MRS DESPATCHER(PART II)

CONTINUED FROM PREVIOUS POST…
Eighteen months later….

I was beginning to like my work. It was a challenge sometimes. I had learnt to go beyond boundaries. The dreams which had eluded me once, were dawning as reality now. I had my taste of success and as they say nothing succeeds like success. I had developed a knack for solving my own problems.
One day , I chanced by a couple who were seated in a corner of the quaint little coffee shop. I couldn’t believe my eyes…. Divya and Sandip…here of all places. I couldn’t help but confront them. Divya was warmer than ever before and Sandip… I knew he was feeling a bit coy..its so typical of him. But I was more than surprised when he asked me to join them. Though I didn’t refuse, they found me going after five minutes. I invited them for lunch on Sunday.
It was a fine Sunday morning and my guests were sharp on time. Divya offered me help in the kitchen and I chose not to refuse. My books kept Sandip busy. She could read my mind and went on with her tale- an unexpected wedding, days of gloom and finally a dab of happiness. A few days after her wedding Divya encouraged Sandip to try something better. He took leave from his job in the town. Sandip had excellent language skills-even though born and brought up in almost rural settings. He began to freelance in some magazines and simultaneously took a correspondence course in journalism. Divya helped him all through by teaching a few children at home. Now,she is an instructor at some online forum for teaching school students. Sandip was the city correspondent of a reputed magazine.
Suddenly, tears welled up in Divya’s eyes. Before I asked her, she said,” Almost all my friends at college had nicknamed me as "Mrs.Despatcher" . Sandip was infuriated and then all of this happened. "
I didn’t want to hear anymore. I blessed the “friends at college ” whose taunts unleashed so much potential in these two ordinary, simpletons.