WE - STORY OF BISHU AND GARGI 💓

'WE'
Story of

Bishu 💓 Gargi 

A huge white bungalow that stands out in a wide street of the MG Road is all set to see a new morning today. The golden plated name plate of the bungalow “Mishra’s” looked clear and loud. The balcony that overlooks just ahead of the car shed area seemed amazing today. The tickling sound of the wind chime placed on the balcony ceiling was soothing for the ears each time as the cool breeze made its way through it teasing the wind chime naughtily.  A huge white metallic gate surrounded by a well maintained garden area welcomes all its visitors warmly.

Bangalore - Current Day!

Cold mornings and a cup of hot black tea go hand in hand. Hey! I am Bishwajeet. I am a branding manager in one of the biggest multinational companies of Bangalore. My day begins with my routine chores, jogging, stretching, gardening and.....remembering her!

Her? Well! ‘Woh baad main bataunga’...But today I added an extra adventure to my routine. I had a masala chai...which I skip often. But since Renu masi is in town, she sees to it that I am being given all the leverage to do what I want to do! – Thank God! At least some leniency is granted to me in her presence, “Varna maa toh har baar, mujhe discipline main hi rakhna janti hain; Uff maa bhi na”

But as they correctly say, “All good things come to an end soon” so was this, my leisure time. I was made aware that I had to follow the rituals of being a best friend and have to look grand in my best friend’s wedding! Zabardasti ka level toh dekho zara, I am forced to believe that there are no good clothes in my wardrobe, and I am supposed to put on some new trendy stuff, just to look good! I mean, why so much investments in the things, that I already have...and those are pretty good! But ‘maa’ is ‘maa’ as always... “usko toh lagta hain ki karan johar ki har movie ka hero main hi hu, jab dekho tab mujhe sajaane main lagi rehti hain” So subah subah bhej diya mujhe for shopping...” And, I just cannot put her wishes at a bay... “achche ladke apni maa ki baatein ko kabhi manaa nahi paate!” (I am sure you all will agree to this, because humein bachpan se ‘BE A GOOD BOY’ wali training di gayi hoti hain, jo bade hote hote bhi continue rehti hain!)

Looking outside the taxi window, I thought to myself that there is someone else too whose wishes I cannot overrule. ‘Bade hokar ek baat to samajh aa gayi, ek toh maa ki baat aur dusri uski baat – dono ko hi ‘jo hokum’ karke sambhalna padta hain, warna bande ki toh khair nahi, samajhlo!’  Haan! coming back to her, her wishes were a command for me...because she too was special...“Was!”...“How can she be a past thing, when her thoughts are still a part of my present”....I thought to myself.  She can never be a matter of ‘WAS’ for she will always be an ‘IS’ for me for a lifetime!

I was lost in her reverie, when a sudden short break brought me back to my senses. “Arree sambhalke! Theek se chalao, abhi accident ho jata toh?” I shouted at the taxi driver. “Huwa to nahi hain na saab!” he replied in a callous attitude. The driver was too rude and irresponsible, “mann toh kiya ki complaint kardu iski”, but then, I was in a good mood today and she was still in my thoughts, so I decided not to waste my time & energy after this ‘nakchda’ driver so I decided to halt my journey. ‘Accha suno yehi ruko, kitna hua?’ I inquired.  ‘Saab sau rupaiye!’, he replied with the same attitude looking at me from the front mirror of his cab.

I knew he demanded much more than what the actual fair was, but I didn’t mind paying him; after all I was happy today! The reason behind my happiness was a phone call from my dear friend Raghav.  He is getting married in the next month. Being a Sunday today, I thought let me shop for myself, “Smart dikhna hain boss, aakhir best friend ki shaadi jo hain!”. So I paid him immediately and got of his cab. While walking towards the showroom, her thoughts kept on playing hide and seek in my mind and I was busy smiling shyly in the market place. ‘Love makes you behave awkwardly! Isn’t it?’ With this thought, I entered the showroom. It was a huge showroom with different areas allotted to different brands of clothing and a special area was allotted to all the traditional ethnic wear collection, both for men as well as female. They have named this particular zone of the showroom as – ‘Dilwale Dulhaniya Le Jayenge’...God! Now I know, “what role does Bollywood play in our lives”

Welcome sir! The representative of that section approached me and greeted me. I briefed him about my choices and he presented before me all the ‘best’ collection that they had to offer. While I was flipping through a few selected sherwani’s, she again piped in my chain of thoughts, as if suggesting – “what to choose and what not to”. I recollected that her favourite colour was dark blue.

Once during our college cultural events, she was in charge of my dressing and she chose for me, a blue coloured jute waistcoat which had a pocket in the front; beneath which I wore an off-white linen Chinese collar shirt with a matching formal trousers and to match up with my look, she asked me to put on my head, an ethnic colourful Rajasthani Safa with a delicate brooch affixed in its front fold,.

“You look hot Bishu!” she said looking at me, placing the safa on my head and adjusting. I still remembered that moment. She then came near me and whispered in my ears softly, “now only one addition is to be made”. She opened her hand bag and took out a small piece of zip lock transparent bag from it. It had a red kumkum powder in it. Applying a ‘tilak’ on my forehead, clearing her throat she murmured softly, “Ab ye Dulha pasand hain mujhe, jahahpanah!” She smiled and winked at me. I simply loved her when she used to wink.

An unfamiliar male voice interrupted my sweet memory flow. “Sir, which one have you selected out of these?” He inquired. “I shall keep this one”, I said pointed at a dark blue waistcoat kept separately. “I would also like to buy an ethnic Rajasthani Safa with a brooch in its front fold; do you have it?” I inquired looking at him. He took me to the assigned sections and I got the Rajasthani Safa with a brooch in its front fold, exactly alike the one that she wanted me to wear during one of our college functions. God too is very hopeful this time in shaping up my destiny, it seems!

In the hope to meeting her again, showing trust in my destiny, I purchased all her favourite stuff. Oh God! She still rules my heart!

My phone was ringing, it flashed, “Raghav calling”!! I picked it up and shouted in excitement, “Bol be kaminey!” This is how we often prefer addressing each other. “Sunn bey nalayak! Eshaan, Roney, Sid, Yudi, Amit, Sandy, Neha aur Radha sab aarahe hain!” All have confirmed to reach by 15^th February, tu bata, tera kya scene hain nalle!” he inquired. A brief smile came on my lips listening to the word ‘nalle’, that was a college slang that we used to tease each other with. “I shall reach on 16^th February, in the morning!” I replied. Hmm “thoda jaldi aata to maza aata, chal koi na, milte hain solah ko” he said and hung up. There was something that was missing in our conversation though. I was feeling restless and hesitant at the same time, the mind ordered not to ask but the heart was adamant as always!

So I decided to listen to my heart. Next thing I did was, texted him inquiring about her, “Sunna bhai, woh aa rahi hain kya?” ‘Pata nahi’, he replied instantly. “Uske chakkar main meri shaadi mat miss karna, varna teri shaadi nahi hone dunga kabhi, mere devdas” he reverted with a messaged with a winking smiley. I smiled and nodded my head. Raghav and me share a different bonding altogether since college days. We studied together, we stayed in hostel together, we roamed together and we had all the masti and fun together, ‘yaha tak ki, hum dono ki life ka pehla crush bhi ek hi tha – Ms. Maya! Hamari hindi wali teacher!  I am really happy for Raghav and can’t just wait to go to Mumbai and meet this rascal and other morons. But in the heart of heart, I am also yearning to see my queen there. Somehow, it has become a precondition for my visit to Mumbai now. Her memories followed me while I was returning home.

Sleep refused to intervene me when I was busy remembering her. It was 4 am and I was still awake, thinking of her. This time, I won’t give up! I shall propose her for marriage. But, what if she doesn’t show up for Raghav’s marriage? Negative and positive thoughts kept floating on my mind, when somewhere around 6:00 am I managed to catch some sound sleep.

During the day, I kept busy with my office work. Back to back meetings were lined up for me as the closure of financial year was just around the corner. But in the evening I fetched some time for myself and visited a nearby coffee shop remembering the old days when we used to come at the coffee shop with friends.

‘Coincidences are the sweetest when you don’t choose them, but they choose you!’  

They bring in front of you those people whom you least expect to meet. It was one such sweet coincidence when I met my old friend, Sunil. We were in the same college. And suddenly along with some good coffee, the old memories started unfolding one by one. We discussed everything; from the college canteen fun to the pranks that we played with our teachers, from flirting with girls to dating with our ex-girlfriends. It was fun, recalling those golden days. 

We both were excited about Raghav’s marriage, but unfortunately he couldn’t attend it, as he had an outbound conference to attend. I made every possible attempt to dig the information about Gargi, her whereabouts; but as usual I was just left with more questions and there were no answers for me, no cues at all. I don’t know where and how can I find her now? After spending some time, both me and Sunil departed from the coffee shop. He departed from the cafe with some good college memories, and I with some grief. I was sad but I didn’t lose hope. I tried calling many of our mutual friends who were in our batch. I took some numbers from Sunil. She was not there on any social media platforms. So calling was the only option I was left out with. Tired calling a few people from our college time, but the answer still remained same, we don’t know Bishu”.

It was 13^th February. Now I was worried even more I couldn’t find out whether she is coming or not?  I felt like crying. I was feeling low and depressed, when suddenly my phone vibrated. I got a text on my phone, my smile was back. The message said, “Are you Bishwajeet? From the Bangalore? University passed out from the batch-2007?”

The message came from an unknown number which was not saved in my mobile’s phonebook. So I thought I should give a call rather than reverting back through message on the same number. I called up, it was a girl. ‘Hello!’ She said, Hey ‘hi am I Bishwajeet’, I said. ‘Hey, hi this is Priya, I got your number from Gargi’s parents,’ she replied.

Listening her name was such a treat to my ears, I tell you! A wide smile curved on my face when I heard her name. For a moment my life paused. I wanted to know more about her, her whereabouts and stuff. My happiness knew no limits now.

I started asking questions to her.  I even didn’t notice what Priya would think of me at that moment. I literary felt that it was Priya’s viva class and I was the examiner. “Do you know Gargi? How is she? Where is she? Is she still in Bangalore? I inquired everything in one breathe. She took a moment to settle down, took a deep breath and then responded. ‘Yes! I know her, she is in the US now, and her marriage just got fixed’.  

Again there was a brief pause. A similar incident happened with me a few years back where I was standing between a reality and my dream was just a step away in front of me. I remembered a situation where I was batting and there were 6 runs to win of just 1 ball, and I waited for the bowler to bowl me an easy one so that I could hit for a SIX! But, unfortunately!  The bowler surprised me by bowling an unplayable delivery - and I lost the game that day! As they rightly say, “What you expect is a dream, but life is no dream, for it’s a hardcore REALITY”.  “Hello!...are you there?” Priya confirmed from the other end. But I was lost completely! The pause continued between us for some time. Bishwajeeet! – These words fell on my ears again and I was brought to the reality again. I was still in a shock to learn about Gargi’s current status.

Priya interrupted the silence by coughing, thereby giving me a cue to react and say something. I gathered courage without any further hopes and reacted shockingly. “What??” I literally shouted over the call. I was totally shaken by now when I heard about her marriage.  Priya’s next few lines did not fall on my ears, I was completely lost somewhere.

‘Hello! Hello! You...there?’ She confirmed. “hmm yes yes!” I responded in a low voice. ‘So that’s where I needed your favour, will you help me?’ She asked. I was totally unaware about the whole thing. I had no clue which favour she was referring to? I felt that I missed out on important information, though. But I will make a fool of myself if I ask her to repeat what all she mentioned a few minutes ago. “Saala male ego bhi aise waqt par beech main aajata hain, ki banda chahte hue bhi question nahi puch sakta”. And now I don’t want her to know that I still love Gargi... as it was of no use now! My heart reminded me of an old movie song – “Dil ke armaan aasuo main beh gaye” Immediately I shook my head and turned around to see the wall, absolutely blank and expressionless.

14^th February (The Next day)

Yes! It was a valentine’s day for the entire world, but for someone like me, it was just another day, full of dullness. I tried keeping myself busy. Maa was ready with my tiffin and I could clearly see some questions for me, floating in her eyes. But, I didn’t had the courage to face her then; so without looking in her eyes, I started walking towards the main door.

While I started walking towards the main gate, I got a call from my boss. He inquired about me and my leaves that I got sanctioned by the HR department recently. He was happy to know that I had finally taken a leave for a week. Isn’t it strange? My boss was happy for me taking leave from my office work, but the reason for my smile was completely lost somewhere. I hung the phone and looked around. My cab was ready. I got into it and started shuffling through my mobile responding to a few urgent emails from my clients. Being a branding manager, I was always ready on my toes to get some new clients for my company. But today, even the tone of my responses was dull. Immediately after I was done with the emails, I took out my hands free plug-ins and pretended that I am listening to music; this was a common trick from my college days, to avoid the conversations. And now I am mastered in it. “To avoid the conversations with the outside world, we often cover ourselves in a cocoon, but what about the arguments that are going inside? How does one shut oneself out of it?”

In some 20 minutes we reached my office. I realised, that the hands free were just inserted in my ears, but the music was off! I headed towards my cabin. My colleague greeted me a good morning on my way – I wondered, what was so good about today’s morning! One thing about human psychology is for sure proved – “The stimulus that effects us from within – has a more than proportionate effect in our behaviour too”. I told myself, “Chalo achcha hain, issi bahane human psychology pata to chali”

There were some routine tasks piled up for me. I hurriedly finished them, but in each and every work that I approached, her thought never left me. I wonder how she would look as a married lady, with a ‘mangalsutra’ around her pretty delicate neck and a ‘red mark of ‘sharp vermilion’ in her forehead. I wanted to see her, wanted to listen to her beautiful voice, wanted to feel her innocent and her loud laughter that was her USP in the whole college. Her unique way of telling stories...God! I missed her all these years. We had the best moments together.

15^th February

I want one more chance to meet her...please please please God...my heart cried out, when I heard someone entering my cabin, I turned around to see who it was. It was Ranjan. My boss. Ranjan was standing just around my desk. He inquired with me about my preparations for the leave and other stuff. There was not much difference in me and my boss. We shared a very good informal bond with each other. He knew how excited I was a few days ago when I learnt about Raghav’s marriage. In fact, he was the first in the office, to know from me about my college days, my gang, our pranks and other stuff.

But, unfortunately, I didn’t share with him about Gargi. I don’t know why I did not share with him about her; something stopped me from doing so. But what? I still don’t understand...Yes! It was my indecisiveness as always that held me back then.

I know I have paid a heavy price for my indecisiveness in my life, ‘Kaash tab dil ki sun li hoti aur thoda courage dikhaya hota, toh aaj yeh nobat hi naa aati’. I planted a fake smile on my face trying to portray that everything is fine, not to worry at all and looked at my boss; He handed over a file to me saying, “Ye client file hain, tum jab vapis aao, tab inse meeting karlena haan! Important hain.” I nodded in a yes with a brief smile and took the file in my hand and kept inside my cupboard and locked it. I picked up my tiffin, and indicated him that I am feeling hungry. We both walked towards the canteen area silently. While walking down the corridor towards the canteen, I replayed all her beautiful memories in my mind.

I remembered, it was 16^th October, her birthday; She proposed me then. She was looking beautiful that day. Her memories are all so close to my heart still!  As I was walking down the corridor, I felt that I was actually walking down the memory lane with her. Every single step reminded me of that day when all this happened. All the memories started to come alive over again!

We all were invited in her birthday party and amid all the festive she made an announcement, that she loves me and what to marry me. I was a big fool, not to understand her true feelings then. Yes! It was because of my indecisiveness that she left me. Now there was no point in repenting for such foolishness, as she is gone now! God! Now I was missing her even more, I felt terribly helpless!

I got a gentle tap on my shoulder, it was my boss. I came back to where I was. He pointed out at a table in a canteen. I looked at the empty table and then looked at him. I told him in a low voice, “Ajj health kuch theek nahi hain, aap lunch karlo, I want to go home”. As a good gentleman, he inquired if everything was ok. I shook my head in a yes and left the canteen space immediately.

I went home. Maa was busy packing my bag, I didn’t respond in front of her, but something within me pushed me to move ahead and attend this much awaited marriage. There was a cruel duel going in my mind, I was happy for Raghav and my other friends, as this was a good reunion after 4 long years. 

BUT! My mind was still stuck up somewhere in her. I tried to call Priya in the evening but her phone continuously showed switched off. And as they correctly say, “an idle mind is a devil’s workshop!”; But today my mind was so much noisy, that if the devil would have been here today, it would have been scared of all the arguments and noises coming out of my mind and would have promised me not to return to me.”

I thought I lost the battle. Completely lost in deep sadness, I was sitting watching the sun set outside my window; I heard a knock on my door. It was maa. Holding a bag she came towards me. Bishu, you forgot this waistcoat and safa beta, tumhara favourite haina ye, she said pointing out at the waistcoat. She came near. Handed me the bag that I packed for myself.

I looked at her and said, “maa iski zarurat nahi hain ab”, bhaiyya ki shaadi main jo sherwani khareedi thi wohi lekar jaunga main”. I said and turned to see the sun again. She left from my room without saying anything. I wonder why I felt like hugging her and crying on her shoulder that moment when she was near.  Late night I got a call from Raghav, he was inquiring about my itinerary for the next day, so that he can arrange for my commutation from the Bandra Terminus. I refused him for any help and further convinced him that, I shall manage myself so he should not worry about me.

Before I could catch up some sleep, I chose to open my college bag again, and flip through some of the best stuff that I had which brought with it smile on my face. These were the special moments I will be reliving tomorrow with my college buddies again. I flipped through the photo albums, the last day messages written on our uniforms, my fingers rolled on the scarf that was lying near the photo album; it was her scarf. It was a blue and red floral chiffon scarf, one of her most favourite possessions that she cherished a lot during our college days. It still has her fragrance wrapped around in it.

I remember the occasion, when I got her scarf. We were playing a truth and dare, and as a challenge of dare, I asked her to give me one of her most favourite things she possessed; to my surprise, without thinking twice, she took off this scarf that was wrapped around her neck, and gave me. She loved me truly, she proved that day. I asked her the next day, what was so special about her scarf, and she said, “Papa gifted me this scarf on my 16^th Birthday, just one year ago before he passed away”, I put on this scarf remembering him Bishu.  I was taken aback by her candid gesture. I hugged her and slowly whispered in her ear, then why did you give it to me? It was just a game Gargi! She was close to tears, when she mentioned, “After papa, it was ONLY you to whom I am completely devoted to”. Every girl wants someone in her life who matches to the love and care that her father has given to her all these years, and I could see no one else but you Bishu in that role. Because I love you Bishu” she said and I hugged her tight in my arms and planted a gentle kiss on her forehead. I didn’t say anything, as I wanted to be just by her side that day, consoling her and caressing her by giving her all the comfort and care that she expects from me. Time froze that moment. It’s still my favourite moment and will always remain special for the lifetime.

The wind chime made a soothing sound as the cool breeze just passed by through it. Hereby allowing me to slowly return back to where I was. Her memories made me nostalgic and so I tried to wrap up the things in a hurry, a photograph fell down from the album. I picked it up, it was a group photo taken during the cultural program. She was wearing a blue bandhani silk saree. She looked pretty and adorable. She carried a classic elegance with her. I moved my eyes to the other people in the photo when I saw, a few girls standing in a row with her. There was a girl standing right next to her in that photo. Someone had encircled on the face of that girl standing next to Gargi. I didn’t understand what was that circle made for? But just out of curiousity, I flipped the photo to see if something was written on the back side. To my luck, I found something scribbled there. It said, “To priya with love from Gargi”.  It was a hook! I was reminded of Priya. “Perhaps God has its own way of creating metaphors at right time!”

Hurriedly, I wrapped up my bag and started searching for my phone. I dialled Priya’s number, but to my surprise, her mobile still showed switched off.  I forced myself to sleep but Gargi’s thoughts didn’t allow sleep to come that night. I managed to keep the alarm set at 6:00am sharp.

16^th February

The day! I was waiting for arrived. I woke up early, finished my chores and was ready. I was leaving from my home, when maa handed me a box of fresh homemade ‘Besan ke ladoos’, she knew well, everyone in my batch used to love these laddoos and they all expected it whenever I used to return to the college after the Diwali vacation break. I hugged her and thanked her for taking care of my friend’s expectations so well, even today.  “Maa logon ka bhi ekdum correct calculation hota hain, unko pata chal jata hain which technique will come to rescue when” handing over the laddoo ka dibba she said, “Beta Raghav ko meri aurse dher saari shubhkamnayein dena aur haan, lagey haath mere liye bhi ek achchi bahu dhundkar hi aana...(and she winked at me).” ‘Bas yehi baaki tha!’ I thought to myself.  My heart responded, ‘Yehi toh karne jaa raha haina tu – Mr. Devdaas!’  Smile came on my lips instantly, but I hide it from my mother and left home for the airport.

                                                                                                              

It was still dawn when I stepped out of the cab and walked towards the entry gate of the Bangalore’s Kempagowda International airport. The early morning February air was pleasantly cold. I was travelling to Mumbai after 4 long years. All the college memories again started flashing in front of my eyes. It had been four years since we graduated from the same college. This wedding was also going to be a reunion of our batch mates. It is going to be fun, but what I didn’t know was that the reunion would begin much ahead of time; right in the queue in front of the airline counter!

I was almost sure it was her. Same height! Same long hair! Same complexion! My curiosity knew no bounds. I had my eyes glued to her. And then about 60-odd seconds later, when turned, she proved me right. My ex-girlfriend...no-no, my Gargi, stood two counters ahead of me in that queue. We had never met after the college farewell. A thunder shock ran down my spine. I was awestruck. God!  What should I do? My hands were cold. In an air conditioned lounge, I had tiny bubbles of sweat sliding over from my face. I was frozen.

Things happen to me when I least expect them to happen! Still I was happy to see her at the airport.  But, the thought of her marriage, still haunted me, I wanted to go ahead and talk to her. As I initiated towards her, I received a call, it was an unknown number, hello! I said, yeah hi this is Priya, this side.  Sorry, I lost my phone so couldn’t keep in touch with you since last two days, but hey you are going to Mumbai today right? She finished saying everything in one go. That’s correct but...but...I was falling short of words, when she mentioned about Gargi. Listen carefully she said, I just came to know that Gargi is in India, infact In Bangalore and she too is going to attend Raghav’s marriage. Did you get that! And most important is that she too is going to board her flight today itself, so go and find her out...and talk to her ASAP. That moment I felt as if Priya is a Godsend Angel an ultimate love guru to mend my broken love life. Like a teacher she guided me everything. I was now focussing on two things at a time, my ears were busy listening to her instructions and my eyes followed my future life ahead of me. Priya was talking about something that was new to my ears!

Too many things happening at the same time for me. Ok wait! What’s going on? I was very confused, so I asked her what exactly the matter was. She reminded me of the favour again by giving me the reference of our prior telephonic communication. You remember that day I called you and mentioned that I need your favour? 

Hmm... I was caught! (My heart spoke again – arree she is talking about the day when your male ego came in between! Remember?” Oh yes, yes! I remember. But what do I say, I was confused. She explained me again, look I know she still loves you Bishwajeet, It was because of her mother’s wish that she is marrying another guy in the US. You still have the game under your belt. You still have these 5 days to win over her HEART, perhaps this is your last and final chance Bishu, please convince her to marry you dear! Just go for it, everything will fall in its place once this happens!

Priya requested me and I was frozen then and there. Truly a Godsend angel she was. “But!” I said. Arree no ifs and buts now! Go and propose her straightaway, I know she loves you and waiting for your answer even today! Without any second thought and indecision, with all the courage I decided to listen to my heart.

Thank yooooouuuuu Priyaaaaa...you made my day sweetheart! I screamed in excitement and happiness; a few passengers standing nearby gave me a dirty look, as If I have spoiled their private party! Who Cares? I shrugged my shoulders off, hung the phone and moved ahead swiftly with my eyes on her.

God! This was the biggest surprise I have ever expected to come my way. I rushed through the crowd paving my way to approach her. While on my way, I felt regret in my heart, why did I missed out on this valuable information then.  “Ladke aise hi hote hain...jhalle..”.my heart said...and I was like, “whatever!!!”

And my 2^nd regret was, “Aree yaar!!! How do I get my Blue Waist Coat and the colourful Rajasthani Bandhani safa now?” I just left it back home thinking that she won’t meet me!  Now this is what I call a perfectly bowled unplayable delivery by Mr. God!, and all I have to do is simply let it go!

I looked above and thanked God, “Thanks for bringing this sweet miracle in my life again” (In the background there was an announcement that mentioned – LAST & FINAL CALL).

I shook my head in a yes and said to myself – Indeed! This one is my last & final call... Chal beta Bishwajeet – isse pehle k eek aur miracle ho jaay, apne kaam pe lag jaao.!

To be continued.....

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