sandwich.
“Yes! The deal is you are going to help me out in my project and I will process you out to write your love story” she said anxiously.
“What, you’re asking me to be a writer”.
“Yes I can see that. You love her a lot and you have intense love and affection which I can see” she squinted.
“No..way out. I can’t write”.
“Just try once” she commanded her voice.
“You can’t insist me to do that” taking a sip of my milk glass.
“Well then it’s fine. What’s the point of loving her so much when you couldn’t express your inner feelings to her”.
“Isha C’mon it’s not like that. She’s gone. She’s no more of mine. She’s got better person than me”.
“Show that better person that your love is a gift of God and the endless care for her that you’ve got”.
“Alright...alright. I’m here with you”.
“That’s a Man” she giggled taking a bite of an apple.
“You seem to be very obstinate girl”. She broke out into smile at my absolving comment.
“I know that” she squeaked.
Our breakfast still under process and there were still few eatables left on the plates. In the middle of such conversations she happened to peek her eyes many a times at me. I didn’t knew the inner concept she got about me after that day. Precisely she was exceptionally right in whatever she wanted me to do so. She wanted me to write out a book. Perhaps she knew that would relief me from deep accumulative haunting thoughts that I was bearing in my heart. But I was absolutely with no initiation on my mind. She was humble and wonderful with me. She has got the every talents that one needed to be a well equipped girl. Isha, in search of studying Indian heritage whereas me on the other hand thrown into new world of scripting a book.
“Are you lost in something” she fumbled her hand at me.
I shrugged “no”.
By now the table laid only with empty plates.
“So, the breakfast is over now. Where to move out next” with my assertive tone.
“I guess we should move to library today, what do you say”.
“That’s great Idea”.
“So, do you have any Idea where’s the central library”.
“I know one place The Asiatic Society Mumbai”.
“Well then lets bang out the day” she hit enthusiastically.
We were placed with the bill book on the table. Managed to pay out the cost of breakfast. We walked off through the same way through the entrance of the restaurant. I made a way out first pushed out the glass door and Isha immediately followed out. We grooved our steps together. She halted her glance at me.
“What’s wrong” I inquired in doubt.
She said nothing but clung my hand to walk on. “What’s the address” she asked as we moved out through the subway that led us into the pedestrian way. We followed the stairs that finally landed us to the underground way. Tunnels of subway with head directions were the only directive method we could follow to get out.
“It’s in the Shahid Bhagat Singh Marg Fort”.
“Well, I have no little idea about such place. Which way do we go now” she squinted.
“Just keep following my way”.
Her hand still clinging on my arm. I could feel her tight grip of her soft palm. We were almost out of the pedestrian way climbing up above the stairs. So finally we were at the other side of the heavily traffic road. All we needed was to hire a taxi. I signalled one taxi raising my hand out. The cab immediately halted before us. I opened the door for Isha and let her get in first. I swiftly took beside her. I directed the driver to the exact location where were meant to go. With no delay we just accelerated. She carried nothing more than her handbag. Yet she looked completely materialised. Maybe it was the effect of her million dollar scent which she sprayed before getting out. Inside and outside I could only grasp the strong smell of her scent that violently spread into the air. Not only that, perhaps I was in a state of compromising things
“Yes! The deal is you are going to help me out in my project and I will process you out to write your love story” she said anxiously.
“What, you’re asking me to be a writer”.
“Yes I can see that. You love her a lot and you have intense love and affection which I can see” she squinted.
“No..way out. I can’t write”.
“Just try once” she commanded her voice.
“You can’t insist me to do that” taking a sip of my milk glass.
“Well then it’s fine. What’s the point of loving her so much when you couldn’t express your inner feelings to her”.
“Isha C’mon it’s not like that. She’s gone. She’s no more of mine. She’s got better person than me”.
“Show that better person that your love is a gift of God and the endless care for her that you’ve got”.
“Alright...alright. I’m here with you”.
“That’s a Man” she giggled taking a bite of an apple.
“You seem to be very obstinate girl”. She broke out into smile at my absolving comment.
“I know that” she squeaked.
Our breakfast still under process and there were still few eatables left on the plates. In the middle of such conversations she happened to peek her eyes many a times at me. I didn’t knew the inner concept she got about me after that day. Precisely she was exceptionally right in whatever she wanted me to do so. She wanted me to write out a book. Perhaps she knew that would relief me from deep accumulative haunting thoughts that I was bearing in my heart. But I was absolutely with no initiation on my mind. She was humble and wonderful with me. She has got the every talents that one needed to be a well equipped girl. Isha, in search of studying Indian heritage whereas me on the other hand thrown into new world of scripting a book.
“Are you lost in something” she fumbled her hand at me.
I shrugged “no”.
By now the table laid only with empty plates.
“So, the breakfast is over now. Where to move out next” with my assertive tone.
“I guess we should move to library today, what do you say”.
“That’s great Idea”.
“So, do you have any Idea where’s the central library”.
“I know one place The Asiatic Society Mumbai”.
“Well then lets bang out the day” she hit enthusiastically.
We were placed with the bill book on the table. Managed to pay out the cost of breakfast. We walked off through the same way through the entrance of the restaurant. I made a way out first pushed out the glass door and Isha immediately followed out. We grooved our steps together. She halted her glance at me.
“What’s wrong” I inquired in doubt.
She said nothing but clung my hand to walk on. “What’s the address” she asked as we moved out through the subway that led us into the pedestrian way. We followed the stairs that finally landed us to the underground way. Tunnels of subway with head directions were the only directive method we could follow to get out.
“It’s in the Shahid Bhagat Singh Marg Fort”.
“Well, I have no little idea about such place. Which way do we go now” she squinted.
“Just keep following my way”.
Her hand still clinging on my arm. I could feel her tight grip of her soft palm. We were almost out of the pedestrian way climbing up above the stairs. So finally we were at the other side of the heavily traffic road. All we needed was to hire a taxi. I signalled one taxi raising my hand out. The cab immediately halted before us. I opened the door for Isha and let her get in first. I swiftly took beside her. I directed the driver to the exact location where were meant to go. With no delay we just accelerated. She carried nothing more than her handbag. Yet she looked completely materialised. Maybe it was the effect of her million dollar scent which she sprayed before getting out. Inside and outside I could only grasp the strong smell of her scent that violently spread into the air. Not only that, perhaps I was in a state of compromising things
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