After So Many Years

By Rajkumar Sharma

Suddenly, I developed a desire to see the bride, but realizing that I had come there for some other purpose, I moved towards the house next to the Chinese restaurant.

The house was built in Goanese style, influenced by the Portuguese style of building houses. It was a very old house. There was a small iron gate. A small beautiful lawn was there in front of the house, between the house and the iron gate. The porch of the house had two strong round cement pillars. The main door was open and a woman was standing at the threshold. She was looking towards the iron gate. She seemed to have noticed me.

After So Many Years
Copyright
Chapter One: After Your Departure
Chapter Two: The After-Effect
Chapter Three: My Quest
Chapter Four: Goa
Chapter Five: Continuing My Quest

• Language: English
• Publisher: Raja Sharma
• Release date: May 29, 2014
• ISBN: 9781310344879

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After So Many Years

Rajkumar Sharma

Copyright

After So Many Years

Rajkumar Sharma

Copyright@2014 Rajkumar Sharma

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Chapter One: After Your Departure

Thinking that the letter was from my old friend, I rushed towards the main door to meet the postman. He handed me a letter. I read the address. There was nothing wrong with the address, but the name on the envelope surprised me. The letter was sent to Miss Sunayana. The other name on the letter was Mr. Mohan Pradhan. I was surprised because neither Sunayana nor Mohan Pradhan lived in our house. Secondly, I had to give ten rupees to the postman, for the letter was without postage stamps. The letter had been sent from Goa.

The postman having left the house, I locked the door from inside and entered my study. I looked at the envelope once again. It was an old envelope, the white color almost yellowish. My curiosity began to increase.

It was against the moral ethics to open the other people’s letters but I forgot my ethics and opened the envelope. The letter was folded into four. It was very old piece of paper. I realized that the letter had been written long time ago. I carefully unfolded the letter. My eyes fell on the envelope once again and I noticed that the stamp of the Goa post office was also not clearly legible.

I began to read the letter:

2/3 Phonda, Goa

1st March, 1988

I am not beginning my letter with ‘dear’ because I am still in uncertainty. I am sure that this letter will come into your hands on the day you reach New Delhi. You may have hardly kept your luggage inside the house when there will be a knock on the door. You will be surprised to get this letter from the postman standing in front of you.

You will have guessed my eagerness just by the fact that having seen you off at the Bombay bus station; I have sat down to write this letter. I can’t wait to write