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moments of silence only added to the beauty of the songs. I tried to see her in the rearview mirror but, every time, I’d only find Girish’s funny face and he would raise his eyebrows, mocking me.
Soon, however, our formal demeanor gave way to a more casual one and we started talking about each other, at times pulling each other’s leg, recalling some stupid incidents out of the blue and spicing them up as we narrated them. Khushi became an easy target for both Neeru and Girish and they mimicked her embarrassment that day, before seeing me. We were shouting and partying in the cab with the patties and the pastries they had brought.
‘
Yeh lo, ladki vaalon ki taraf se
,’ Girish said offering me the box of pastries.
We were in a jolly mood and, adding to the delight, it started drizzling outside. Shouting, laughing, going crazy to those peppy numbers, we were having a gala time in the cab. On a few occasions, secretly, she pinched me from behind, and I just loved that.
For more than an hour and a half, we hunted for my hotel on the streets of Delhi. And, more than anybody (even me), Khushi was concerned about this. According to her, I was tired from my journey and needed some rest, but I wondered why I didn’t feel that way.
It was around 7.30 in the evening when we finally reached the Qutub Din hotel, in the vicinity of the Qutub Minar, thanks to the chaiwalas and paanwalas. We all entered the hotel and, at the reception, I checked out my booking.
‘Room no. 301. That way, sir. The boy will bring your luggage in,’ said a man with a huge moustache, at the reception counter.
‘All right,’ I said and we all headed towards 301, everyone following me.
Neeru and Girish were talking to each other in whispers when Khushi said something to me, very politely
‘Can you walk a little slower? You’ve left me behind.’
And I realized why people say that girls are far more mature than guys. I was a fool, earlier, leaving her on the backseat of the cab and taking the front one. And here, again, I was walking alone, leaving her behind. I started panicking, not knowing how to handle such situations. I was a boyfriend for the first time. A fresher in the school of romance.
‘God! Please help me,’ I muttered and decelerated.
She came closer to me and said, ‘Now you’re not alone. You have a girl in your life. So walk beside her.’
Behind us, Neeru and Girish smiled naughtily.
‘Won’t they leave us alone for a while?’ I thought. But how could they hear my thoughts? They kept following us.
We were at 301. I opened the door to my room and we all went in.
The room was well lit. A small table, with a telephone and a flower vase, separating the two beds. Nice bed-sheets. There was a telephone directory and a menu beside the TV set, across from the beds. A giant mirror on the wall in front of us which reflected the entire room, including those two beds and a cupboard near the entrance. Beside the mirror, there was a door to the washroom.
‘Hmm … This is good,’ I announced.
‘Yeah’, ‘Yup’, ‘Hmm …’ the people surrounding me murmured. Then, Girish started his survey of the room, analysing everything and telling me the good and the bad.
‘Thanks Girish,’ I said, when he had finished. ‘Anytime,’ he acknowledged.
After which I wanted to ask him just one more question—‘So when are you going to leave us alone, for heaven’s sake!?’ Instead, I just kept mum, hoping my eyes would do the talking. And Neeru finally understood that they should better leave us alone for a while. She whispered to Girish and I don’t know what was making the three of them look at each other and smile. I hoped they were not joking about me.
‘We are going to a nearby place to have something. If you guys want, we can get something for you,’ Girish said, moving towards the door with Neeru.
‘No. I’m stuffed,’ I said. ‘Wow! At last,’ I thought.
‘Girish, if we need something, I will call you
Soon, however, our formal demeanor gave way to a more casual one and we started talking about each other, at times pulling each other’s leg, recalling some stupid incidents out of the blue and spicing them up as we narrated them. Khushi became an easy target for both Neeru and Girish and they mimicked her embarrassment that day, before seeing me. We were shouting and partying in the cab with the patties and the pastries they had brought.
‘
Yeh lo, ladki vaalon ki taraf se
,’ Girish said offering me the box of pastries.
We were in a jolly mood and, adding to the delight, it started drizzling outside. Shouting, laughing, going crazy to those peppy numbers, we were having a gala time in the cab. On a few occasions, secretly, she pinched me from behind, and I just loved that.
For more than an hour and a half, we hunted for my hotel on the streets of Delhi. And, more than anybody (even me), Khushi was concerned about this. According to her, I was tired from my journey and needed some rest, but I wondered why I didn’t feel that way.
It was around 7.30 in the evening when we finally reached the Qutub Din hotel, in the vicinity of the Qutub Minar, thanks to the chaiwalas and paanwalas. We all entered the hotel and, at the reception, I checked out my booking.
‘Room no. 301. That way, sir. The boy will bring your luggage in,’ said a man with a huge moustache, at the reception counter.
‘All right,’ I said and we all headed towards 301, everyone following me.
Neeru and Girish were talking to each other in whispers when Khushi said something to me, very politely
‘Can you walk a little slower? You’ve left me behind.’
And I realized why people say that girls are far more mature than guys. I was a fool, earlier, leaving her on the backseat of the cab and taking the front one. And here, again, I was walking alone, leaving her behind. I started panicking, not knowing how to handle such situations. I was a boyfriend for the first time. A fresher in the school of romance.
‘God! Please help me,’ I muttered and decelerated.
She came closer to me and said, ‘Now you’re not alone. You have a girl in your life. So walk beside her.’
Behind us, Neeru and Girish smiled naughtily.
‘Won’t they leave us alone for a while?’ I thought. But how could they hear my thoughts? They kept following us.
We were at 301. I opened the door to my room and we all went in.
The room was well lit. A small table, with a telephone and a flower vase, separating the two beds. Nice bed-sheets. There was a telephone directory and a menu beside the TV set, across from the beds. A giant mirror on the wall in front of us which reflected the entire room, including those two beds and a cupboard near the entrance. Beside the mirror, there was a door to the washroom.
‘Hmm … This is good,’ I announced.
‘Yeah’, ‘Yup’, ‘Hmm …’ the people surrounding me murmured. Then, Girish started his survey of the room, analysing everything and telling me the good and the bad.
‘Thanks Girish,’ I said, when he had finished. ‘Anytime,’ he acknowledged.
After which I wanted to ask him just one more question—‘So when are you going to leave us alone, for heaven’s sake!?’ Instead, I just kept mum, hoping my eyes would do the talking. And Neeru finally understood that they should better leave us alone for a while. She whispered to Girish and I don’t know what was making the three of them look at each other and smile. I hoped they were not joking about me.
‘We are going to a nearby place to have something. If you guys want, we can get something for you,’ Girish said, moving towards the door with Neeru.
‘No. I’m stuffed,’ I said. ‘Wow! At last,’ I thought.
‘Girish, if we need something, I will call you
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