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Authors: Ravinder Singh
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‘… And this is my sister Neeru and he is Girish—her best and only friend,’ she broke my gaze and thoughts to introduce me to two other people. I wondered how I didn’t notice them standing beside us. Was I so lost in her? Undoubtedly, I was.
I said hello to both of them, cracking some jokes to ease the sweet pressure which Khushi and I were feeling. Then we moved out of the exit channel towards the parking lot in search of the cab these guys had come to the airport in. Khushi was too shy to walk with me and she joined Neeru and Girish in looking for the cab. I followed at a distance, with my trolley. My condition was no different from her.
I wrote her a very short SMS, then, ‘You are damn hot!’
The next moment I saw her coming towards me from the other side of the exit, looking at something on her cellphone, probably reading my SMS.
When she reached me, she smiled.
‘Thanks,’ she said.
‘I love this. Whatever is happening. The excitement, the anxiety. And seeing you,’ I said.
And in her shyness, she turned away, her hair falling across her eyes again. Her complete attention was upon me, yet she was trying to escape my gaze.
‘Hey. Am I making sense? Or am I being stupid?’ I asked.
She laughed and turned back to me. She had a lot of teeth. ‘No you’re making sense, actually. It’s the same with me,’ she said, smiling.
Soon, Neeru and Girish appeared, pointing at the cab which was coming towards us. It became clear that I was expected to step into the cab first, and because of this I panicked.
Where should I sit? I asked myself. In the back, with her? But will it look good if I sit between the two sisters, pushing Girish to the front? Should I sit in front, then? Or should I sit in the back, but on the left, with Girish in middle and Khushi at the right. And her sister with the driver? No. No. What a mess! So many permutations and combinations to be solved in a second. It was beyond the abilities of my brain. Better sit up front, I thought. It was the easiest solution.
And in haste and alarm I got in beside the driver. ‘You fool. What is she going to think of you? Why didn’t you sit behind, beside her?’ my not-so-talented brain shouted at me the very next second. Damn! I was screwing up things with my stupidity. I was sitting apart from my own girlfriend.
Barely a minute later, I got a call on my cell. Mom calling.
‘Shit! She asked me to call her the moment I landed in Delhi. I forgot,’ I murmured as I took the call. ‘
Haanji
Mumma, I just came out of the airport,’ I said before she asked me anything.
‘I knew you will forget. Now tell me,’ she said
‘Tell me? What?’ I asked, though I knew she probably had a hundred questions for me, about Khushi, which I couldn’t answer because I was with them in the cab.
But she didn’t ask me all those questions. Just one, which summarized all of them, ‘So, are you happy?’
‘Oh Mom! I am … I am very happy,’ I replied quietly, looking outside the window.
‘Good. I just wanted to know that. I know you won’t want to talk to me at this moment. So you guys enjoy and we will talk later. All right?’
‘
Haanji
Mumma,
theek hai
. I will call you later. Bye.’
We were now on our way to the hotel, which I was to move into for slightly more than a day before I left for the US. I had no idea where this hotel was, nor did the cab driver. Khushi and Girishsaid they did but both were pointing in opposite directions. In other words no one had a clue. But we moved ahead thinking we’d soon ask somebody about the precise location.
What an evening that was! I was sitting beside the driver and behind me was my sweetheart, with Neeru in the middle and Girish on her right. The song selection on the radio seemed to be exceptionally good that day—romantic songs that Khushi and I could relate to—and we sat listening to them without saying anything, but smiling within.
These
‘… And this is my sister Neeru and he is Girish—her best and only friend,’ she broke my gaze and thoughts to introduce me to two other people. I wondered how I didn’t notice them standing beside us. Was I so lost in her? Undoubtedly, I was.
I said hello to both of them, cracking some jokes to ease the sweet pressure which Khushi and I were feeling. Then we moved out of the exit channel towards the parking lot in search of the cab these guys had come to the airport in. Khushi was too shy to walk with me and she joined Neeru and Girish in looking for the cab. I followed at a distance, with my trolley. My condition was no different from her.
I wrote her a very short SMS, then, ‘You are damn hot!’
The next moment I saw her coming towards me from the other side of the exit, looking at something on her cellphone, probably reading my SMS.
When she reached me, she smiled.
‘Thanks,’ she said.
‘I love this. Whatever is happening. The excitement, the anxiety. And seeing you,’ I said.
And in her shyness, she turned away, her hair falling across her eyes again. Her complete attention was upon me, yet she was trying to escape my gaze.
‘Hey. Am I making sense? Or am I being stupid?’ I asked.
She laughed and turned back to me. She had a lot of teeth. ‘No you’re making sense, actually. It’s the same with me,’ she said, smiling.
Soon, Neeru and Girish appeared, pointing at the cab which was coming towards us. It became clear that I was expected to step into the cab first, and because of this I panicked.
Where should I sit? I asked myself. In the back, with her? But will it look good if I sit between the two sisters, pushing Girish to the front? Should I sit in front, then? Or should I sit in the back, but on the left, with Girish in middle and Khushi at the right. And her sister with the driver? No. No. What a mess! So many permutations and combinations to be solved in a second. It was beyond the abilities of my brain. Better sit up front, I thought. It was the easiest solution.
And in haste and alarm I got in beside the driver. ‘You fool. What is she going to think of you? Why didn’t you sit behind, beside her?’ my not-so-talented brain shouted at me the very next second. Damn! I was screwing up things with my stupidity. I was sitting apart from my own girlfriend.
Barely a minute later, I got a call on my cell. Mom calling.
‘Shit! She asked me to call her the moment I landed in Delhi. I forgot,’ I murmured as I took the call. ‘
Haanji
Mumma, I just came out of the airport,’ I said before she asked me anything.
‘I knew you will forget. Now tell me,’ she said
‘Tell me? What?’ I asked, though I knew she probably had a hundred questions for me, about Khushi, which I couldn’t answer because I was with them in the cab.
But she didn’t ask me all those questions. Just one, which summarized all of them, ‘So, are you happy?’
‘Oh Mom! I am … I am very happy,’ I replied quietly, looking outside the window.
‘Good. I just wanted to know that. I know you won’t want to talk to me at this moment. So you guys enjoy and we will talk later. All right?’
‘
Haanji
Mumma,
theek hai
. I will call you later. Bye.’
We were now on our way to the hotel, which I was to move into for slightly more than a day before I left for the US. I had no idea where this hotel was, nor did the cab driver. Khushi and Girishsaid they did but both were pointing in opposite directions. In other words no one had a clue. But we moved ahead thinking we’d soon ask somebody about the precise location.
What an evening that was! I was sitting beside the driver and behind me was my sweetheart, with Neeru in the middle and Girish on her right. The song selection on the radio seemed to be exceptionally good that day—romantic songs that Khushi and I could relate to—and we sat listening to them without saying anything, but smiling within.
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