Tuesday, February 28, 2017

My Ex-Fiancée and the Engagement Ring

MY EX-FIANCÉE AND THE ENGAGEMENT RING
A Love Story
By
VIKRAM KARVE 

Circa: December 1980
Port Blair

The weekly mailbag arrived in the afternoon.

There was one letter for me.

The letter was from my fiancée.

I was delighted.

I took the letter – and went into my cabin.

Then – I opened the letter – and I started reading.

Dear Arun,

This is my last letter to you.

I am posting this letter from the airport.

By the time you get this letter – I would have flown far away to a foreign land.

As you know – last month – I had gone to England for a seminar to present a research paper.

There – I met someone – a Lecturer – like me.

He too had come to present a research paper – on the same subject as me.

It was love at first sight – for both of us.

I feel that he will be the right soulmate for me – and – I want to live my life with him.

So – I have decided to go to him – to live with him forever. 

I am very sorry – but I am calling off our engagement.

I wish you the best – and I am sure you will find someone better than me.

One more thing – I am taking your engagement ring with me.

I dont know how to send the ring to you on your ship – and I do not want to give the engagement ring to your parents – or my parents – since – I have not told them about all this.

Everyone thinks I am going abroad for an international conference – even my colleagues – and – once I go there – and I do not come back – they will have to accept the situation.

I believe that the country where I am going is quite liberal – and I will be able to stay there – once I get married to him.

Sorry – once again.

Yours sincerely

Smita 


I was devastated that my fiancée Smita had dumped me – and that too – in such a cold impersonal manner. 

But – in due course – I recovered from the heartbreak – and – I moved on in life.


35 Years Later

Circa: December 2015
Incheon International Airport Seoul

I recognized her at once – it was the same ‘Smita’ who had dumped me.

Our eyes met.

Smita recognized me too.

We smiled at each other.

“What a coincidence – I never expected to run into you over here…” I said.

“I am waiting for a connecting flight to San Francisco…” she said.

“Oh – I am going to Auckland…” I said.

“Auckland…?”

“Tourism – just going on a trip to see New Zealand. And you…?”  

“I am returning from a seminar…”

“Oh – you are still in the ‘teaching business’…?”

“Yes – I went on to complete my Ph.D. – and I am a full-fledged Professor for many years now…”

“That’s great…”

“And you…? Still in the Navy…?”

“No. I retired a few years ago…”

“So nice to meet you – my flight will be boarding soon – so I must go now…” Smita said – and she extended her hand.

I was shocked to see that Smita was still wearing the same Engagement Ring that I had given her 35 years ago.

“Hey – you are still wearing my engagement ring…” I said to her.

“Yes – do you want it back…?” she asked me.

“No. No. That is not why I asked. I was surprised to see my engagement ring on your finger even though you are married to someone else…” I said to her.

“I am not married. I never got married. I am still a spinster…” she said.

“What…? You never got married to that guy you met at the seminar…? The lecturer you had mentioned in your letter – the love at first sight” soulmate who you wanted to live your life with – for whom you dumped me. You never got married to him...?” I asked her.

Well – I dumped you. And – he dumped me. It is a long story – and I don’t want to discuss it…” she said.

“I am sorry…” I said.

“You must take back your engagement ring…” she said, taking off the ring.

“No. You keep it. Don’t you like the ring…?” I said.

“I love this ring. It is an exquisite ring. That is why I always wear it…” she said.

“If you like the ring so much – you keep it – the ring looks good on your finger…” I said to her.

“Thanks. Thanks a lot. Anyway – since you have let me keep your ring – I must tell you that I am still available…” she said, with a mischievous smile.

“Ha Ha – thanks for your offer – but – sadly – I am not available…” I laughed. 

“Are you married…?” she asked me.

“Of course I am very much married – did you think I would remain heartbroken for my entire life…?” I said.

“I didn’t mean it that way…” she said.

“In fact – I came here to pick up a cup of coffee for my wife. Why don’t you come with me and meet my wife…? There is still some time for your flight. We will have a quick cup of coffee. Come – let’s go – my wife will be happy to meet you…” I said.

“Did you tell your wife about me – about how I broke the engagement…?” Smita asked.

“Of course I told her about you – there are no secrets between me and my wife…” I said. 

 “Oh…” she said.

 “Come – let’s go…” I said.

“No. No. I will go for my flight…” she said.

Smita smiled at me – and she quickly walked away.

I walked to the coffee shop to get the cup of coffee for my wife.

“What took you so long to get a cup of coffee…?” my wife asked me, when I returned to her.

“You won’t believe who I met…” I said – and – I told my wife the whole story.

“Your imagination is really running wild nowadays – you are becoming a “Walter Mitty” like character...” my wife said. 

“What...? “Walter Mitty” like character...?

“You keep daydreaming – fantasizing all the time  making up all sorts of stories. And for heaven’s sake – at least – please don’t tell me all these fantasy tales – you can write them in your fiction blog if you want…”

And so – I am writing this true story in my fiction blog. 

Tell me – Dear Reader – do you believe that this is a true story – or – do you think I am a “Walter Mitty”...?

VIKRAM KARVE
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This story is a work of fiction.  Events, Places, Settings and Incidents narrated in the story are a figment of my imagination. The characters do not exist and are purely imaginary. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.

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This is a revised repost of my story SHE DUMPED ME which was written by me Vikram Karve one year ago in the February 2006 and earlier posted on my creative writing blog on Feb 16, 2016 at urlhttp://karvediat.blogspot.in/2016/02/she-dumped-me.html
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