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Like an open palace with free corridors,
roads like suspicious lovers going in and out, Connaught Place was our meeting point.
Under evening sun and afternoon winds we would meet there.
pigeons in their own orchestra danced in the sky,
I'm sad as the air felt filthy, but we still loved it.
Every time, despite millions visits, we would ask a street vendor or United Coffee House Guard how to reach a particular block, as we were forgotten lovers in each others' zeal.
Criss-crossing fingers, it felt like forever, and crossroad(s) , she tightened her grip around my hand.
Suddenly, a so called astrologer startled us, 'God has made you for each other, please buy these roses for her.'
Scared with the intruder, she longed for my arm
Somewhere inside, like a cheap lover, i thanked the intruder.
I didn't believe his words. I didn't believe in God.
We walked, window shopped, smelled books, played i hide and you seek without telling each other.
And, when we would found each other we would laugh with a mix of smile from ear to ear and almost hugged, almost kissed.
Near Embassy Hotel, a left turn from Odeon Cinema, we would take our machine brewed Chai, a grilled sandwich for me, an over-sized samosa for her.
Some begging children hauled around us, one had balloons, some had National paper flags, bunch of blue pens in one sand smudged hand and a shoe polishing kit on a tiny shoulder. They fought to give us blessings in exchange of their services, but we thanked them and continued our walk.
Accidentally we reached in K block, it was empty, silent, like a street connected but unconnected. A guard sat in front of an unfamous showroom, sad and shaky with his job looked at us with some eagerness.
'Can you please tell which side to take for N block?' i said.
He opened his mouth to chew his rested tobacco in his mouth and pointed in some South west direction, confused we went in opposite direction.
Drenched in sweat but not tired, as we were together, we found the N block.
I cursed, for who makes a book store in such a hidden position.
Oxford bookstore, famous in CP, we climbed its stairs and spell bound like Alice in wonderland i ran for books, but not leaving her.
Telling stories about this author and that book i made her look through every shelf which had books.
I was eager, my legs were shaking, her touch would make me shiver, skin, cold, soft and buttery. I have never been in such love. Never experienced such physicality. Was it good to feel like that? Was that happiness countable? Was those smiles, those imaginary sloppy kisses were correct?
I wanted to pee. I excused myself towards washroom.
My head like a fast moving ferris-wheel with emotions, uncontrolled happy anxieties while i stood in the washroom murmuring joyous sounds to myself.
A door opened and i saw you coming and with no second or first thought, actually with no thoughts at all, i slid my hand on your waist all the way to your back and kissed you on your lips.
Like a magic spell cast upon me, my heart hammered my chest so did yours, i can bet. I splashed water on my face to realise that it has happened, it is reality.
And, for rest of the evening we sat facing each other with shy smiles and glances and sipping coffee in an over crowded cafe.