Email Drafts mein Pyaar
Gmail. Drafts folder. 47 unsent emails. Sab — ek hi address par. ria.sharma@gmail.com. Draft 1 — Date: 14 Feb 2020 Subject: Happy Valentine's Day Body: "Hi Ria, yeh weird lagega par—" [draft ends here] Draft 7 — Date: 3 Apr 2020 Subject: Lockdown mein tujhe miss kar raha hoon Body: "Ria, office band hai, ghar par hoon, aur pata hai kya realize hua? Ki main office isliye jaata tha kyunki tujhe dekh sakta tha. Ab office nahi toh — tujhe kaise dekhun? Video call karun? Par reason kya dun? 'Boss ne nahi kaha par main tujhe dekhna chahta hoon?' Sounds creepy. Delete karta hoon." [draft ends] Draft 15 — Date: 19 Aug 2020 Subject: Tere birthday par Body: "Happy Birthday Ria! Yeh email tujhe nahi jayega — jaise pichle 14 nahi gaye. Par aaj tere liye ek cake order kiya — anonymously. Chocolate truffle. Tujhe pasand hai — tune ek baar canteen mein bola tha. Tujhe yaad nahi hoga. Mujhe hamesha yaad rahega." Draft 23 — Date: 1 Jan 2021 Subject: New Year Resolution Body: "Ria, is saal ka resolution: tujhe yeh emails bhejunga. Pakka. 100%. No excuses. Starting from... February. January mein time nahi hai." Draft 31 — Date: 14 Feb 2021 Subject: (no subject) Body: "Ek saal ho gaya. 30 drafts ho gaye. Main kitna bada kaayar hoon." Draft 40 — Date: 15 Sep 2021 Subject: Tujhe pata hai? Body: "Ria, aaj office mein tu mere paas aayi — printer fix karne. Teri ungliyan paper jam mein phansi thi aur tune kaha — 'Yaar Nikhil, tu tech mein hai na? Fix kar na.' Maine fix kiya. Paper jam — 2 minute mein. Par haath kaanp rahe the. Kyunki teri ungliyan — woh printer se zyada meri zindagi jam kar rahi hain. Yeh bhi nahi bhejunga." Draft 47 — Date: 14 Feb 2022 Subject: Ab bhej raha hoon — sach mein Body: "Ria, Mere Gmail drafts mein 46 unsent emails hain. Sab tere liye. Sab mein wohi baat hai jo main kabhi bol nahi paaya. Aaj bhej raha hoon — sab ke sab. 46 drafts + yeh wala = 47. Forward. Send. Agar yeh padhke tu hassi — it's okay. Agar yeh padhke tu uncomfortable hui — I'm sorry, main delete kar dunga. Agar yeh padhke tu kuch feel karti hai — toh coffee? Office ke neeche wale cafe mein? Kal? Tumhara draft-wala aashiq, Nikhil" [SENT — 14 Feb 2022, 11:59 PM] Reply — 15 Feb 2022, 8:03 AM: "Nikhil. 47 DRAFTS?! Tu pagal hai. Aur haan — coffee. Aaj. Abhi. Neeche aa." Neeche gaya. Woh khadi thi. Phone mein mere 46 drafts padh rahi thi. Aankhein bheegi. "Chocolate truffle cake?" usne pucha. "Woh TU tha?" "Main tha." "Kaayar." "Haan." "Par ab nahi." "Ab nahi." Coffee — pehli date. 47 drafts ki wajah se.