When did this Happen: Adult?

How many times have you woken up realizing that you are an Adult? Adulthood comes with lot of responsibilities, you just cant wake up any where and everywhere. When you are an adult, you prefer to wake up in a familiar environment and in your own bed.

Its July and it sucks being an adult, another half year has passed and your brains starts the marathon of still To- Do list left for the year. Earlier I would have said Relax! , but no more as an Adult can I say Oh! five months  to New Year party.

Really five months that means 150 days, that's too much to do anything. The list includes getting married, keep working on losing weight, read books, move to organic stuff or healthy living, you know what I mean, read better books- start with Ignited Minds, start something - dont know yet what?, learn something - too old!. Life is pretty much running at its speed to complete the list. But how I just forgot to mention to fall in love in this list.

Well Love?? do I still believe that Love exists. Reminds me of the post from HNY which said "the more I fall in love, the less sure I am about it". Tried falling in love with people, places and passion, the only thing left is to fall in love with oneself.

So when on an early Wednesday morning 6:30am (IST) you get a call from across the globe and you just pause. Well the planning for next 5 months come to a halt, things will look different now. When did this happen, we actually became adults, it only started with paying our bills and now we pay for our mistakes as well.


You got to be responsible- Seriously??  Cant we turn back , its like going through second school where you only move forward one class after the other, completing the race.




You just can't stop being an adult and it Sucks!

Why Mumbai?

Life is strange and we all know it , but we just dont know how strange it can get. So what do you answer when somebody asks you Why Mumbai? 

On any sunny day I would have been in a defensive mode and answered well, but on a day like this I answered, well I dont know most of the Why's in my life. I wish I knew. And then on a normal tuesday without a bottle of wine I chose to reply I have come here to fall in love.

Love?  Its like those people who go to Netherlands to find a spiritual teacher and not to Himalayas.

I smiled , well I think when you are not thirty but almost thirty and you dont believe in love love ... but more in falling love with yourself all over again. Its like that relationship when your ex returns and you dont want to have him but also not let him go.

Oh , so I am sure your work might be keeping you busy,your work sounds exciting?

Yeah it sounds exciting. Lot of excitement, its kept me busy , really busy, so busy that 7 years passed

Are you being sarcastic?

No, great-full.

So what exciting are you doing in this city?

I got myself on Tinder, 

Are you serious 'Tinder'?

Well that was the most easily accessible app, but the excitement died soon, most of them were part of a common army known as MODI army

Listen I dont give a damn about China , Korea or how he does as a PM?

Yeah well, I have also stop asking this question.

So Why Mumbai?

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hmmmm.......

I will get back soon to answer this

The cheapness of a cheap wine

This what cheap wine does to you, the more less you want to pay for a cheap wine the more cheapness you regret the next morning because that cheap wine makes you do all cheap things the same night.

You wake up with the thought I am 27 and every time I do the same mistake which most of us wine drinkers do, calling the right numbers and wrong people. The story doesn’t end there, there is a certain kind of enlightenment that comes from within after drinking cheap wine. And todays enlightenment is that what goes around comes around.  No,  not wrong people infact even they do, just when all this while I thought that there are enough people around who think and work alike and that I just refused to spend time or even talk to a fair rich real estate agent. And suddenly all those think alike people with whom there would be so much to discuss but no time.

Depend where you are coming from, you don’t get up everyday with thanking your stars. When a happening Friday night makes you wake up to a lonely life. And hello I am here in no way cribbing about being single in mad city. Sometimes you don’t want to be with yourself, that’s it. 

Letter to Babaji

Dear Babaji, 

I am writing to you to kindly take this mail seriously, please acknowledge receipt.

You are my favorite and you know that I am my favorite. But with a recent turn off events with you sending such people I am wondering what’s going on. Babaji you really need to stop playing hide and seek with me, seriously I wonder after traveling almost to every corner of the country and Abroad where have you hid that one intelligent guy.

And if you have left that task on me I want to ask you, have you ever visited a club? Half of the men there are gay and other half engaged . So what do you expect now?

My life has been very happening till now until recently when my parents have thought of putting an end to this happening party by getting me into a contract. Now as far as the matter is of getting into contract it’s not that bad but I am a little skeptical of getting into a contract with people of the same biradri.  No offence babaji but you only tell me how dramatic are the people from this community. Forget anyone else my own mother is a super drama queen anyone outside of the biradri is madrasi for her.

 The agony doesn’t end there my brothers and sisters have a long guest list and song list in their mind and just because of that it has to be a Big Punjabi  Vyaah they can’t think of a sophisticated simple marriage. My uncles and brothers have been tankers and they think this is the perfect way of returning the favor by having unlimited booze on atleast the cocktail.

Not only this babaji it takes lot of courage to tell people why you are still single when Simmo Vimmo and Kammo are married and raising babies. Everyone has a boy suggestion to make like telling what is a best married course one should apply for. And when they ask me what I do and I say human rights they think it is something to do with the dharna king,  two month chief minister of the state.

Babaji I humbly request you to put an end to this suffering and please send a person who understands the intent of this letter and laughs at it.

Yours favorite,

Mad Punjabi Girl. 

The Bustop !

Some good years back three convent school girls in their salwar kameez and starched dupatta were waiting for DTC bus at the bus stop. One of them took out her neatly covered in brown paper with name sticker rough note book. She opened the last page and took out a natraj pencil from her pencil box (then what ever written in pencil could be easily erased). They wrote qualities of a nice guy:they wrote fair, smart, handsome and convent educated. They had also picked boys at the bus stop ( well easier picking boys then), i mean selected convent boys who were waiting at the same bus stop. The naughty one jumping around with silky hair was every ones favourite. But one girl differed she picked the one wearing specs and reading goosebumps early morning. The other two made fun of her and taunted her saying he is an uncle, she replied that she likes serious , quite and mature guys. After few years when they attended the farewell party with the same convent boys they discovered convent boys are no more interested in convent girls . Except a few, which then went on to become school romance love stories.

Soon after school and in the second year of college waiting with a male friend on the bus stop, the convent educated girl was in a discussion. Though blushing she told him she would only date a guy who has a car and not make her walk or wait at a bus stop. The guy laughed and said look for men who are not studying, because all the cars outside college were not the cars of the boys but their father's. Well he had  a point to make. And still all you wanted was a nice guy who is good with you and takes you to parties in his car and later if you are lucky you get married to him and then the car either comes as a dowry or if he does well in his papa's business.

But if you cross that and then take a bus to office everyday. Morning and evening you wait for the bus, sometimes run behind them on roads and travel with all kinds of fellows. You actually realize the importance of your hard earned money.  And then in your office where there are men in more proportion to women and some real gentleman. After work when you go out for coffee or drinks with these men you realize there is a boy still in them who has refused to grow up. Its fun to be around such boys,  who are in transition.Its fine to date them but who wants to marry them? Let Mummy Papa find a nice guy with a good package and his own car.

It is only with buses that one goes, and the other one comes, because real men don't come again and again. Then you hope for a man , who takes care of you ( this need of being taken care by someone), actually waiting at a bus stop your mom calls you and sends you the photos of boys who have turned into a man and ready to take the plunge.  

Then when you meet a man some two bus stops away from your home. Sitting infront of him you wonder wether he matches the list written in your brown notebook, or the guy you discussed in college. And you realize that maybe i have not grown i am still that girl looking for a boy at heart in a man's body. 

The Mad Girl's friday night poem from a bar

Brain is stoned
and heart is fucked

My hands are cold and
so are my words

Eyes are dry,
vodka flows out

There is lot of background music in life
and lot of lyrics that run that run through my mind

In the process of knowing myself
i want to be unknown to others

I just wondered what has happened to me
and applied some whisky and brains
and realized ' life'  happened to me

The conversation between heart and brain of Mad Girl

Brain: I am warning you stay single

Heart:  no! no! this time I am not even looking. I need a break.

Brain: Is this a no or a yes. ?

Heart: My brain and heart say no no

Brain: I hope you are not even looking, this  guy fits 50% of the criteria, but remember not 80-100% I hope you have not fallen?

Heart: No! no! I know, I have done that before, won’t do it again, these 60% only take the breath away, don’t even let you (brain) function and choke the wind pipe.

Brain: Why are you thumping so fast and sending more blood to the cheeks they are resembling you in color

Heart:  Can’t I be happy also? I am not doing any harm to others or to myself.

Brain: Listen stop overpowering me, we are not letting her type that message

Heart: It’s just a message, no harm. The network doesn’t work in this area, let her be happy with a message

Brain: Listen from message to bed is not a long route

Heart:  Shit you actually have a dirty mind, where do you reach. It’s just a message. You are sick!

Brain: I better not be sick, because you will take over

Heart: Dear Brain stop functioning for some time, because if you do she won’t fall in love, she needs love right now.

Brain: All she needs is wisdom, which I can give. Please you  stop functioning.

Heart: Brain dead , she is alive on ventilator, heart dead , she will die a virgin

Brain: Listen can’t you see he is a fool , he has the same qualities as other boys

Heart: No he smells better than others

Brain: Do you only smell that, cant you smell the danger

Heart: It’s okay I will manage

Brain: you have not been able to manage before.

Heart: Arrey, I tried but it takes time to form a heart to heart connection. I was almost going to jump from the eyes, but the good smelling guy shut his eyes.

Brain: Because his brains are smart and his heart follows the brain

 Heart: I would have fallen from the eyes but he was wearing ray ban

Brain: I am very firm, it is a strict ‘no’ from my side

Heart: I would say take the chance

Brain: I won’t be responsible if this heart breaks, there is no insurance clause for heart breaks.

Heart: It’s okay, every love story brain has doubted

Heart: I am finish, this can’t be true

Brain: Fir shuru nautanki…….

The Single Sad Girl in the Mad City

Sitting on my computer in the middle of an important memorandum i am drafting or say in the midst of my life I wonder ' where do girls get boys' . Having hit the bars, coffee shops, book store, god homes, parks , I still don't get the answer. Okay this is not only my story, but the story of all singles in the Mad City, we just don't know where to look out for good (that we decide later) atleast tolerable people.

Recently someone told me she tried these matrimonial website, she just couldn't believe such genre of people exists. Those she liked rejected her request and the ones she would never would even think of even if they were single last man on earth, kept sending her requests, infact one of the mother of the boys called also, later she requested the girl to give her daughter an internship under her. Well another one said she recently came across a boy, who's so called matrimonial bio data was got to her by her parents and the guy wrote that he is looking for fair, affectionate girl. Now she looked at her bitch and wondered wether the proposal was for the bitch named Laila or herself.

The burden of your parents turning old without a son in law is not enough to kill you,  when your brothers and sisters give you a cut off date. After reading a zillion of love stories and watching atleast two romantic movies per week, no matter how much you encourage yourself  the next day you are sitting in the bus and crying to yourself looking around for a tissue, but nobody comes and you select a corner of your dupatta blow your nose and wipe your tears.

Then all those chocolates and wine bottles and jagjit songs is only what you get. You look up the sky because somebody has forgotten to look down on you. And if by mistake you do get some what tolerable people these new terms of commitment phobia and soul searching kills the romance even before it starts. Now the expiry date of relationships are as long as the bottle of milk in your fridge.

 And this weather makes it worse when you overly dress up but you know no one will be there to put a hat on your head or a muffler around your neck you have to pack and unpack yourself. You sit close to the fire and wish you die . but whats the point if you die nothing will come atleast right now options are open.

Suddenly its winters

Suddenly its winters, like till last week you could enjoy a beer or wear that short dress and today as if the chill is hitting my spine. Winters are here !  The dark gloomy weather which make you regret not having a tall dark and handsome, is here. My friend Mr. AA once said you know its winter, when you regret your single status. Well its true, Delhi winters are too beautiful, you do miss the company of someone special and miss sharing same cup of chai or coffee, apart from your bed , you enjoy lying down in the park and just staring up and planning the whole day, but hate to move. 

I  hear people missing Delhi winters, like missing wearing layers of clothes and over priced over coats and those dream boots which you only see in hollywood movies. Is that what you miss?  Somebody said  its the love that they miss the most, but you cant do  much in winters. Then I came across this conversation by yet another girl in the Mad City, who was trying to convince her boyfriend what it is to be loved in winters. 

Girl: Hey  you remember this day last week we kissed

boy: yes, our first kiss

G: exactly, our first kiss, you remembered 

B: but i preferred the one on bed

G:yes that was fun too, but that was the first one, the most romantic one in the park

b: 14th November is the day!

G: yeah exactly one month when you said I love you

b: Is it? its sachin's final test match

g: ohh so you remember sachin, not me

b: because its my final chance to say I love you to him . To you i said love you next day also and last night also

g: yeah that one was the first one at the airport, just before I  boarded the flight, I couldn't believe my ears and those four hours were the worst. All i wanted to do was jump out of the plane  to get a network and hear again

B:Do you girls have a digital clock and calendar fit into you

G: No we are just thorough with calenders and date. imagine if we screw our dates, who will be at a loss .

The girl in the Mad City: Remembering the Past

In the Mad House we have a trend of artificial emergencies which are created when the boss leaves and returns from a trip. Before he leaves we count each and evey minute and second for the time to rejoice. And after his return each minute and second rejoice on the clock as time never pass.

Earlier we use to thank god because when he use to leave that meant no panic phone calls but with the growth of technology he thanks god because where ever he goes it follows. On a trip there are certain days where world comes to an end, for that Miss R. is informed before hand and she gathers everyone, clearly calculatng the time zones well, we all stand in a cue, and all get their fair share and this time its only one side talking your answers have to be a minimal words. Also each every person is asked to keep a check on the person standing next to them. So part of your work includes that you make sure others complete their task. When I was asked to make certain calls, my seniors were asked to make calls to me. No matter wether the trip was national or international , every call use to end with an overall organisation assesment on return.

We never knew how it was possible but boss use to fly over traffic and reach office before given time. Then started a long day, no matter it was a saturday or sunday, 9 am or 5pm, we all use to be ready. But worst was no matter what preperations you do, you will always be asked what you are not prepared with. And then no point arguing you had to feel as a failure, as if you knew everything but you couldnt answer. In time we realized its better to fail because only one can win.

The return use to be grand as if labour pains started, everyone dressed but stressed. Often outside one chamber was a long cue of waiting people waiting for their names to be called. We avoided individual confrontations and often went in company.

I can still feel the tremors, can I stop getting goosebumps when I hear that ringtone. 

The girl in the Mad City: An introduction

In every sip of that wine today I looked at the boxes infront of me, here I was five years later, with a zillion of memories and one mail. I had resisted change for a while , it was as if people were pushing me off the cliff.

Here I had a mad boss, the mad people and some mad friends. But in time I realized that if you are mad you will bump into mad people every where. Here starts the second phase of madness , the mad girl has left the house and and is now roaming on the streets of Mad City, with lot of stories to tell.

The journey from here is going to be even better from what it was, here I am  searching for accidental husbands and love stories untold.  Earlier I thought you are either in love or you are not , but now I understand the third category which is 'its complicated'.

Its complicated because we never go by rules, we make our own stories. We never learn from our mistakes because we believe in making  more mistakes. These are actually not mistakes these are bed time stories for your grand kids. They should get to know how after all they got their grand father and which were probably good potential grand fathers.

Here we go out in Mad City exploring madness and love...... chalo chalen......

Right There Where You Left-IV

Girl:No not again, I don't want to pack the memories again
Boy: Dear, do you have a choice?
Girl: It is so hard to forget
Boy: But it was worth, atleast you have the memories
Girl: What will I do of them, instead of tears what will they give me
Boy: Tell me what was one good thing, worth remembering
Girl: We both liked the movie before sunrise and after sunset
Boy: And now
Girl: Now I have to agree with every other fool who thought Titanic was romantic


Boy: So when is the most you miss him
Girl: Earlier it was when it rained
Boy: Now
Girl: Time between sunrise and sunset
Boy: And after sunset
Girl: Then I have the company of the wine

Boy: Will u be able to love again
Girl: I dont know what love means now
Boy: Dont be so harsh on yourself
Girl" Every time I tell my heart its worth giving a try, the heart replies , you said that last time also.
Boy: Some one will come and you will realize why it didn't work with others
Girl: I am tired of working with others, if a guy has to keep you he will make the efforts.

Right there where you left -III

Friend 1: Listen ..... I think everything is gonna change!!
Friend 2: What is gonna change?
Friend 1: Maybe me.... Maybe you!!!
Friend2: Nothing is gonna change
Friend 1: Okay....


Friend 1: Listen.... Everything changed?
Friend2: What has changed?
Friend1: The colour of your shirts and the people in our lives...
Friend 2: That is good, change should happen

Friend1: Listen..... I think everything changed
Friend 2: What changed?
Friend 1: Even to throw a book at your face, I have to use facebook
Friend2: But it did hit me on face







Friend2: Listen.....you were right everything was changing
Friend 1: What changed for you?
Friend2: I dont have you anymore to tell me about the change.

Right there where you left- II

I am not a good person but I dont like the company of bad people.

You dont even know how nice the whisky taste because you still hung on that cheap wine.

Ofcorse I am happy that you have developed new tastes but honestly the dal chawal are still better.

I have a story to tell you only if you have time to listen.

The season of mangoes are long gone and the season for partying starts.

Lets make peace and not war, because a few years from now, I would still like to share stories over tea.

Right There Where You Left

Its not that I dont have time for you its just that there is no time at this stage in life and if you think that after walking a few miles ahead of me or on a different road and you come back and to the point where you left, you might not find me.

If you think that there is lot of time to cook and eat together which you can do after few months, but you dont get mangoes in winters.

And if you think that those stupid jokes we will laugh together but what if life becomes a joke.

We are wrong in some ways but if not now, we wont get a chance to change this wrong into right.

Complementing each others snotty nature is fine but we cant compliment snotty people on our sides.

So when you stop liking desi khanna and prefer italian dancing think that this is a temporary phase in your life and maybe one day the time will come to go back to the place Right  there where you left.... because, growing up together is easy but growing apart is difficult.

We all have rules in life

We all have rules in life,what are these rules and who makes them?  Do we make rules based on our preceptions cultures and experiences?

Some weired rules in life; never party with colleagues, never date your friends ex., I am not going to eat non veg on tuesday-thursday, I will marry a person of the same caste, I will not marry the person of same profession, I want someone who earns more than me and the list goes on.

But how many times do we follow these rules? Do we follow them everyday,once a month or once a year? Sometimes these rules in our life become the seeds of secrets. All of us have secrets.

Have you not even once thought of breaking a rule and entering into the no entry zone, ofcorse all of us have cheated ourself once or twice! But never have we been able to identify that makes us break rules more often than following them. Do we break rules according to our convience. Do we break rules if someone comes or leaves our lives

When rules dominate our lives , we try enforcing on others or atleast influencing others.  Where do they come to us, sometimes nobody gets to know of our rules and they think of us as rigid. Do we change our rules in life or are they are like new year resolutions. 

And when we alter  rules in our life do we pay a price. And the baggage of these rules overburden us.

Do we select area of life where we have these rules.  Maybe rules at work, rules for marriage, rules in a relationship, rules for life. But when we have these rules do we follow our heart. Can you actually go with the flow when you follow rules.

So take out your diaries write down those rules see where they come from and where you would like them to go with you. But the fact is life is too short for rules  and to long for regrets.

Adulthood Means Lot of Responsibility

Being an adult doesn't mean you have the brains and driving license,
it means a bag full of responsibilities.

Being adult means wether you like it or not you have to take the responsibility of your life, your house, car, tubelights, taps, boys and girls.

Being an adult doesn't only gives you the license to drink on week days it gives you more situations where you say, 'why did I drink'

Being an adult doesnt only make you lie but you often speak truth to yourself.You have to face truth more often than lies

Being an adult is not only about new cars, jobs, houses but about old friends, parents and pets

Being an adult you have to forgive more and forget less.

Being an adult is being an adult,  you like it or not...
 

You, Me and Elvis Presley - Part I

   

Best pic of lovers in rain, though this story is based in Cal

This sunday when i woke, i started scribbling something. I read lot of fiction books and here comes my fictional story.

Its raining cats and dogs and I am wearing my red heels with my black dress, holding my umbrella. I can see a guy just standing two feet away staring at me, he is not any usual american, you get to know, he has dark hair, probably he is an asian and then giving a stare back thinking that well all Indian men are like this staring at women is a habit. And when I give a second stare I realise its a familiar face. Here in rain, in America, in Cal an Indian. You finally smile, you have recognized me and you start walking towards me. Whenever any such situation comes in my life, I turn filmi and I recall the hindi filmi dialogue “ well this had to happen , after all we are meeting”. You were there infornt of me, years had passed that smile was same You walked in the same style with that smile and i mange to smile back. All Indians help other Indians in an unknown country. So i asked how are you, what are you doing here? I didnt wanted to say its a pleasant surprise. Because it was no more a plesant surprise seeing you when i least expect. And I am no more that single girl who could say that. And then we have met again and again in different countries in similar situations. You raised your hands in excitement to hug me, I hesitate but then I hug you back a small one. Last time I has hugged you when you outside Russell Square Tube Station, you were so surprised, you took a step back.  And in Delhi I was so taken a back that I almost didnt react when you hugged me at the Thai restaurant.
But its a common situation when you see a known face in an unknown country.The rain was getting heavy and you were still smiling, I invite you for a coffee because we Indians believe in hospiatality. You are still smiling and you dont have words, by mistake my red heels step on your blue shoes and instead of saying something you start singing Elvis: “Don't step on my blue suede shoes”. Very funny, you know when to add humour . I can see you are still checking me out, My heels , my bag, my dress , my umbrella. But this is still better because in India I have caught you staring at wrong places. Remembering this I smile and this brings back all the memories of you, over the years we have shared, in different countries.

We walk to the coffee shop down the road, i try sharing my umbrella with you and you are still smiling rubbing your nose with the sleeves of your shirt, you did the same thing in London when it was freezing cold and you had a running nose, you didnt had a tissue and you wiped your nose with your overcoat. I am smiling thinking why again we meet, or yet again we meet, this story has lot of twists and turns but then suddenly I look at the sparkling diamond on my finger. And the smile turns down, whats happening i think to myself but i have certain ethics, i would have never turned down any Indian in this foreign land and after all i know you. It brings back the memories of the night in Delhi and the promise I made to myself to not meet you again in my life. But this story sure has something because this is the zillionth time I am meeting you, after regretting 9 out of 10 times. Anyway now that I have invited you for coffee I can ask you whats happening in your life and what brings you to Cal.

I keep my umbrella at the enterance of the coffee shop, walking in my red heels on the slippery floor and suddenly I slip, Thank God you were walking behind me and you caught my hand. This time we are not intentionally holding hands, the our story is making us hold hands. In Delhi we got drunk just to act drunkards to hold hands . You pull a chair for me and ask me to sit, still holding my hand, you have held it so tight that the diamond on my finger is hurting, reminding me some thing. I sit and try releasing my hand. I think we have grown over the years because now the feeling of you holding my hand is not the same. You come and sit across the table and to end the formal air between us I cant stop myself and ask you... Itni Tameez kahan se aagaye (Where did you get these manners from). You smile and reply I was always like this , you never took me seriously. I look away pretending to call the girl behind the counter. And i think to myself if you were always like this then why did i not ever see the good side of you. Forget it I smile realizing to myself though I knew you were like this i had accepted it and it was fine with me. The coffe shop's CD player is playing Elvis again: Don't Be Cruel. I smile Elvis , you and me, we have a strong connection.

You place the order for two Capcuinno, and one blue berry muffin. I look upto you and think to myself are you thinking of sharing the muffin like before. I sweetly smile and ask for a chocolate one. You remembered even after years that we ate blueberry muffin. Do you remember the first time we met in that flight from Mumbai to Delhi, Oh God that same smile of yours and I offered you my half eaten muffin and you accepted. We were strangers then. But even that time there was something between us. But again you did exactly what I expected smile and shrugged your shoulder , I knew you wanted to say the usual lines, do whatever you feel like or your wish. SO i finally ask you “ What brings you to Cal” and ofcorse I am not expecting the answer 'you' but for the first time when you gave that 'our' look in my eyes as if saying 'you', you smiled and said holiday.For the first time I didnt have any questions for you, unlike in London I showered you so many questions within 10 minutes after we met, that you were so taken a back. That time I went a little overboard went on to ask everything which I shouldn't have but that time we were kids, mean young and and I was a girl some what in Love with you wanting to know about whats going on in your life and is there a girl in your life. Our coffee arrived and we had our muffins seperately, gone those timings when we use to share taxis,muffins, beer and room.

When last time I met you in Delhi I was quiet, i had grown over the pain and accepted the way you are. This time you were different, you were quiet, you just kept staring me I dont know what you wanted to say and when I raised my eyebrows making an expression , you looked under the table. I was sitting with my legs wide open, i quickly bought my legs together, its you and I dont have to be formal, but thankfully you were looking at my heels and then you asked me “heels!”, how do you walk? I know what you meant, I never wore heels in Delhi except when I went out partying with you, I wanted to look taller and then also a reason for me to fall here and there or hold your hands. I replied saying This is Cal....

I finally asked you what are you doing here and you without hesitiation replied 'a girl' , now this came as a shock to me, i could feel my cheeks and ears turning red in jealousy and I knew even my face showed it. Even after years when I have nothing why am i feeling this jealeousy and at the same moment I had a sip from my coffee and when I bought the cup to my lips i could see my fingers on the cup and on that one finger that diamond ring. This ring bought me back and I thought how does it matter to me.