Determinación del impuesto sustitutivo del crédito al salario: Muestra los conceptos que intervienen en la determinación de este impuesto

decided to propose to Bhavna on 13 February. It was a deliberate choice to propose to her before D-Day, knowing that girls need some time to think about things. There was a huge chance that she would fall into the trap of wanting to celebrate Valentine’s Day which could lead her to accept my proposal. It was madness to expect such a thing from a girl like her, but love is not only blind, it’s dumb too.

I didn’t go to college on the thirteenth. I was caught up in my own crazy preparations. I collected some of Bhavna’s things like her freshers’ party performance photographs, some of her notes, a photocopy that she had given to me and even rough sheets that she had used to explain C programming to me.

At around six in the evening, when I was just going to execute my plan, my phone vibrated; someone was calling me from a landline.

“Hi, Ajay. Bhavna here.” Her call was like a drizzle in Jaisalmer. “Hi,” I replied.

“Ajay, tomorrow is my badminton match and Gaurav is my partner in the mixed doubles. Can you give him a message and tell him to reach college soon? Tell him to be at the auditorium for practice at around four p.m. tomorrow,” she said quickly, trying to finish the call within sixty seconds.

“Ok sure, where are you calling from?”

“A PCO booth near Prayaag railway station.”

I asked for the exact location. Prayaag Station was close to the IERT and I knew every place around it.

“Bhavna, please be there. I’m coming to meet you. It’s urgent.” “Ajay, I’m getting late. Can we talk tomorrow?”

“Bhavna, it’s my last day at IERT. Tomorrow I’m leaving for DAVV Indore forever, remember?”

“Oh, yeah! Okay I’m waiting. Come soon.”

“Listen Bhavna, I want to meet you alone.” I said hastily but still could not match up with the telecom frequency; it echoed with dirty tooon tooon sound. She had hung up the phone.

I took all her stuff and started pedalling my cycle to take the bravest step of my life. On my way, I started collecting my thoughts and practicing what I had to say. I kept talking to myself. “Never surrender Ajay, you can, you can.” I reached the PCO after a ten-minute ride.

My jaw dropped when I saw Beena standing with Bhavna. I didn’t even say ‘hi’ to either of them and just stared at Beena. She was really perceptive. After seeing my dismay, she bid goodbye to Bhavna and left. Maybe my pale face conveyed my feelings to her.

“What happened, Ajay? Why did you want to see me all of a sudden?”

“Bhavna, can we sit somewhere for some time? It’s urgent. I’m leaving tomorrow and I want to tell you something,” I requested.

“Hmm. Where shall we sit, Ajay?” she questioned.

“At Chhappan Bhog or any restaurant near Netram Chawraha.”

‘No, Ajay, I’m in my college uniform and it’s very late now. We can discuss it here, at the side of the road,” she said, looking this way and that.

We walked next to the Allahabad University women’s hostel; it was close to Prayag Station. Many other lovers were also standing there, and this made us feel quite comfortable.

“Bhavna, I’m leaving for good by the Shipra Express tomorrow,” I stated in distress.

“All the very best for your future Ajay, and don’t get disheartened because of Ragini,” she said. But I could not focus on her words; I was up with my record player. “I have gathered some stuff. Bhavna, before leaving, I wanted to return all your things,” I said and handed all her stuff to her.

“You kept all these things?” she replied quietly.

My lip stiffened. I handed her the snaps that were clicked during the freshers’ party. “Where did you manage to get all this?” she enquired. I remained silent.

“You can keep all these things. I’m perfectly fine with that.”

My heart started beating faster and I felt choked up. I was sweating in February.

“Just coming, Bhavna,” I said and went to a nearby tea stall. I gulped down some water and returned feeling like a warrior. Maybe Bhavna had understood by now.

I asked nervously, “Bhavna, I want to say something.” “Okay,” she said, fearfully.

I summoned my courage and still staring at the ground, mumbled, “I love you, Bhavna.” “Come again?”

“I love you, Bhavna.” I said with the same nervousness, but this time looking straight at my darling’s face.

She was definitely not happy to see my eyes wet. She went silent; maybe she was still trying to digest the sudden admission of love.

“Ajay, you are a good friend, but I never thought of you in this way,” she said, trying to console me. “Give me some time to answer. But, don’t be sad. You are a very nice person, but I’ve never been in such a relationship before.”

Then I realized the blunder I’d made. How could a girl accept a proposal when I still had a girlfriend? And tomorrow this lover boy was leaving college forever. I decided to correct the blunder.

“Bhavna, I have to tell you something about Ragini.”

“What, Ajay?” she responded softly, so that I felt comfortable enough to share everything. “I don’t have an affair with Ragini.”

“What?” She was aghast. “Then what’s up with all those stories and photographs?”

“I made it up, so that you wouldn’t keep yourself away from me. A person who is already in a relationship is surely considered safe.” I sighed.

“Difficult to believe. Everyone knows about Ragini. Even Dipendra has shared things about her many times,” she said confused.

to her. She would love to talk to you.” “Does Ragini know about me?”

“Yes, on my visit to Rihand Nagar during the Diwali holidays, we talked about you.” I dialled Ragini’s number and made Bhavna talk to her.

“Hi, Ragini. Ajay here.”

“Hi, Ajay. How are you? And your story with Bhavna?” she asked.

“Ragini, I’m with her now. She wants to talk to you,” I said and gave the phone to Bhavna.

What if Bhavna told Ragini those secrets that I had wanted to tell her during my school days but never had the courage to. It was a very dangerous situation; my ex crush was talking with my love-to- be – a rare moment in my life.

“Hi, Ragini.”

“Hi, Bhavna. I’ve heard a lot about you. What’s up?”

“Ragini, you and Ajay were never in a serious relationship?” Bhavna asked hesitantly. “No, Bhavna. We are just good friends,” Ragini answered.

The call ended after a few seconds of formal conversation. But Bhavna’s actions had made me firmly believe that she also had feelings for me.

“Ajay, it’s getting late. I have to go home. I need some time to think about all this.”

“Bhavna, one last revelation for you,” I said. I regained all my confidence and recovered from my sadness.

“Now what, Ajay? Enough for the day, I think.”

I sighed, “Bhavna, I’m not going anywhere. I’ll complete my degree in IERT.” “Why did you lie then?”

“Sorry, but this was the only way to get you here, so that we could talk.” “Will talk to you later,” she said and left.

I kept standing there until my girl vanished into the darkness of the night. I started pedalling my Dreamliner cycle towards my hostel. Another war of thoughts began in my head. The positive part of me that said, Bhavna loved me, else she wouldn’t have confirmed my relationship with Ragini. But the negative part of me said that Bhavna didn’t love me, as she had left without accepting my proposal. Somehow, I felt the positive part winning. I felt relieved, like a huge burden had been suddenly removed from my head.

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