I don’t feel like leaving these words are still knocking my ears but I am in vain to solve the riddle in my head. I don’t feel like leaving were her parting words. I kept numb smilingly with my restless heart and uttered simply, “Stay in touch”. She left and didn’t turn back. What was it, I asked myself?

I went back in time for almost eleven years to my college days when I was infatuated with every season of the year. After having six years of romantic married life and quite busily struggling with my time I never found any time and opportunity to poke my nose unnecessarily into females. I have evolved as a very serious stuff and in the course of discussions I prefer and confine myself to talking about spiritual and self-help ideas.

I can easily recapitulate the feeling when one of our family friend’s girls of my age group tried to tie the knot of love with me but I was not in a position to retaliate her due to my inferior complexes. It is worthwhile to mention that I never enjoyed any relationship in the last thirty-four years in which I have fully expressed my love or affection to the opposite sex.

My wife is a slight exception but she might be having this apprehension. As far as extra-marital affairs are concerned, due to my spiritual priorities my conviction has told me to be a person of very tightly knotted lion is of character and good morals.

I never realized how and when this last romance entered my life. It was about more than a month when I was introduced to a slim girl at my office. I along with my colleague was supposed to guide in her work. In the initial couple of meetings, I just ignored her for the reason of my business and let my colleague guide her. But the circumstances went the other way around. In my sittings with her, she was not more than a student. My humility was able to observe a naughty star in her eye.

Later on during my interaction with her online, I found her quite informal initially but my precise answers created a barricade in our communication. In further meetings, while sitting next to her when there was an accidental snick with her hands I realized that I was the one who felt awkward. I found that she was somewhere checking and enjoying my modesty.

At the closing of the office, I found her no problem inclination moving back home with me. Initially, I avoided and let her go all alone but later on a couple of times, I dropped her. One cloudy morning I waited for her for about 20 minutes at the spot but she was not able to make it out due to snowy roads. My ego guided me to move on to the very 21st minute. She called me up formally and begged her pardon. I supported her in many aspects out of the way. I really want to know how she took all that.

When all this happened I did not conceive any thoughts but this is the time when I am jotting down the minutest details. For me, the good part is that I have a feel of the character played by Mr.Bachchan in Nishabad. In the kind of society we live this all is tongue-tied. I know anything more on any side would had killed that romance in the air but Is that romantic wave really a sin…?