HER ARRIVAL

As usual I reached Sholinganallur junction half an hour before to witness her arrival. Sholinganallur, the place which holds a galaxy full of unforgettable memories of my past and was the only meeting spot for our weekends. Searching for shade under burning summer I quickly stepped onto an ATM porch left to the junction towards ECR. Relaxing self a bit to couple of cold sips of water I quickly pulled my mobile out of my tight blue denim to check if any updates from her. There were couple of messages from her on WhatsApp read as,

“Jaan….”

“Trapped in heavy traffic”

And yes, at the end an unamused face emoji which she uses quite often. I have a very deep relation with that emoji, every time I see that from her, a smile blossoms on my face. Which is literally against the purpose of that emoji. I find it as a way of expressing innocence than expressing anxiety.

 With a smile on my face I called her number to ensure she does not feel lonely while travelling, a standard act of gratitude that both of us render to each other. Within couple of seconds of ring she picked up my call, as if she was waiting for her mobile to flash my name, again I could not listen her caller tune till the end.

“Jaan… I’m sorry.” She mourned instead of a welcoming “Hello”.

“Ha Ha, No problem. Where are you?” I asked with a sympathetic tone.

“I am just 10 more minutes away.” She replied with no time.

“OK, No Problem” I expressed my acceptance to her bad estimation yet again.

“Don’t hang up, be on call till I reach there” with a seductive voice she blabbered.

I offered a smile to her innocence request cum order.

“Have you eaten break-fast?” I asked out of care.

“As usual No, I’ll have with you in our regular hotel” with rapture she repeated her “NO” twice.

We had discovered Hotel Vasantham in Sholinganallur, a pure vegetarian South Indian hotel that serves delicious Upma and Paneer Dosa.

After few minutes of conversation, she paused.

“Anna, take left to junction and stop immediate in front of ATM” she guided her driver with a tiny voice.

“Be there, I am about to get down” this time she flagged her arrival to me.

A white Uber stopped in front of me with back door glassed down. Our eyes wedged with each other instantly through open glass of Uber back door. She was wearing a dark shade of Kajal with her favorite eye liner. I never understood, why does she wear them every time we meet? Even though they enhance her beauty to some extent, but I don’t love those pair of eyes for only seductive Kajal, I find them more enchanting being naked with no kajal and eye liner on.

Pausing breathe for a moment I rushed close to the cab. She was offering fare to the Uber driver.

“Hi..” she uttered with a smile staring at me with one hand raised towards driver holding cab fare.

“Step out” I asked holding the cab door open for her.

She was in a black pair of jeans with a new red sleeve less top which was re-modifying her whole attire, a pair of ear rings of my choice which I had given her on last week, with a wobbly plait. Stepping out of cab she pulled her black jeans a bit up to waist.

“sorry, made you wait again for long.” With her utmost innocence she offered her regression.

“What am I made for then?” I cracked a humor out of situation.

“By the way you look ravishing” I left no chance to appreciate her beauty.

“When did you get this red top?” My excitement punched me inside to vomit.

“Yesterday, from nearby shop to my home.” She replied with a huge smile on her face.

“Why sleeve less? I’ve never seen you wearing them though” I questioned again.

“My boyfriend loves trendy girls, so I am practicing to be one among them.” She countered as if had already known I would ask this question.

I grinned instantly as I loved her answer to the moon and back.

“But so far as I know, your boyfriend doesn’t want to see any one else in you?” I pulled her leg a bit in her own way.

“Neither I’ll let that happen.” She yelled with a mix emotion of anger and love.

“Then?” I encountered my next question.

“I just want to be the wildest dream of him and the only water to quench his thirst every time.”  with a little bit of shyness she said with her wild naughty voice.

I barely had any words left to utter after her. Be it her anger or love I always keep silence to observe. That’s how I have been brought up, being an observer than an adviser. I have lived some beautiful moments of my life observing her madness, Love, jealous, care and anger when she showers them only on me. 

After hypnotizing with her words, she stepped left to me to hold my hand. Intertwining her fingers with mine she grabbed tight my arm with her left palm. She was now in her favorite gesture and was completely equipped to start our day. Every time we meet, she comforts herself with this gesture before stepping an inch ahead. 

“So how hungry are you?” She sprinkled her word to bring me out of dream.

“I was, now I feel like being completely dined”  I replied shrugging my eyebrows up. 

“Stupid.” She murmured pressing my fingers tight. 

TO BE CONTINUED.....