of emotions, that rushed to appear on my face.
“Whose photograph is that” Isha crackled.
“It’s Anannya”.
“Let me have a look” she was curious to glance at it.
She snatched from my hand and protruded her constant gaze at the photograph.
“Hey” I sighed.
She peeked her eyes close at me, her face more or less crinkled in deep silent “She’s beautiful”.
I nodded my head with some memories evoked.
“Keep it safe”.
“Yeah” as my hand directed to place it inside. I could surely feel the convolution that gathered around me flashing back the days and the absence of her. Besides Isha, She was a part of the present. She clung my hand “let’s move out”.
“But, where” I sighed.
“Anywhere our step takes”.
I slightly tried to widen my lips to reflect back her a smile. Our steps added together and walked out from the front door. The guard on the other side pulled the glass door from outside. And we headed out for the day with no knowledge of the subways but to wander around where our footsteps carried us. Neither we planned for a particular visit of any place. We kept moving out until our sight disappeared from our tall highly raised hotel. The city traffic rapidly increased as the day kept glowing. I could watch the road jam with vehicles blowing out in loud decibels.
“Do we need to cross road on the other side” with my tempting voice.
“Are you afraid of the four wheeler” she cracked a fun.
“No...I think we need to have breakfast” I muttered.
“Yes...need some nourishment” with her chuffed voice.
We looked for a restaurant. So, easily available it was, we got accustomed and finally found a lovely breakfast restaurant. She led me by the way. Pushed the door and asked me to follow her. She took the adjacent table that had access to view outside through the glass wall. She settled a chair for herself and offered me the other one. I took my seat before her like the one yesterday. She was murmuring out reading the menu card. She quietly peeked at me. I kept myself gentle with no sound of my voice.
“What happen you’re quiet” she paid an interest of her tone at me.
I shrugged “I’m fine”.
“So ,what’s the menu for today”.
“Well, I pass a choice to you”.
She once again happened to give a thorough look at the menu card.
“Ahhhh!!! Sandwich. Will it be ok”.
“Anything you feel” with my supportive gesture.
She calls for the waiter and placed the order. Some bread toast, milk and fruits were also part of the breakfast plate.
“So, what you got for me”.
“What” being surprise by her casual tone.
“Actually I’m here on for some information to write”.
“Oh! So you’re writing on Indian Culture” I apprehended with interest.
“How did you know that” her eye brow raised.
“Just a guess thought” I squinted.
She laughed at my judgement. “You’re absolutely right. I’m doing a project on Indian culture”. “Wow!! That’s great work. I would really love to read your book”.
“I got one more thing to do” she added.
“What’s that” I intended to know.
“You got to share your story to me” her tone gets serious.
“What..no ..no way.
“You are going to script it” she said.
“Well, here’s the deal”.
“What deal” I said.
Isha placed her hand on the table. She was very formative and instructive with her talk. She constantly pricked at me through her outburst ideas which she wanted me to inculcate.
“You know one thing....you Americans are mean minded”.
“Hahaha!!!!! That’s not acceptable. You’re wrong. You Indians are crap by nature”.
“Oh! C’mon stop this Irrelevant conversation” sharpening my tone at her.
The waiter finally served us with the breakfast.
“I’m Sorry...for disgracing your nation” with an apologetic tone.
“It’s alright. Anyways my ancestor are Indians. They belong from this land”.
“Well, you were talking about some deal” I took a bite of
“Whose photograph is that” Isha crackled.
“It’s Anannya”.
“Let me have a look” she was curious to glance at it.
She snatched from my hand and protruded her constant gaze at the photograph.
“Hey” I sighed.
She peeked her eyes close at me, her face more or less crinkled in deep silent “She’s beautiful”.
I nodded my head with some memories evoked.
“Keep it safe”.
“Yeah” as my hand directed to place it inside. I could surely feel the convolution that gathered around me flashing back the days and the absence of her. Besides Isha, She was a part of the present. She clung my hand “let’s move out”.
“But, where” I sighed.
“Anywhere our step takes”.
I slightly tried to widen my lips to reflect back her a smile. Our steps added together and walked out from the front door. The guard on the other side pulled the glass door from outside. And we headed out for the day with no knowledge of the subways but to wander around where our footsteps carried us. Neither we planned for a particular visit of any place. We kept moving out until our sight disappeared from our tall highly raised hotel. The city traffic rapidly increased as the day kept glowing. I could watch the road jam with vehicles blowing out in loud decibels.
“Do we need to cross road on the other side” with my tempting voice.
“Are you afraid of the four wheeler” she cracked a fun.
“No...I think we need to have breakfast” I muttered.
“Yes...need some nourishment” with her chuffed voice.
We looked for a restaurant. So, easily available it was, we got accustomed and finally found a lovely breakfast restaurant. She led me by the way. Pushed the door and asked me to follow her. She took the adjacent table that had access to view outside through the glass wall. She settled a chair for herself and offered me the other one. I took my seat before her like the one yesterday. She was murmuring out reading the menu card. She quietly peeked at me. I kept myself gentle with no sound of my voice.
“What happen you’re quiet” she paid an interest of her tone at me.
I shrugged “I’m fine”.
“So ,what’s the menu for today”.
“Well, I pass a choice to you”.
She once again happened to give a thorough look at the menu card.
“Ahhhh!!! Sandwich. Will it be ok”.
“Anything you feel” with my supportive gesture.
She calls for the waiter and placed the order. Some bread toast, milk and fruits were also part of the breakfast plate.
“So, what you got for me”.
“What” being surprise by her casual tone.
“Actually I’m here on for some information to write”.
“Oh! So you’re writing on Indian Culture” I apprehended with interest.
“How did you know that” her eye brow raised.
“Just a guess thought” I squinted.
She laughed at my judgement. “You’re absolutely right. I’m doing a project on Indian culture”. “Wow!! That’s great work. I would really love to read your book”.
“I got one more thing to do” she added.
“What’s that” I intended to know.
“You got to share your story to me” her tone gets serious.
“What..no ..no way.
“You are going to script it” she said.
“Well, here’s the deal”.
“What deal” I said.
Isha placed her hand on the table. She was very formative and instructive with her talk. She constantly pricked at me through her outburst ideas which she wanted me to inculcate.
“You know one thing....you Americans are mean minded”.
“Hahaha!!!!! That’s not acceptable. You’re wrong. You Indians are crap by nature”.
“Oh! C’mon stop this Irrelevant conversation” sharpening my tone at her.
The waiter finally served us with the breakfast.
“I’m Sorry...for disgracing your nation” with an apologetic tone.
“It’s alright. Anyways my ancestor are Indians. They belong from this land”.
“Well, you were talking about some deal” I took a bite of
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