day, Please don’t do this to him” pleaded Anita. “I just have six more months”, Varinka said in a sad low tone. “Six more months? for what?” “I have blood cancer and it’s in its third stage. I ain’t got a job. I’m going away from everybody, from Varun- my love.” Varinka started weeping. An astonished Anita could feel goose bumps on her arms. “What? Since when? How? Are you serious? Does Varun know about it?” “Nobody knows about it and promise me you aren’t going to tell about this to anyone…….


Note: My dearest friend tried scribbling a story of my most adored characters, Varun and Varinka. And majority of my other readers don’t want the two V’s to be estranged, I’ll either ask him to complete the story or anyone of you can give a conclusion. Thanks. 🙂