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A Tale of Love:the Postal Clerk

An Air Warrior and devotee of Lord Krishna has published over 100 short stories and 10 books on fiction and 4 on military history.


The beginning

Ronnie Singh was a Flight Lieutenant and posted to the 121 helicopter unit at Juhu. His aunt had once taken him to a Muslim Pir on Mohammed Ali Road. That meeting had a profound effect on the young man and he had become a follower of the Pir. The Pir is a holy man who is supposed to be in communion with God. This particular Pir Nasiruddin Qadri appeared to Ronnie to have Extra Sensory Powers. When Ronnie met the Pir, he started reciting in his mind the Jap, the sacred morning prayer of the Sikhs, and the Pir at once told him that he was reciting a prayer to God.

One day after completing a sortie to the oil rigs, he wanted to meet the Pir but with the Covid restrictions all around, he decided not to go and thought he would talk to him on his mobile. At the same time, he wanted to send something to show his love for the godman and decided to send Rs.1000 by telegraphic money order. This form of transfer of money is valid in India and is run by the postal department.

Ronnie reached the post office and fill in the details and handed them to the clerk. Due to the Covid19 fear all over, there was nobody else at the counter other than him. Even inside the post office, which was observing staggered timings, there were just two other people, both girls as this a women manned office. The girl began to type the details on her computer and Ronnie handed her Rs.1000. Ronnie could make out that she was extremely young and perhaps, just about 21 or 22. She was fair and had pulled back her hair in a ponytail that extenuated her large eyes.

The girl read the address which Ronnie had written on the form and at once looked at Ronnie.

" You know this man, the Pir?" she asked.

"Yes, I have known him for 3 to 4 years and I find he's a great man"

The girl was now delaying the entry on the computer and she kept on looking at Ronnie.

" Do you visit the Pir often?"

"Yes I do"

"Can you take me to the Pir?," she asked," I have a very big problem and I wonder if the Pir can help out."

Ronnie was taken aback at the request and was initially non-plussed about what to answer. The girl was looking at him expectantly.

" OK," he replied, " if and when I go to the Pir, the next time I will take you. But what is your name?"


He was a little surprised that she was not wearing the hijab and was dressed in a normal Shalwar Kameez. He didn't think much about it and walked away.

The spell

Ronnie went back home and forgot all about the postal clerk. The next day was a working day and he took off in the Sea King helicopter for a sortie to the oil rig in the Arabian Sea. He touched down on the helipad on the oil rig and offloaded four passengers who had come to augment the workforce on the rig. After resting for about half an hour, along with a hot cup of coffee and a hamburger, he took off back for Juhu airport.

He drove back in his Mustang to the officer's mess, parked his car, and began to walk towards his quarter. His orderly came running up to him and said," Sir, there is a girl who is waiting for you in the ante-room."

Ronnie was intrigued as to who the girl could be. He walked over to the anti-room or ladies' room and as he entered he was surprised to see that it was the postal clerk. This time she was wearing a hijab with her head covered.

"Well," Ronnie said," this is a surprise, I was not expecting you"

"I came because you had told me that you would take me to the Muslim Pir but you didn't come, so I thought I should come over to your place and request you for the same."

"How did you get my address?"

The girl smiled, "don't you remember, when you filled out the details in the form, you entered your address and telephone number and I had noted it down."

"Well it's nice that you have come, I'm sorry, I completely forgot about taking you to the Pir but since you've come I will take you today to the Pir. You just wait in this room and I will ask the waiter to serve some coffee and biscuits till I get ready and come."

Ronnie went to his room and removed his flying overalls and changed into a T-shirt and trousers and came over to the ladies' room.

"OK," he said," let's get going, by the way, are you very sure the Pir is going to solve your problem?"

" I am a Muslim, maybe I have a little more faith.

Ronnie was a bit nonplussed. The realization sank into his mind that the girl followed the Muslim religion while he was a Hindu. He recovered his composure and said,"OK let's move."

He escorted her to the mustang and indicated to her to sit down in the front seat. He climbed, put the car into gear, and drove off.

He met a Pir first and after being his obeisance he came out and indicated to the girl to go inside. She went in and came out and told Ronnie," I am satisfied I have met the Pir and he has promised to help me."

Ronnie was tempted to ask what was her problem but he didn't do it and he drove back to the officer's mess. It was now getting dark and thunder clouds were gathering in the sky and very soon a tremendous downpour commenced. People who have been in Mumbai will know that the monsoon can be ferocious and it floods the streets.

Ronnie looked at the clouds and said," listen Nasrin there is heavy rain and as per the radio broadcast the Local train services are suspended because the tracks are waterlogged. How do you think you're going to go?"

"I don't know; because I do not know where I will spend the night."

Ronnie thought for a moment and said," if you are OK, you can spend the night with me in my quarter because with this rain on I don't think you'll be able to go home."

The girl was apprehensive but then the downpour had increased and Ronnie called the butler and told him to lay out dinner for two in the ladies' room. After the dinner was over he said, "now let's go over to my quarter."

The rain was now thundering and Ronnie was wondering what he was going to do with a Muslim girl in his room. He had had many girlfriends before but never a Muslim girl and he wondered what sort of family she came from and what sort of people her parents were. They would obviously be very worried about their daughter.

"What about your parents?" he asked

She said," I have already spoken to them on mobile and told them I'm going to spend the night in the office as there is a thunderstorm. Honestly, I can't tell that I'm staying the night with you because they will not be happy that I spent the night with a man and that also a Hindu. My father will not tolerate it."


The gift

Ronnie escorted her to his room and switched on the light. The rain had gathered momentum and Ronnie switched on the TV. He heard the news that a cyclone was approaching the city. An announcement was made, advising all inmates of the city to remain indoors.

Ronnie was silent for a moment and asked," I hope you're not getting scared"

"No," she replied, "the Pir has told me something, I don't know whether whatever he says comes true. He told me my wish would be fulfilled." Outside the rain god, brought in thunder and lightning.

Ronnie was intrigued," may I ask what exactly is your problem?"

" No," she replied, " I can't tell you, but I have to come from 150 km away and I hope I get a transfer to a post office near my home."

There was a crash of thunder and lightning struck a tree in the compound. Thunder boomed and boomed again. Ronnie involuntarily took Nasrin In his arms.

There was electricity in the air. As he enveloped her in his arms, he was reminded of his mother who had told him,' never to marry a Muslim'. Nasrin was irresistible at that particular moment with thunder crashing all around he involuntarily kissed her. Events began to move at a breakneck pace, and he had no control over the subsequent moments. It was a hedonistic affair as thunder boomed and boomed again, and lightning flashed, Nasrin becomes his. As he reached the culmination, he was wondering how he could reconcile with the fact that his parents would be extremely unhappy if he brought home a Muslim.

He went to sleep and got up in the morning and saw that Nasrin was not there. He thought she must've gone to the washroom and waited for some time and then he called out but they were no response. He looked around in his quarter and the verandah outside but Nasrin was not there. The rain had stopped, and it was obvious to Ronnie that Nasrin had left he could not understand what her compulsion was.

There is nothing much he could do and after a few days and went back to the post office. He saw another girl sitting in the place of Nasrin and he asked her where the earlier girl was. The girl replied," she had to come 150 km every day for work and she has been transferred to somewhere close to her house."
"Do you know where it is?"

"Of course not, how would I know?"

That's the end of the story folks and we have to wait whether Ronnie ever met the Muslim girl again. That is another story.


MG Singh emge (author) from Singapore on February 04, 2021:

Bill, thank you, I feel flattered by your comment.

MG Singh emge (author) from Singapore on February 04, 2021:

Pam, nice of you to have commented. Thank you.

MG Singh emge (author) from Singapore on February 04, 2021:

Thank you Pamela, for sparing time and commenting

MG Singh emge (author) from Singapore on February 04, 2021:

Peggy, thank you for commenting, yes there is a part II.

Peggy Woods from Houston, Texas on February 04, 2021:

You have certainly painted an interesting first chapter of what I assume will be a continuing story. Since you title it "A Tale of Love," I can only hope it ends well.

Pamela Oglesby from Sunny Florida on February 04, 2021:

I enjoyed your story, MG. I thought we would know what is next for hte Muslim girl and Ronnie, but I guess we must wait. You painted quite a picture during the thunder storm. Well done!

Pam Morris from Atlanta Georgia on February 04, 2021:

What a story, creative and well thought out. After reading your story, I feel you have an image where you found a prompt and run with it. I hope there is more to this love story because I will be waiting to read it. I enjoyed your Hub!

Bill Holland from Olympia, WA on February 04, 2021:

Well, my goodness, I don't think I will enjoy waiting for the next chapter. I want to know what happened to that girl. Where did she vanish to? Well done! You had me hooked early on and throughout.

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