Love does not have a definition , neither it has a limitation nor a fixed pattern. Love is like a roller coaster . It will take one self to heights , again it will take oneself to lows. Yet it has a beauty of it's own.
Amrit was falling for the beauty of Love. He was in the highs of his feelings.
Amrit was in his living room . It was eight in the evening. Amrit was looking at his phone. He was waiting for someone to reply.
Soon the phone did a low sound. Amrit looked at his phone and excitedly took the phone up.
Amrit lit the phone and saw that there was a message from Kalash. Amrit excitedly viewed the message.
"What are you doing ? " was the question asked by Kalash.
Amrit smiled .
He was enjoying his conversation with this new man whom he knew only for a few hours now. It was seeming as if he knew that man for a long time.
Amrit replied without wasting much time.
"I am in my house now , sitting on the couch and relaxing from the days long work. " said Amrit.
Kalash smiled reading the reply and asked " Am I disturbing you in your leisure time ? "
Amrit smiled and replied " No , you are rather making my leisure time even more beautiful .."
A smile instantly generated on the corner of Kalash's lips.
Kalash replied " You would not believe that how ecstatic I am. "
Amrit smiled and asked " I am ecstatic too hearing that.."
Kalash chuckled in his mind.
"Well , you did not tell me , what you are doing..? " asked Amrit.
Kalash replied " Apart from chatting with a beautiful man whom I met in the morning today...I am making a cup of tea for myself.."
"What !!! The great Kalash Roychowdhary is making his own tea by himself....why ??" asked Amrit a little shocked.
"Well , our maid is pregnant. So I gave her paid holidays for her last few months of her pregnancy..." said Kalash on the message.
Amrit smiled and said " Well , I must say , Kalash , you are a man having a golden heart..."
Kalash smiled from the other side of the phone and said " Well , before being my maid , she is a human being and moreover she is going to be a mother , so she deserves this much respect from us , men"
Amrit smiled and said " Well, men like you are very rare who cares so much for the people around. I must salute the upbringing of your mother. She must be a woman of substance. "
Kalash smiled proudly. The mention of this beautiful woman always makes him happy and proud. He loved that woman more than anything else. The woman , who was independent , who had raised her children right....not just being right enough to earn their livelihood, but right enough to be a good human being. In the race of raising the children and making them capable to earn their food , many parents forget to raise their children up into a good human being.
But Kalash's mother did not forget to make her children a good human being first and then the rest of the thing.
Kalash smiled and said " Yah , she is a woman of substance. And I know you will like her when you will meet her.."
Amrit smiled in his mind when he understood Kalash's subtle indication of introducing him to her mother.