14th February
Valentine’s Day, Aizawl.
The two steaming cups of hot cappuccino remained still on the round coffee table, revealing no signs of movement from its original position, a subtle hint that the two people sitting face to face across the coffee table were here for reasons other than drinking hot beverages.
It was a cold cold winter’s day in the city of Aizawl, the kind of weather that would force even the most hot-tempered shrew to revert to mere facial gestures during the heat of an argument. But inside the warm comfort of “David’s Kitchen”, the atmosphere was far from bitter and cold. Couples all around the restaurant were in each other’s arms, listening to the track of “Faithfully” by Journey while whispering sweet nothings to each other. Yup, couples were indeed cozy everywhere… everywhere but that round coffee table where the cappuccinos were untouched.
“You’re kidding right?” John’s wounded stare penetrated deep inside Nancy’s dark eyes. Although he knew she was telling him the truth, he thought maybe, if he probed hard enough into her eyes, things would change, and that somewhere deep inside her head, something was making her play a prank on him. A cruel prank.
“No John… it’s true. I’m so sorry…” Nancy’s trembling voice was undoubtedly convincing.
“First you kept me waiting for hours. Our date was for 11am. Now it’s 1 freaking PM. And now you tell me THIS…” John could speak no longer.
“Believe me John, everyday I tried to tell you, but you have no idea how difficult it is for me to…”
John exploded. “You mean after all these years… after all that we’ve been through…” Overcame by a sudden overflowing emotion of utmost betrayal, John abruptly stood up, spilling the two hot cappuccinos all over the coffee table. Other couples around them stopped cuddling and stared at them.
“John…” Nancy pleaded, but John was no longer listening to a single word coming out of her mouth…
As John got up from his chair in full fury, everything around him closed in. He felt intoxicated. suffocated. sick. betrayed. giddy. cheated. He had to get some air, pronto. He wasn’t even sure how he managed to walk outside; he didn’t care. It was only when the cold Aizawl wind hit him sharply on the face that he realized he was no longer inside “David’s Kitchen”.
“Taxi” he screamed out. As he furiously jumped inside the first taxi that stopped by, he heard somebody call out his name from behind. It was a meek voice. He recognized that voice too damn well; he didn’t turn back. “Chanmari West”, he yelled.
As Nancy stood all alone infront of “David’s Kitchen” watching the white taxi disappear around a curve at Chanmari, tears uncontrollably rolled down her cheeks. She froze. Two passersby noticed her plight immediately and inquired with the utmost concern if there was anything wrong. She forced herself to smile at them; something that required all her strength to do so, dried her eyes quickly and started walking in the opposite direction towards Zarkawt.
For the next two weeks, John was devastated. He couldn’t sleep. He couldn’t eat. He even lost faith in God for a few days, ridiculously blaming Him for everything.
Nancy had been the only girl he ever loved. They had been classmates right from Kindergarten all the way through College! They knew each other inside out completely and had been inseparable even when other young boys of their age group were fighting with the girls to show their repulsion for the opposite sex.
Even when adolescence kicked in, John and Nancy were like two prime numbers: undividable. Hence their respective parents were not surprised at all when they revealed to them that they were madly and deeply in love with each other. That was during their High School.
From then onwards, John and Nancy grew even closer and closer. Inspite of all the years of companionship, neither John nor Nancy could sleep without spending a few hours together during the day. Soon, both families started making the wedding plans, much to the two lovers’ delight.
And now, Nancy confessed to John, on Valentine’s Day, a few months before their wedding day, that she met somebody else, and had been seeing him behind his back for more than 3 months now. To add fuel to the fire, Nancy even mentioned that she might be pregnant with her secret lover’s child!
John was beyond remorse initially. He could not talk to anybody coherently. But slowly, time became a great healer. He started socializing again, with help from close friends and family. He heard from his cousins that Nancy had left the City that following week, probably with her lover, and was rumored to have shifted to Kolasib, the adjoining district.
He still had occasional nightmares for a few more weeks. He hated anything that reminded him of Nancy. Hence he hated everything. But slowly, the wounds healed. The scars remained but he found ways to conceal them.
A year later, he met Donna. She was nothing compared to Nancy, but atleast he started smiling again. As Donna became more and more involved in his personal life, John started believing in love again. Donna understood what John went through and even though she knew she would never take Nancy’s place, she could fill some of the void Nancy left behind.
3 years of romancing later, John and Donna got married.
John and Donna lived happily from then onwards. They had four wonderful children, all bubbly and cheerful. John was contented with life and it’s blessings. But on extremely rare occasions, he still used to wonder how life would have been like if it was with Nancy instead of Donna. He had absolutely no idea how Nancy is doing, for he made no attempt to contact her.
It had been more than 40 years later, after his retirement and all his children were married off, that he happened to clean up his messy old cupboard. From the bottom of the randomly cleaned pile of old documents and files, he dug out his old faded photo album!
With wrinkled fingers, he turned the pages carefully. Every photograph in it were of him and Nancy, right from when they were kids climbing his father’s cherished jackfruit tree to the time they graduated from School and College together. Oh he looked so stupid in those old-fashioned pants and shirts, while Nancy seemed to look as fresh and beautiful as ever. He suddenly felt this tremendous urge to cry.
After an hour of spending a very emotional time alone, he decided that he should atleast see her one last time. He wanted to see who the guy was that stole his soul mate away from him. He wanted to shake the hands of her children. He wanted to spend time with Nancy again, just like old times! Atleast they owe each other that, he muttered.
2 days later, he arrived at Kolasib. It didn’t take time for him to locate Nancy’s house, for he found out that she had a relative at Kolasib, a cousin.
Taking a long hard deep breath, he knocked on her door.
A young lad of around 18 opened the door. John looked at him and wondered if he was Nancy’s son.
“Yes?”
“Hi. I am a dear old friend of…” The dear old friend part came out of his mouth with such an ease that it even surprised him… “of Nancy. Is she around?”
“Huh? Maaaa, there’s an old gentleman here looking for Aunty Nancy.”
An old woman came to the door, ushering John to step inside. After John introduced himself, the woman exclaimed, “I knew you would come one day. Nancy told me about everything…”
The word “everything” still felt like a spear jabbed through John’s heart, even after all these years!
“Sit down please… John.”
As John sat down, Nancy’s cousin continued… “I’m afraid Nancy is no more…”
John suddenly felt an excruciating pain deep within him, as if he was struck by lightning a hundred times. He asked immediately, “When? How?”
“It was a long time ago. More than 40 years ago. She felt sick…”
“What sickness? And what happened to her child…”
“John, before Nancy breathed her last, she made me promise one thing, that if you do come visiting her one day, I must never tell you anything else, other than the fact that she died. I’m sorry John…”
John sat alone for a long time, not believing what he just heard. He cried again, lost in time, memories of him and Nancy running around the hills filled his senile head…
“Can I atleast go through some of her old stuff? Please please? I’m sure she has a lot of things I will remember…”
Nancy’s cousin could feel the desperation in John’s voice, and knowing it would do them no harm, she led John inside her bedroom. Under her bed, she kept a small trunk. Inside it were Nancy’s belongings. John started crying again, as he remembered many of the dresses in that trunk. On the side of the trunk was a small box covered with a plastic cover. He gently uncovered the box.
Inside the small box, undisturbed by moisture and age, were photographs of him and his dear Nancy! They were not as faded as the ones he had at home because of the airtight wrapper. There was also a small bundle of letters, letters that he wrote to Nancy all through his life until that fateful day she ran away with somebody else. He cried and cried again.
And then he noticed a small crumpled paper at the side of the trunk. Something seemed to make him pick it up. As he softly opened the paper, his hands started trembling… his knees gave away and he collapsed to the ground. Everything around him started shaking and spinning… his blood pressure rose alarmingly. And then everything became so clear to John… so lucidly clear… as if it had just been the previous day when he was sitting with Nancy at “David’s Kitchen”….
There never was a child involved. There never even was another guy in the picture! The piece of crumpled paper was a diagnosis report from Aizawl Civil Hospital, stating that Nancy was dying of blood cancer… and a doctor noted that there was nothing they could do save her… the date and time on the small appointment sheet was 14 Febraury 11am… That was the reason why Nancy was late that day…
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February 14th, 2007 at 1:11 am
sniff!!sniff!!..Happy Valentines everyone..sandman tys,u r makin me cry
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February 14th, 2007 at 1:35 am
thank you Lovingangel… I thought some people might find this post a bit dark or negative for Valentine’s Day… but then, Valentine’s Day is about love, and what greater love can be expressed than the selfless sacrificial love displayed by Nancy…
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February 14th, 2007 at 1:49 am
rin aiin , San man hi lo ‘Senti’ ruk hi le, or just a passing thing….. ngaihnom khop mai… but kinda sad/too real for someone like me for some part of the story (but hey FYI am still in my 20′s) ….
(*** dont hate me for this but y did u write ”undividable” ? )
i feel a tune coming……….. country road take me home to the place i belong …………
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February 14th, 2007 at 2:08 am
they could not be divided
(“inseperable” kha ka hmang tawh sia, I didnt wanna be monotonous.. hehehe)
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February 14th, 2007 at 7:35 am
Sandman, I just love the story, despite the fact your tried to make it a modern one by mentioning David’s Kitchen, white taxis and all that. The “forty years later” is in the future, isn’t it?
Anyway, the plot is good. Made me remember my first love, who married another man. The parting hurt so much for a 17-year old teenager (that was my age when she broke off with me). More than thirty years on, she is still on my mind at times. So I know just how John felt when he went to Kolasib to see his love once again.
Thanks again for the story.
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February 14th, 2007 at 8:49 am
Yup, I know how this feels too dmt.
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February 14th, 2007 at 8:55 am
wow!!! nice Mr. Sandman… i didn’t read the story though…
…i know from just the look that it is great…. keep it coming…more stories… i like them…
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February 14th, 2007 at 9:11 am
great! moving!
but i’m not quite sure if there’s an apple tree in aizawl!
this pulls down the authenticity a bit.
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February 14th, 2007 at 10:32 am
I agree with ‘seasonal wind’ about the apple tree bit
but i must admit, even though this was a tried and tested plot (sorry lil bro, not v original), you did manage to squeeze a tear or two outta me!
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February 14th, 2007 at 12:20 pm
ngaihnom tops sandyy
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February 14th, 2007 at 12:24 pm
*sighhhhh* dat’s a bootiful story, Sandy.
“First you kept me waiting for hours. Our date was for 11am. Now it’s 1 freaking am….”
- A van nghak rei ve o! From 11am till 1AM!! hehe…
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February 14th, 2007 at 1:11 pm
Mr. dmt, welcome!
Sandy…ka trap
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February 14th, 2007 at 1:13 pm
hehehe thanx anonymous. Corrected now
I realized the 40 years gap might be a bit too far fetched since I mentioned D-Kitchen etc, but I need to mention something that the readers can relate to in real life… hehehe…
apple tree… hmmm… I thot there was!
sorry… 
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February 14th, 2007 at 1:23 pm
Your fiction reminds me of a Goanese guy who used to write in a very similar vein many light years ago in a mag called The Teenager. I forget his name but we loved his short stories and eventually he published a collection of them. Maybe you could do that someday too.
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February 14th, 2007 at 1:25 pm
yeah maybe.. but the problem is… I can’t write short! Ka ziah tui tak tak tawh hi chuan ka ziak thui thei lutuk… Hei pawh hi duh ai in a thui mah mah a
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February 14th, 2007 at 1:28 pm
Sandman, why don’t use my name instead of John
Office ka thleng chiah. Ka senior te an val upa hlawm ltk. Nang ang vel hlir 
Ka hlau. misual.com pawh ka la browse ngam vak lo 
Ka la chhiar ang.
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February 14th, 2007 at 1:37 pm
No problem, this is actually a little too short to really qualify as a short story. Give yourself enough space to let your characters develop a little more distinctiveness, throw in more authentic local colour and hey presto, you’re done.
Awl hmel asin
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February 14th, 2007 at 2:18 pm
good try, but v should know the author’s ain’t erich segal or sidneysheldon!
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February 14th, 2007 at 2:22 pm
yea any…not segal or sheldon (may his soul rest in peace) but our own Sandman and v love him
it is not a must to be blessed with a name ending with segal or sheldon to be a great writer…no doubt they both are and were watever great…
butz lets all be happy today…
peace
God bless
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February 14th, 2007 at 2:44 pm
yes v all lau him
Nice story Sandman, ka mittui tlem a tling
btw, i daily weather report hmanni a mi Rs. 25/- a an zawrh kha han soifiah teh..
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February 14th, 2007 at 2:47 pm
great story…u r a better story teller than I thought
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February 14th, 2007 at 3:30 pm
hehehe Lapin, kha kha chu maw… bazaar a chawhmeh zuar ho in thingfanghma chi khat, sei zet zut, hi “zoramthanga” an tia a hmingah, chu chu cheng 25 in an hralh ka rawn tihna a nih kha
A hminga an phuah na chhan chiah chu ka hre chiang lo, Pu Zoramthangan a rawn ching chhuah tih vel a ni in ka hria…
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February 14th, 2007 at 3:38 pm
lolzzzz
a pic lo post teh plizzzzzzz
rawtuai a nih te ka lo ring vel:)
ty ty
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February 14th, 2007 at 3:41 pm
awwww. kan ei tawh a sin…
inrinni bazaar leh hunah ka lei leh a nga, a pic ka rawn post ngei ngei ang.
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February 14th, 2007 at 6:29 pm
Valentine ni a tan ka khek vel a…ka chhiar zo chiah e…short story pakhat min ti hre chhuak…a hmeichhia cancer-a a lo thih daih a…A nu leh pa thlan a an kal tur a zui na kha… Tha khupzz mai chhiar anuam a…ziak zel ang che aw…Happy valentine to you all…
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February 14th, 2007 at 10:39 pm
Hi Sandy, this reminds me of my experience. Ka lunglen a tizual…….
……when i came home for summer vocation, the first thing i heard from her broke my heart and later she’s married to her new found lover. Even after 5 years on the scar is still there and the wound is as fresh as ever.
Vawiin ni ang a ka lunglen turzia chu hrethiam mai em!!!
I must confess that i’m still longing for her.
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February 15th, 2007 at 12:42 am
happy valentines day
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February 15th, 2007 at 2:18 am
tunge maw i nih le? I va thiam ve!!!
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February 15th, 2007 at 8:44 am
I am the Sandman, sender of your sweet dreams…
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February 15th, 2007 at 5:04 pm
wow!! nice one so sad n touching…. u cud do more sandman,keep it up!!
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February 15th, 2007 at 5:09 pm
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February 17th, 2007 at 1:14 am
who are u sandman?
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February 17th, 2007 at 1:57 am
He thonthu hi ka chhiar toh reng sandman……..but little bit different though …..tiang khop a hmangaihna ropui….ka lo ti asin…..
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February 17th, 2007 at 2:01 am
There was once this guy very much in love with his girl. This romantic
guy folded 1,000 pieces of paper cranes as a gift to his girl.
Although, at that time he was just a small fry in his company, his
future didn’t seem too bright, they were very happy together. Until one
day, his girl told him she was going to Paris and will never come back.
She also told him that she cannot visualize any future for the both of
them, so they went their own ways there and then…
Heartbroken, the guy agreed. But when he regained his confidence, he
worked hard day and night, slogging his body and mind just to make
something out of himself.
Finally with all the hard work and the help of friends, this guy had
set up his own company .. You never fail until you stop trying. One
rainy
day, while this guy was driving, he saw an elderly couple sharing an
umbrella in the rain walking to some destination. Even with the
umbrella,
they were still drenched. It didn’t take him long to realize they were
his girl’s parents.
With a heart in getting back at them, he drove slowly beside the
couple, wanting them to spot him in his luxury sedan. He wanted them to
know
that he wasn’t the same any more; he had his own company, car, condo,
etc. He made it! What he saw next confused him, the couple was walking
towards a cemetery, and so he got out of his car and followed…and he
saw his girl, a photograph of her smiling sweetly as ever at him from
her tombstone and he saw his paper cranes right beside her…
Her parents saw him. He asked them why this had happened. They
explained, she did not leave for France at all. She was ill with
cancer. She
had believed that he will make it someday, but she did not want to be
his
obstacle… therefore she had chosen to leave him. Just because someone
doesn’t love you the way you want them to, doesn’t mean they don’t love
you with all they have. She had wanted her parents to put his paper
cranes beside her, because, if the day comes when fate brings him to
her
again…he can take some of those back with him…
Once you have loved, you will always love. For what’s in your mind may
escape but what’s in your heart will remain forever. The guy just
wept…The worst way to miss someone is to be sitting right beside her
knowing you can’t have her, see her or be with her ever
again………hope
you understand.
Find time to realize that there is one person who means so much to you,
for you might wake up one morning losing that person who you thought
meant nothing to you.
In ang fu lo moooo…..plot chuuuuuu……….
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February 20th, 2007 at 7:20 pm
I got to read this only today.
Sandman, I hope you are not writing my future. Thank you so so much for the story. God bless you.
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February 20th, 2007 at 9:43 pm
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February 21st, 2007 at 11:03 am
Wow.. so touching, seems so real.. the love of Nancy i’d loved to called it true love.. doutbful about John’s love though..
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