Kapitel 5: ‘The name’
I spent that day somehow while eagerly waiting for the night to reach. She called me around ten p.m. I picked the phone as soon as it started ringing and said,” Hello”.
“Hi," she replied.
“How are you?” I asked.
“I am good," she said. She was a total stranger to me, but still, there were no queer feelings of such kind. It was like I knew that girl for a long time, and those were our routine questions.
“I guess you have a few questions in your mind which you would like to ask," she said.
“Yes there are, and the first one is about your name. Why are you not telling me your name? It is quite a basic question that two persons ask each other when they start their conversation. Why is it so hard for you to tell me your name?” I asked.
“It is not hard for me to tell my name; it is impossible," she replied.
“Impossible? Why is that so?” I asked astonishingly.
“Because I don’t have any name,” she replied. That was a surprising answer. How could someone have no name? Although I knew she was merely kidding with me yet, she felt grave to me.
“How is this possible? Everyone has a name," I asked.
“No, not me, I don’t have any”, she replied.
“But why is it so?” I asked her hurriedly as I inferred that she was simply trying to be playful, but she was not. She continued speaking in the same tone.
“Because I want you to give me a name," she said. Now, what did that mean? Why she wanted me to give her a name? Didn’t her parents give one to her?
“I don’t understand," I answered vaguely.
“You want a girl in your life with whom you want to share your heart. Just imagine you are having such a girl, what you want her name to be?” she asked. Now that question was going to take pretty much time of mine to make me reach a perfect answer. I never gave any thought to such a thing. I was quite sure I wanted a girl in my life, but I was not sure what her name should be. I mean, I don’t think any guy does a study on such a thing. Every guy has desires of certain traits which his girl should have, but I don’t think he much cares about her name; I was one of those guys too. I started imagining some random forenames of females, and to my surprise, I couldn’t call a single name for a few minutes even when I had the opportunity to say anyone’s, but I didn’t.
“So no name is coming in your mind that can spark your heart," she asked as if she was reading my thoughts.
“No," I replied in defeat.
“The moment I gave you that question, you started working on the names. Don’t you have any idea that a name has no meaning until it connects to us in some way? Just imagine there is a girl with a beautiful name, but you don’t know that girl, and there is a girl in your life with some common name, but you are very much in love with her, whose name would tickle you? Whose name would make you skip your heartbeat? Whose name would you want to call or hear every time? Of that random girl with a beautiful name you don’t know about or your girl with a common name?” she asked, but it was not merely a question as she knew that I knew the answer, and so did she.
“But why you want me to give you a name?” I asked as that question was still there.
“You will find the answer to this question in some time," she replied, and the discussion came to an end.
She then started asking me questions regarding my family, my college and college life, my friends, and I had asked nothing in return. She was exploring my life, and I was letting her do that. I was introducing myself and every part of my life to her but without considering the result. I didn't know where that was leading me or where I had to stop. I wanted to share anything and everything about myself with her in a single breath. Neither I wanted to stop, nor did she try to do so. She was also seemed curious to know the whole me. She asked me what exactly I wanted to do in my life as a career. It was like she knew that I didn’t want to pursue that engineering field, but my dad wanted me to be an engineer, so I was rather shattering my dreams to fulfill his, but I needed not to give any hint to make her understand about that. She was listening to those words through my mind in some telepathic way that I was unable to utter through my mouth. At that moment I realized, she was going to be more than just a ‘wrong number’ for me.
We had had no idea about the hours passed while talking to each other. Neither did she say anything about the late-night, nor did I remind her about that.
“You want to sleep?” she asked as if she was playing a mind-reading game again.
“No," I replied without even asking if she wanted to sleep or not, as I didn’t want her to. I wanted to add some more hours to that night.
“Have you ever lived in your imaginary world?” she asked. I used to dawdle around in the virtual world of mine before going to sleep, and occasionally in the daytime as well. In that world, I always had some unique magical powers that could help me to create or destroy anything, but I never used those to exterminate something. I accustomed those powers to spread kindness or to find my love. That was a silly imagination that I never did or could share with anyone, but I did with her. I felt grateful that she didn’t laugh at me after listening to me and my fancied world. She listened to everything in an earnest way that I couldn’t expect from any stranger.
We talked until I saw the first shade of light of the early morning through the window of my room. By that time, we both started feeling exhausted and were ready to go to sleep. After wishing Goodnight to each other, she sent me a text which kept me awake for another two hours.
“What if this whole conversation was just your imagination? What if you were in a dream, and this whole thing happening is just one of your visions? What if I were not real?”
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