THE PERFECT REUNION
I again threw a glance at my watch. It was just ten minutes short to seven. The train which I was waiting for had already left the platform. I was standing just over the main gate of the station scanning each and every face that was coming outside. Everyone seemed to be in a hurry to get to his respective destination. The Auto walah’s were surrounding the whole station premises and calling every passenger with so humbleness as if they were offering a free ride to them. With every passing minute the number of passengers coming out of the gate was diminishing. My feeling of excitement was slowly turning into disappointment. Just standing there for almost an hour, looking at every outgoing passenger’s face made me feel like an idiot. I wondered, if the small kids standing by my side were actually laughing on their internal jokes or my condition. Finally, feeling sick of it all I decided to walk towards the platform for a quick look up. I must have raised just my second step and there she was……
Walking out of the gate with her cellphone in one hand and handbag in other. As always she was impeccably dressed in a maroon top and jeans with all her accessories, sandals, belt and even her nail polish matching her top’s color. (I always wonder how girls manage to do all such things. I mean they can find whatever they want in whichever color and pattern they desire. We boys on the other hand will always seem confused even if we have to buy a pair of socks.)
She was walking towards me with the grace of a swan. Her long strands of hair were somehow managing to frequently levitate even though there was no sign of breeze. Her straight, black hair were turning into curly springs towards the ends. The result of spending a few hours and a couple of grands at those top class unisex saloons. All the way she was wearing the same smile which I fell for during my college days two years back. The closer she was getting to me the bigger her smile was getting and her small steps turned into strides. I was so awe-struck looking at her that, I almost forgot that she was already in front of me.
‘Sorry, sorry, sorry…..’ the velvety voice finally broke my stargaze. (Why is it that no matter how angry u get on the girl you truly love and decide to be strict n grumpy. It’s just a matter of seconds and a simple sorry from them till all your anger vaporizes in thin air.)
‘Do you have any idea? I am waiting here since last one hour looking at every passing individual’s face and where on earth you were since the train left? And why is your cellphone not working?’ I started bombarding her with questions trying hard to look as angry as I can.
‘Actually I kind of got lost in the maze in there. Eleven platforms are not what we Nagpurkar’s are generally used to’, she said wryly.
‘Yeah, but I tried to call you innumerable times just to make sure that you are okay and what I got was “The number you are calling is currently switched off”’
‘That’s what the sorry was for sweetheart. You know I hate such long journeys and the songs on my cellphone were my only saving grace. I got lost in the music so much that I almost forgot that the cellphones battery has its span of life too’, she said trying to put the cellphone in her handbag.
‘Okay, excuse granted,’ I said sheepishly returning back to my normal happy-go-lucky mood.
‘So you are here for a few days and you haven’t got any bags with you?’,I asked.
‘I handed them over to Vishakha. She was supposed to disembark the train at Dadar where we will be staying so I thought it’s better to leave the bags with her,’ she said winking at me.
‘You really are so mean! How will that poor thing manage to carry the entire luggage herself? I am sure you both must be carrying at least two bags each, stuffed with cloths enough to fulfill a normal girl’s annual clothing needs’, I said with a huge grin.
‘Oh Hello! I didn’t ask her to carry them for me. She was the one adamant on it. And just to relieve your so called worry for that poor thing, her boyfriend is coming to pick her up from there.Happy?’ She said inflating her nostrils. An expression I wouldn’t have complained to die looking at.
‘Okay baba okay. I was just teasing you my bachha. I know you are not mean, If god decides to pick all the mean people up one by one, you will be the last person standing on earth,’ I said mockingly.
‘Ha Ha very funny, Mr. Sarcasm. So are we going to stand here and chat all night or going to do something to get a cab for some place better?’
‘Cab? Are you kidding me? You think I’ll let our dream date after a long time to be shared with a cab driver staring at us through the front mirror. Everything is arranged ma’am’, I said bursting with pride pointing at the red pulsar in the parking lot as if it were a Ducati. I had borrowed the bike from Chirag for a few days which he happily lent me considering his bhabhiji was going to ride on it. (One of those moments you feel really proud you have friends with bike.)
‘Wow! Supercool. Ahem ahem… someone’s made a really good first impression’, she said her eyes pointing at me. I felt like hovering a few inches above the ground.
‘So ma’am where would you like to go first’, I said faking an American accent poorly.
‘How should I know? It’s you who’s living in Mumbai since last one year not me. Suggest me a few places but first of all let’s just get some coffee somewhere. Each and every cell of my body is craving for some caffeine’, she said while I took the bike out of the parking stand....
-to be continued