Part IV- Flashback contd...

I ran towards them, hugged them, answered their questions, reacted to Mom’s gossip about a distant cousin getting engaged, dad’s cribbing of getting the car from parking lot, mom’s counter cribbing on why to park the car so far, etc etc… I turned back to see what is he upto, but he already vanished. I sat in the car thinking was he for real or just that I missed him so much that I actually imagined him there. Its not a film going on and if he was for real then how can he just vanish without even saying a ‘hi’ to me. If he was there atleast he should have called or a normal ‘hello’ even with family like what Ajay devgan did in Yuva would not have harmed. Why doesn’t he watch hindi movies. I was upset with him and with myself, if it was my imagination. Whatever it is, I did not like it. I thought of SMS-ing him while I was on my way back home but then I had to check about his existence on the airport few minutes back so I kept myself occupied with questions and gossip dose coming from my parents and refused to text him. As soon I reached home and crashed down on my sofa my cell phone vibrated. I knew it was a msg and who was the
sender.

It read : I am waiting.
I replied : Wait is over, I am back in town.
1 new message received : You need to be back in my arms, irrespective of town. I am waiting outside your building.

Again there was a bungee jump by my heart. I informed my parents that I forgot my official cell phone in car and will be back in 10 min. I still couldn’t believe that he followed 30kms all the way from airport to my building. Even if he was not waiting down there, I can utilize the 10 min time for calling him and scolding him for such jokes. I wore my slippers and rushed down.

A sky blue wagonR was waiting down stairs a little away from my gate. I walked down towards the car, peeped through the window to check if it was his car. The fair complexion could not be missed even through the dark sun film of window during night time. I opened the door and sat next to him. His crisp white shirt and provogue belt confirmed that it was him on the airport and also that he was there for me. He was gazing at me endlessly. This time I could see straight into his twinkling eyes, could smell his perfume, can touch him, wanted to ask him why is he here. Confused what to do first, I just lowered the AC of his car and asked him ‘why were you wearing goggles at the airport?’

He answered with a child like innocence: Bcoz I didn’t want to miss a single chance of impressing you when u step down in the city. I wanted to be the first one you can see once you come back, I wanted to grab your attention anyhow. I was confused whether I look good with shades or without it so I took a chance of with shades as it was airport, its normal there. Now you can see me without shades here. By now I was done playing with AC and switched to music system. I was just flipping through the channels avoiding him to the max. I stopped at a frequency where a half sleepy man was trying to be seducing and solving love problem of nocturnal human beings with the help of love songs. I snapped back, "Gaurav Arora, don’t act smart with me, I noticed you at the airport. There was no need for you to come all the way to Thane". Why have you come here? Still concentrating at the dashboard.

Actually I came to check the effect of delhi water, air and boys on you. All 3 are quite harmful for you. I wanted to show you my new shades and also there was no date waiting for me tonight so I thought I’ll just check out the crowd at airport and I found you there.

I just changed the channel in anger and the song played

Aarzoo hai mere sapnon ki
Baitha rahoon teri baahon mein
Sirf tu mujhe chaahe ab
Itna asar ho meri aahon mein
Tu keh de haske to tod doon main rasmon ko
Marke bhi na bhooloon main teri kasmon ko
Main to aaya hoon yahan pe bas tere liye

As I was about to change, he held my hand I turned to him and before I could reply back to his nasty comments, before I could change the frequency, his cupid bow shaped lips had found its target. He held my face in both hands and kept on kissing me as if asking for compensation for every minute of the time I was in Delhi. His hands caressed my neck and thumbs on my cheek, now radiating heat due to my misadventures with AC and lack of experience in kissing, since it was my first one. For a second he stopped,blowed my hair falling on my face behind my ear and continued kissing my cheeks and lips. It was not the air he blowed but the love bestowed upon me. I wanted to love him back but was still scared to kiss on the lips. I kissed him on his smooth clean shaved cheeks holding a hand over his broad shoulders and neck. I could sense he was still very happy and his crooked smile turned into a full moon smile. His smile was killing and it did kill the time. I saw the time, gave a good bye peck on his cheek once again and before it could start all over again, I unlocked the door.

He said good bye but his eyes did not. I couldn’t feel anything till the time I reached the lift. Only thing that was going in my mind was the song….Dil ko tumse pyaar hua…the only last thing that registered in my mind.

I did not realize when the song ended and there were traffic updates. My bus almost reached my stop and thanks to my bus-mate pooja I got down at the right time. She was carrying the same Mumbai Mirror which I was asked to read. I thought If only Gaurav would come back and tell my receptionist that I can now write such articles, let alone making notes of it. I smiled, as I didn’t know if he was to come back but I knew such articles surely gonna come everyday and I cant run away. Neither from these articles nor from my receptionist. :)