Life was passing by sometimes playing PUBG, sometimes scrolling through Facebook and admiring beautiful girls.
Actually, I had been quite romantic since the day I was born. From childhood, I had always been a person who respected women very much. And because I respected women so much, I even gave my school teacher the prestigious status of being my “girlfriend.”
At my age now, there was even more to say about it. Whenever I saw a beautiful girl, I would immediately tell my friends, “There goes your sister-in-law!”
But no matter what I said, I had never actually managed to fall in love with any girl. I didn't even have the courage to talk to girls.
At that time, I was completely addicted to Facebook. Facebook had become one of my closest friends.
How much could Lord Ram have loved Sita? I probably loved my mobile phone even more than that. I carried my phone everywhere—when I woke up, when I walked, when I slept, and even when I went to the toilet. My mobile phone was always my companion.
Just the other day, I had been watching YouTube videos for almost half an hour when suddenly a message from my friend arrived.
The message said:
“Hey, where are you?”
I suddenly came to my senses.
I was actually sitting in the toilet!
I hadn't even realized how quickly the time had passed.
I had many friends on Facebook. Whenever I saw a beautiful girl appearing under “People You May Know,” I would immediately send her a Friend Request.
I sometimes thought, “That clever Zuckerberg! When he created Facebook, why didn't he add options like Wife Request, Marriage Request, or Girlfriend Request?”
While sending Friend Requests like this, one day a girl from my past—let's call her “Jaanu” (now someone I could probably throw a stone at )—also appeared under “People You May Know.”
Without looking around or thinking twice, I clicked directly on her profile picture.
Who could Urvashi or Menaka be compared to? In front of her, even those heavenly beauties looked ordinary.
The moment I saw her profile picture, a song started playing in my mind:
“Are you really this beautiful, or is it just the magic of the camera? My mind has become Rajesh Hamal!”
Even though I looked nothing like Jeevan Acharya—or Rajesh Hamal, for that matter—I imagined myself as Rajesh Hamal.
I used to greet girls in Rajesh Hamal style:
“Hey!”
But instead of replying, most of them would show me their father's “Bey”!
Anyway, that “Jaanu” eventually accepted my Friend Request after two days.
The moment she pressed Accept, a guitar started playing in my heart.
Oops! Correction—the guitar actually started playing on my phone.
My notification sound was a guitar sound, after all.
But inside my heart, it felt like an entire Panche Baja wedding orchestra was playing!
Gathering all my courage, I finally sent her a message.
After some time, she replied.
I thought to myself:
“She's this beautiful. Her boyfriend must be extremely handsome too.”
After all, doesn't every beautiful girl have a boyfriend?
You might say, “In today's world, it's difficult to find a girl who doesn't have a boyfriend.”
But according to what she told me, this girl was actually single.
She didn't come online very often. I would
constantly wait, wondering when she would come online and when that little green dot would appear beside her name.
I usually got to see her online only in the evenings.
Whenever she came online, our conversation would go something like this:
Me: Hi
She: ...........
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And that was how my attempts to talk to her continued.
She would reply with simple little responses like:
“Um.”
“He he.”
“Me too.”
“C u.”
Sometimes I would send her a message that looked like an entire Mahabharata, and she would reply with just one emoji.
But that didn't stop me. I continued sending her messages.
After some time, it seemed like she had started showing some interest in me too.
Her replies started arriving within seconds.
I began to feel as if she came online only for me.
I even started imagining that she observed fasts for me and visited temples just for me.
My heart would fill with happiness whenever she replied.
I was completely intoxicated by her.
I would fall asleep looking at her photos, imagining her in my arms, and somehow my pillow became her substitute when I woke up in the morning.
Our friendship was becoming stronger and stronger.
What could possibly be stronger than us? Even Jagadamba Cement would have struggled to compete!
During my school life, I used to fail Nepali. I never liked reading or writing Nepali. But whenever I saw her, gazals, poems, and muktaks would suddenly start flowing through my mind.
Without even knowing how to write poetry properly, I wrote:
“I don't know how or why I wrote this poem,
but when I saw you under People You May Know,
it became difficult to control my heart.”
I had never even met her in person, but I had already drowned completely in the ocean of love.
Unfortunately, my love was completely one-sided.
We chatted every day.
Eventually, I confessed my love to her through Facebook.
She rejected me in such a way that I can't even properly describe it here.
I proposed to her again, thinking about love, but she treated my proposal like shampoo—she simply washed it away!
I kept proposing to her again and again, but she never accepted.
Maybe there was something lacking in me.
Or perhaps she had her own reasons.
Whatever the reason was, my journey that had started from People You May Know had now reached the stage of repeatedly proposing my one-sided love.
She would reply only when I messaged her.
Sometimes I wished she would message me first.
A bald old man's hair might grow back on his shiny head, but I swear, love for me never grew in her heart.
She never once greeted me by saying “Hi.”
Eventually, I also decided not to be the one to greet her anymore.
And so, the days continued to pass.
At that time, Nepal Idol Season 2 was going on, and I was a die-hard supporter of Sumit.
I regularly voted for Sumit.
It was late at night—probably around 1:30 a.m.
At night, “Respect and Rise” used to run very quickly, and I was busy voting.
After finishing my voting, I casually opened Facebook.
And suddenly...
It felt like a storm had hit my heart.
It was as if I had fallen from my bed straight onto the floor.
Because that girl...
was married!
Apparently, she used to say:
“Come to my wedding and eat as much as you want before you leave.”
But where would I have had the appetite to eat?
I was too busy singing songs of heartbreak.
And the worst part?
That girl had gotten married without even inviting me!
A long time has passed since her marriage.
These days, my Facebook inbox is as dry as a desert. The little green dot still appears next to her name from time to time.But she is now tied to someone else's life.
That green dot had become like Dashain without a Tika for me. These days, she uploads lots of photos on Facebook with captions like:
“With my dear hubby and 4 others.”
So I also go to Phulmaya's Bhatti, take a photo, and proudl
y post my own caption:
“With alcohol and no others.”
Thank you!
This story is completely fictional.
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