CAUTION!! WET FLOOR

I opened my eyes to find myself somewhere very luminous. What is this place? I questioned myself. This can’t be my place. Never, it’s so clean. It’s like they are using 1000 watt tubes.

“Cushions too, no damp walls, it seems like they have painted it recently. I should definitely take some pictures and show my landlord. This is where I want to live. Let me take out my phone.” I murmured inside my head and started searching for my phone.

“Hey strangers too..All in white. I guess its independence or republic day. Nice kurtis.”I continued talking to myself while looking around.” Wow! She’s really tall. Such long legs and that too on clouds.”

“Clouds? Oh my god. Where the hell am I?” I panicked by seeing the really tall girl walking on clouds.

“Son of Biscuit..What I am doing on clouds. And wearing white clothes.” I looked down and started falling towards ground.

Within few seconds my body hit some solid surface and I was unconscious again.

“Splash” I opened my eyes again. Wiped water thrown on my face. As I came back to senses I looked around. I was in a room again very luminous. I was sitting on a chair. I was confused. What was happening to me? First I opened my eyes somewhere very incandescent with people wearing white clothes walking on clouds. When I found myself walking I fell down and fell unconscious. Wait a second, I know this is. I have seen movies both holly and bolly. Only dead peoples wear white clothes and walk on clouds. What the fudge? I am dead.

BAAAAM!!

Someone opened the door in which I was. I stood up to see who’s there. Entered an old man, dressed in white.

I tried asking him all the questions I had. But before I opened my mouth.

“I know what you want to ask. What is this happening and where the hell are you? But a slight correction”, he spoke” not hell its heaven Son.”

“What?” my mouth was wide open.

“And indeed you are dead” he said winking.

“Don’t joke? How is this even possible?” I questioned him.

He smiled hearing my question.

“Ok. If I am dead then why I fell from clouds?” I asked again.

“Because that was the time.” He replied.

“What time?” I asked.

“Time to know that you were dead” he replied again.

“What the heck? Then why I fell unconscious. Dead people don’t fell unconscious.” I was not in mood to accept the fact that I was dead.

“You were queued. Let me explain. When you realized that you were walking on cloud that was the time for you to know that truth. And every day we have lot of customers to handle, I mean dead people. So you were waiting in a queue and a conscious soul with questions in mind often are very dangerous” he explained the whole thing.

“But how am I dead?” I asked again.

“That’s why you and I are in this room. It’s time for truth.” He said and put his hands on my forehead,” now try to remember. Think; go deep in your thoughts”

Slowly my eyes became heavy, I started going back in thoughts. From water splashed on face to getting back to clouds. Closing my eyes and finally Saturday evening.

It was Saturday. I had date with new girl who joined office few weeks ago. It all started when I was given responsibility to teach her all about the new project. After a month of training we became a lot friendly.  I started liking her and was getting tips from play boy of my office sunny.

We were best buddies. I shared everything with him. Earlier he was also interested in her but when he came to know that I like that girl. He stepped down. Finally under his guidance I asked her out and she said yes.

In afternoon I got call from her that she has some important work in office so it won’t be possible today. I was little upset. In twenty four years this was the first time I asked any girl and somehow it was screwed.

But again my holly and bolly experience helped me. In some movie I had seen a geeky guy who was in same situation arranged a date in office with the girl. And after that the girl said to that guy, you are so sweet. You made my day and kissed him.

I too decided to do the same. However it was against office policy but its Saturday and that too around eight in the evening. No one will find out. So I brought flowers, foods and wine. Took an auto and went straight to office.

While coming I was stuck in traffic, badly wanted to go washroom. I took all my stuffs and ran towards the washroom. In front of washroom was a caution sign

CAUTION!! Wet floor. Please use another washroom.

I saw but ignored because I didn’t wanted to be late. Anyways I had walking experience of 24 years on different surfaces be it cement, muddy or whatever. So I ignored and got in.

I was walking friskily and my foot slipped.

“Baaamm” I slipped so badly that I was dragged into one of the toilet room.

I was badly injured. my head was little dizzy and aching. I opened my eyes, to see someone inside the toilet room.

“Sorry sorry… actually the floor was slipper and I..” before I could complete I noticed actually there were two people inside. One girl and one boy.

“Crap” they were my mentor who guided me and my date. What are they doing inside? Probably making out. Yes they are.

I stood up and broadened my eyes to believe more that I was back stabbed two times. From my new date and my best buddy.

“Why?” I asked them in anger. I was getting out of control.

“Look dude” sunny started speaking. But I was furious. I grabbed the wine bottle to him.

“And Then” the white God agent asked me.

“I don’t remember. What happened next? How I died? Please tell me.” I asked him.

“That’s why I am here” he said smiling and started speaking.

When you took bottle to hit again you slipped because of wet floor. Hit your head on tap and the bottle too fell on your head. You had excessive bleeding because of head injury and you are here.

 I came out of the room thinking what I got to know inside. What if I wouldn’t have ignored the sign CAUTION!! WET FLOOR. I would have been at home seeing more holly and bolly. I would have been not hurted that my love and best buddy cheated on me. And above all I would have been alive.

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A tale of few hours

I got down from the train, looked at my watch it was still 3:10 AM that meant I have to wait two more hours for my train. I kept my luggage down and looked around stretching my arms. It was a small railway station with just two platforms. 

There was no sign of human being. Only empty trolleys of food were there. I picked up my bag and started to move towards the stairs hoping to find someone.

“Hey! Show me your ticket. Where are you going?” an old man came running towards me.

As he came closer I noticed his old torn blazer that he was wearing. He was a ticket checker. But as he was dressed it didn’t looked like he was. Big unshaved beard, bald head with some hairs here and there, an old blazer with stiches everywhere, covering him with an old dirty blanket.

“You thought you will run. we are very strict on this station. Come on show me your ticket” he shouted trying to scare me.

“I have ticket give me a minute.” I answer convincing him that i am carrying ticket and started unzipping my bag to get my ticket.

Within those two minutes he was staring at like some alien has arrived on his station.

“Here it is.” I said handing him my ticket.

“Hmm.. ok “ he looked my ticket holding upside down,” always carry, I am very strict.”

“You are holding wrong… just turn like this… yes this is correct.” I said helping him with ticket.

“I know, I know! Don’t teach me. Keep your ticket” he almost threw ticket towards me and walked away mumbling.

I picked up my ticket and started searching ticket counter. Finally found one little room on one side of station the only place there with some light. I went near the ticket window only to find a man with a big belly sleeping on the chair.

“Thak-Thak!!” I knocked on the glass pane.

He woke up a little, saw me standing there and waved his hand to go away. I was little surprised. Why he waved me off? He should be happy. Seeing this place it looked like I am the first one to buy ticket in thousand years.

“Thak-Thak!!” I knocked again. He woke up this time, slid his chair near the window.

“We don’t sell ticket here, take ticket from the TT if you find him on the train.” Said in an irritated voice.

Before I could say anything he switched off the only light on that place and went back to sleep.

“Bloody hell”, seeing no way I turned back to get some information about my train from that old TT.

As I was moving back I had an urge to smoke. I moved out of the so called railway station. Lit one cigarette and puffed out the smoke slowly. I saw some dry leafs and twigs there put them on fire and started warming myself.

I was busy enjoying my cigarette and fire.

“Splashhh!!” someone threw a bucket full of water on the bonfire I made. I tried looking around in the darkness for that someone.

“What are you doing here” a girl in early twenties appeared from one corner.

“It’s so cold here. I am just getting some heat. What your problem? ” I asked her in anger.

“I will tell you but if you want safely reach your place follow me.” She held my hand and pulled in the direction from where she appeared.

Unaware of the fact what was going? I just followed her. She took me inside a hut behind the railway yard. It looked like her home.

“What’s happening?” I was eager to know.

“Would you like some tea? But I will charge for it.” She replied smiling.

“yes.. sure. Just me a cup but please tell me first.” I said confused.

She sat down near stove and started making tea without listening me, at least I thought so. In few minutes she came back with a glass of tea. She offered me, I took that, had one sip.

“Now please end the suspense. Tell me.” I again asked her.

“Well as you know this area is full of naxalites and we are given strict instructions by them not to put on any kind of light or fire. Any kind of fire or light works as signal for them.” She told.

“Shit!!” my hands became cold,” will they come here to check.”

“Hope that they don’t come and if they come also I will say my father lit the fire. He’s always drunk. I will handle” she said holding my hands.

Her warm hands on mine relaxed me a little. She took her chunni to wipe sweat on my forehead.

“Don’t worry I will take care of everything. Relax I am there” she said placing her hands on my cheek.

“Thank you so much.” I said looking in her eyes placing my hands over her.

We kept looking at each other, suddenly everything changed. The ambience became musical. We have known each other for less than an hour or so but our eyes met like we know each other since thousand years. 

I held her hand in mine and kissed looking at her. She dropped her eyelashes in shyness. I held her another hand and kissed again. I moved little closer to her, slowly moved my hands on her cheeks and clipped her hairs back. She also kissed my hands closing her eyes.

I placed my both hands on her face, moved more closely. Tilted her face a little and placed my lips on hers

.

“Thak-Thak!!” some knocked on the door. She hurriedly moved back.

“May be Baba, came back” she said without looking at me.

I was no more scared, I have lived my life in few moments. I stood and followed her.

“You mister, hide, naxalites may also be outside.” She said to me turning back.

“No I am not scared of Naxalites anymore, I am no harm to them. Just tell them I am your relative.” I said in confident voice.

“They know each of us in this village very well. They will kill you.” She replied.

“But “,I tried speaking

“No but, I never knew what love is but these few minutes with you made me feel. Please for me.” She interrupted me putting her finger on my lips.

“Ok. Where I have to hide?” I kissed her finger and said.

“Come.. this side..in bathroom” she held my hand and took me behind her hut from other door.

Now I was standing in her bathroom waiting eagerly listening what was going inside. She opened the door.

“Why was their light?” someone shouted on her. It wasn’t her father for sure. They were naxalites.

“May be BABA did, you know he always drink. I will make him understand. Please forgive us this time” she pleaded.

“Don’t worry. We are not here for light, we want you.” The same person said this time laughing.

“What?” she questioned them. I was unable to understand what they were talking about but I think she knew. She sounded scared.

“Today is comrades birthday, you are his birthday gift.” He said again laughing.

Next what I could here was her scream. They were taking her with them. I tried moving but my body was freezed.  Thoughts started occupying my mind. If I go I may be killed. I have my whole life. My parents are waiting for me, hoping their son will arrive in few hours.

Next thing in my mind flashed the hour I spent with her. The way she held my hand, took me to her hut. The way she made me relaxed, The way she touched my cheeks, The way I kissed her hand, The way we caressed, The way I put my lips on her lips.

That’s it! I rushed inside the hut, they were dragging heraway. I jumped towards her, kicked the guys who was dragging her, held her hand and got her up. She hugged me while crying. I wiped her tears and kissed on her forehead.

“Noooo” she shouted looking towards door. I also turned to see why she shouted.

“Thaakk!!” they hit on my forehead with the gun butt. My eyes closed.

I opened my eyes, saw everything white around. I tried turning to see if she is on the adjacent bed but it was empty. I saw my mother their crying. I wanted to hug her and cry. Tell her that because of me a girl was violated, I tried saving her but failed. I am sorry.

“Maa” I got up, tried hugging her but I fell down. I just passed her  why I was not able to hug.

“Maa” I again called my mother almost crying but she was not listening. I again tried touching her but my hands again passed her. She was looking at the bed where I was lying closing my eyes. I was dead.

Someone touched my shoulders from behind, I looked back. The same girl was there smiling.

GLASS WALL

It had been almost a year since I moved to this new city away from family and friends. Every day used to be pretty much the same, spending half of my day watching computer screen and an empty seat beside me on other side of glass wall which used to separate my workplace in different block.

The seat opposite to me was empty, like the year went for me. I was so indulged in my work I didn’t make any friends at my workplace and now I only had that stupid empty chair to talk with.

My work place was filled up with all sincere people, no one used to whisper also. There was pin drop silence, so while talking to my friend chair, whom I used to address as Mr. C, I had to use my sketch pen. I was writing him messages on the Glass wall.

Mr. C and I had my things in common or say he always agreed on my opinion. We used to discuss cricket, politics and off course girls. My friendship with Mr. C was going good.

Diwali was coming in sometime, the block were Mr. C was placed was getting painted. Few paint drops fell on Mr. C. so before leaving office I wrote a message,

Looking Handsome Mr. C, you surely are an eye candy :D :P

And left for the weekend.

I came back on Monday with the feeling of ohh! Fuck its Monday again, only to get surprised. In so many days Mr. C had replied for the first time. And my message was little tampered too.

Looking Beautiful Miss. C, you surely are an eye candy :D :P and below that

Thank you. J

I know a stupid chair won’t answer, who’s She?  Many possibilities started crawling in my mind.

It may be a girl or someone is just playing with me.. OMG!! It may be some ghost also.

I quickly searched for an image of Lord HANUMAN, took a color printout and pinned the same to my desk. But still I wanted to know who the girl was. So I wrote a message to that mystery girl.

Are you seriously a girl or someone playing some stupid prank? Or Ghost because I can see the reply but no one on this chair.

I was eagerly waiting for someone to show up but no one came.

Next morning went I came in, as expected I had a reply.

Hahaha… I am surely a girl.. I just checked myself in mirror this morning ;)

Well my timing is different than yours that’s why you can’t see anyone there.

oh wow!A girl. It seems like it’s over between Mr.C and me. By the way Mr. C means the chair on which you are sitting. I replied back,

Next day she replied,

What? You were talking to the chair. You seriously need someone.

“For the time being it’s you.” I replied the next day.

“Trying to flirt Mr”. she commented back.

“How can I flirt with you on a glass wall? Just need someone to talk. It seems you also don’t have anyone to talk with”.I wrote back to her.

There was no reply from her side for past two days; I was getting restless thinking why she didn’t reply?  I finally had someone to talk with now that person is also gone.

Third day when I came to office I saw a message for me on the glass wall,

Sorry! I was sick.  But how can you say that I am alone. You don’t know me.

“If you were not alone then we would be not having this conversation till now. You also want someone to talk with.” I quickly went upto the wall and replied her.

Next day she replied with just a smile  J.

We stated talking a lot on our wall, though it was totally insane and crazy but I liked talking to her.

Soon days turned into week, week into months but still I didn’t knew her name. I never asked was she married or single? Was she Hindu or Muslim? Or can we ever meet? May be I was scared of my past which brought me many pains on knowing the truth or maybe I was not so gutsy.One thing for sure I was interested in her.

But that doesn’t mean I didn’t know her. I was aware of her likes and dislikes which was somewhat similar to mine. We were good friends though we met on a wall rather a glass wall.

“What are your favorite places except Glass Wall? “One day she asked.

“Wow!! What this?” I said to myself on reading her message.

Like earthworm crawls out in rainy season thought stated crawling in my mind.

Wow!! She’s only asking me out. Maybe she’s attracted to me. When a female asks you something your mind gets over every law what Newton or Einstein made. You just think, think what you want to think. That same thing was happening to me.

“yes !! I have.. Perk point.. But why??” I replied behaving like I didn’t understand.

But I had to wait for a day to know what she replied, I waited full in anxiety and excitement. Next day I woke up early, took bath even offered prayers. I wanted the coin to toss as per my wish on any condition.  I did whatever I could. Toady cow was for me “Gaau mata” not an animal, I gave her some chapattis also.

I rushed to office before time, I didn’t even waited for my bus just to she her reply, reply which could turn my life.  And it surely did.

“Hey I want you to meet my fiancé. He doesn’t believe my glass wall friend is real.” She replied back.

I sat on my chair laughing, hitting my head with my hand.

“What a dust bag I am? I am so idiot” I said keeping my emotions inside my head hitting my desk with my fist. I cleared my face with my hand.

“It’s over though it never began” I said to myself seeing her message once again. I stretched my wet hand to rub her message on glass wall.

“something’s are better to be virtual than real”  I replied her back and left.

I resumed my office after a week. Within this span I mailed Admin team to allocate me a new seat.

I went up to my old seat to collect my belongings; tried looking at glass wall but my view was hazy. I turned around, cleared my face. Collected my stuffs and moved to my new seat. As I saw it, a smile came on my face.

It was beside another GLASS WALL. 

Seven Nights 4

Night 6:

It’s so hard to even take a breath when your fate with someone you love more than anything depends on one answer and it’s even harder when the same person has to answer. Sometimes you think it’s going to be yes but just another moment you think what If she says NO.

Your mind and thoughts oscillate like a pendulum, same thing was happening to me. It was so hard to think, my mind was fully occupied with all may be questions. I was getting restless, with every clock tick. Finally the sun came down to decide my fate with Shruti.

I went to spice garden, sat on a chair near bar. I looked around, the place was less crowded.

“Sir, what would you like to have” the bar tender asked me.

“Beer” I said searching Shruti.

“Shruti madam is not here” he said passing me a beer bottle.

“How do you know I am looking for Shruti?” I was curious.

“We know everything about each other.” he replied carelessly cleaning glass.

“So at what time generally she comes?” I asked him.

“She would be coming in an hour, abhi tho raat baaki ha” he said smiling.

I had one hour to kill before Shruti comes, I grabbed my beer and started looking around. There were few people; I was looking at them casually. When I saw a familiar face, he must be around 50-52 in age. I started thinking hard where I have seen him. I was looking at him constantly. He saw me and I think he also felt the same. He took his drink and walked up to my seat me.

“I think I know you” he said,” Ravi’s son right” he said pointing his fingers towards me.

“Yes but you” I asked him.

“beta Verma uncle, I was working with your dad, remember.” He said.

“Oh yes, how are you uncle?” I said recognizing him.

“So it seems you have grown up, beer.” He said looking at me with a smile patting my back.

“No it’s just, sometimes. Please don’t tell dad.” I was little embarrassed.

“No. no it’s fine, you are grown up now. Come join me.” He said inviting me to his table.

I took my beer and moved to his table. He told he was here to see her daughter and son-in-law; they went out today so he sneaked in for some drink. He started telling stories when I was young, I was busy listing him when I got a message. I checked it was from Shruti. I almost forgot I came for her.

“Looks you got better company than me, come up to stage I want to talk.” She messaged me.

“It’s my dad’s friend, he already caught me drinking so let him go, I’ll come.” I replied her back.

“So what?” She asked me.

“I can’t, it’s just this is not a good place and you dancing.... leave it, I’ll explain you after he goes” I messaged her.

 I was scared, what will he think if he see me dating a bar girl, what will happen if he tells my parents.

“Go to hell, you coward” she replied me back.

I looked at her, she moved from her seat.

“Sorry” I messaged her apologizing.

But she didn’t replied, soon the crowd started coming in. uncle also left, he asked me to come but I said I am waiting for a friend. Now I was there alone waiting for Shruti’s reply.

Almost two hours passed, I was waiting for her but she was not even looking towards me. I realized how cowardly I behaved. I didn’t want to waste any more time, I went up to her. As she saw me coming she went to dance floor and started dancing. I stood there watching her dancing.

Crowd started cheering as Shruti came to dance, she seemed quite famous. Drunken guys started throwing money on her, I was getting freaked out.

 “Shruti meri jaan” a drunken man shouted.

“F#@#” I said,” how can anyone address her so cheaply. I love her; I can’t let her be here.”

I decide this is it I can't let her dance anymore in such a place. I went up the stage to get her down, but before I could tell her or do anything, the same drunk guy came held her hand and started dancing. She tried to get free from his hold but again he grabbed her by her waist, I could not see that anymore. I went and slapped that guy and got Shruti free.

“Chaataaakk” the whole place went silent, music stopped and everyone was looking at me. The drunk guy fell on the floor, Shruti saw me for a moment. She held my hand and took me outside.

“What the hell you were doing” she shouted.

“That guy was misbehaving with you. I stopped him” I replied to her in same tone.

“And why?” she question me.

“You don’t know why?” I questioned her back.

“Yes I know but I want to hear from you” she said.

“Ok, I stopped him because I love you, I can’t see you anymore in this creepy place.” I answered.

“So you love me, and what was that when your uncle was there” she questioned me again.

 I was silent.

“I know what was that, you were ashamed of me” as she said tears started rolling from her eyes.

“I was scared then but I am not anymore, I will take you out of this and we can live happily”, I moved closer, held her face and said.

We hugged each other for some time.

“We can’t be together” Shruti said getting away from me.

“Why?” I asked her.

“Listen I came today to say you yes, that I love you. But what just happened today made me realize that it will happen again. You got scared today, what is the guarantee you won’t be again.” She said.

“No, It won’t happen” I said crying.

“Please don’t be like that, it’s better to end our friendship today than to make our life hell” she said caressing my cheek.

“I would have also not agreed if I would have been at your parents place.” She again said,” I love you, I can’t she you being ashamed whole life.”

“No” I said again crying.

“Please, if you love me then forget, we can’t be together. I am moving back to my parents. We won’t meet again.” She said and started walking away.

I watching her again going away from me, but this time we were going far from each other. She looked back seeing me standing there helplessly. She rushed towards me kissed my lips and said BYE.

Night 7:

I came out of my room, as I walked down the gallery I could see colorful lights covering the adjacent building, lights blinking making different shapes. The reflection was falling on my face as it used to fell in spice garden.

This very same day a year ago Shruti moved to her hometown leaving me heartbroken. I still remember our last kiss, her last touch. I closed my eyes thinking of her. The surrounding went silent for that moment; it could visualize Shruti and me kissing. I touched my lips, felt like Shruti was there standing right beside me kissing. I opened my eyes again to see lights blinking.

She went away from my life but still some traces of her were left in my heart. Sometimes I miss her a lot. But time taught me we were never meant for each other. Yes I loved her but there were many others life related to me which could have been affected. She was right I would have got scared again. Now I remember her in a good way, I think I moved on.

“Hey come on get ready quickly, it’s my wedding tonight.” Tushar shouted.

“I am ready; it’s you who’s not?” I replied him.

“Shit, it’s my wedding and I am roaming in vest.” Tushar looked at himself and said.

“Its fine, be cool. It’s your big day.” I said to him patting his shoulders.

“Why I am freaking out? I am getting married to Garima only.” He said wiping sweat from his forehead.

“It happens. Come on first lets have your bachelor party drink.” I put my hand around his neck and pulled him.

After having a couple of drinks Tushar was little stable. He got dressed, and the big moment arrived.

The ambience was festive, shehnai being played, the priest sitting there chanting the mantras and the bride and bridegroom sitting on mandap getting blessed. Soon they got up to take phere, everyone staring throwing flower petals on them.

I was feeling very happy; two of my best friends were getting married. I stood there on one side of mandap throwing flowers on both of them but as the avalanche of flower came down a little, as I could see a familiar face on opposite side of mandap. It was Shruti, what is she doing here?  I rushed towards her, but Tushar looked towards me raising his eyebrows and shoulders like asking where you are going? I nodded my heading saying nothing and stood there.

I was eagerly waiting for the pheres to end so that I could talk to Shruti what’s she doing here a, why she came back? I was totally confused.

Finally the marriage got over, everyone moved to the reception area. My eyes were searching for Shruti. I looked for her everywhere, finally I found her in a corner standing with some ladies. She saw me coming towards her, so moved a little away from other ladies.

“Hi” she said

“What you doing here?” I was not able to control myself,” you left a year ago saying you won’t see me again then why you came back and that also on the same day when you broke up.”

“Listen” she tried to talk,

“No you listen, I was just getting over you and I am talking stupid because I think I still love you” I surrendered myself.

Feelings which were creeping inside me from a year erupted.

“Any problem Shruti” before Shruti could speak, a good looking guy came put his hands on her shoulders and said.

“No Rahul, just an old friend.”Shruti smiled and said

“Hi, Rahul. Shruti’s better half.” Rahul said.

“What?” I was shocked, was he the same rahul who left her.

“Hi.. Shruti’s friend” I looked into shruti’s eyes while replying to rahul.

I could see pain and guilt in her eyes. There were many questions like when? How? Why? Creeping inside me but sometimes it’s better to not have answers. I would have never given her a life what she can get from rahul, so it’s better to move on and be happy for her

.

“I also want to meet you someone” I said to Shruti and started looking for someone.

“Priyanka.. priyanka..” I shouted on seeing who I was looking for.

“Shruti meet priyanka , most important person in my life.” I said.

“Aww.. so sweet” priyanka hugged me.

They both greeted each other. I could clearly see expressions on Shruti face like she lost something forever. Maybe she understood it’s over from my side also.

“Happy for you” Shruti said to me with smile unable to hide her pain.

“See you.. enjoy yourself.” I said waiving my hand to rahul and went near Shruti.

“Nice to have you in my life. BYE” I said in her ears while hugging.

I held priyanka’s hand and walked out from that place. I wanted to turn back and see her again but didn’t, I just walked away.

“Bahiya who was she?” priyanka asked me.

“Just a friend, she wanted to see you.” I said smiling.

Memories are best framed in moonlight. Some are good and some are bad. Some you make and some just happen.