I could not sleep whole night. Every now and then I was opening the blog in hope of finding any comment of her. But it didn't happen. In morning, I stepped towards the bus stop. I knew that she was not going to come but still I went first to Katwaria Sarai. I left two buses in hope that she might come but in vain. Finally I took a bus and reached office an hour late. As it was my last day there,I did not have much work. I completed the pending tasks and after wards kept on talking to other employees and in mean time I also kept checking the blog in hope of something from her.
Finally the office time was over and I was free to do whatever I wanted. I again went to Nehru Place and looked for her on the bus stop. I even wandered on the streets of Nehru Place in hope of finding her somewhere, looking at the face of each and every girl passing me. I knew that I was doing the silliest thing on Earth but I could not help myself.
Finally I dragged myself into the bus. There also I could not resist myself searching for her. I left my seat and I was inspecting from front to back of the bus at every stop. I was not conscious. Everything was happening by itself. I thought I have gone mad. People were staring at me. I had my ticket of returning home on 15th i.e 5 more days in Delhi. But I decided that I would leave Delhi tomorrow only. I had nothing left here. I felt failed for the first time in my life. Once it occurred to me that why am I being so serious? There was nothing between us, then why am I lamenting. My training was over and I was returning home and so I had every reason to cheer. But this was of no help. I felt like screaming. I was out of my senses.
Bus reached her stop. I decided to leave the bus here only, still in some hope.I looked around, but she was not there. I looked towards the bus and gave a sigh thinking that perhaps I was seeing it for the last time. With heavy legs, I walked away. I again reached the same turn in the road but this time I was sure which path I had to take. I started moving towards my hostel.
Suddenly I found that my purse was missing. I looked around and searched my pocket and my bag twice. Finally I realized that someone picked my pocket in the bus. ohh God! A new problem.
I was more disheartened. I kicked a stone lying near my foot and spoke out louder in anger,
"kamino, tumhe main hi mila tha? you sonovab**ch, pickpocketers..."
"aajkal ye log badi manmani karne lage hain". A voice came.
"haan haan aajkal inki himmat bahot badh gayi.....". Wait a minute, this was the same line which I used to start talk with her on the first day. I turned around to see who it was. It was Priya! Oh my God! She was standing right in front of me with a smiling face. I was going to die out of ecstasy. But I kept a serious expression on my face and said,
"Are you following me?"
"Yes".She replied with a smile.
"I don't like girls who hang behind boys. Ek... sharif ladka dikha nahi....... ki peechhe par gayi......" I was stammering, my eyes going moist.
"But I am not of that type."She replied with moist eyes and smiling face.
"I don't want to listen." I said trying hard to show artificial anger and trying harder to resist my tears.
"You dumbo!".She burst into tears and almost ran into my arms. We hugged while tears tickled down from our eyes.
"You idiot! You keep everything telling to the world"
"ohh! only my friends know it. I have given the url only to them."
"And can't you even put your contact number there."
"Oh I forgot!"
"But never ever dare to forget me."
"Never",I tightened my arms around her while looking into her innocent eyes.
And thus my this day ended. What you said?..... Want to know more....
Leave at least something yaar! I am not going to tell you anymore. Samajha karo :P
And one more thing, Don't disturb me tomorrow. We are going out together. Oops! I did it again :P