Hum sadak ke is paar the aur who sadak ki us par thi.
Hum sadak ke is paar the aur who sadak ki us par thi.
The coffee looked strangely like tea and the people in the
coffee shop, strangely, all seemed sugary. That bright smile, that overdone
bubbliness. I cringed at the various forms of dripping praise that was being
showered around at couples holding hands and platitudes of love and hope. I
sipped my coffee and it was, indeed, tea. ‘WAITER!!!!’
I think I
unintentionally disturbed the cuteness around me. And thank god for that but
everyone just shot me a look and I’m sure all the men went, ‘what a jerk, can’t
he behave himself?’ And the girls gave them understanding looks filled with
this great discovery of dignity in their Prince Charming. Before I threw up in
one of their cups, the waiter returned with what was just a whiff of coffee and
a lot of milk. I cursed the coffee shop and the fact that as a native of Coorg,
the land of coffee, I was being treated to this absurdity they insisted on
calling coffee. And then she smiled..
Hum kuch aage badhe aur who kuch aage badhi
Hum kuch aur age badhe aur who kuch aura aage badhi..
She had been observing me for sometime or that’s what my
masculine gut insisted on impressing upon me. She looked back into her book
which I tried hard to squint and see which one it was. It couldn’t have been ‘chick
flick’ inspired literature. It better not be that shallow! I kept shooting her
the most unsubtle of glances until she turned the cover of the book a bit to
reveal a Tom Clancy!! Tom Clancy, the special ops expert who wrote about elite
soldiers being dropped in the middle of nowhere, wiping out the enemy with
silencers and automatics and flying back to base in a rundown transporter plane
in the guise of Cambodian immigrants with only their army bayonet sticking out
of their pant pockets. This chick liked ‘dick flicks’ and all of a sudden I was
attracted.
She shot me a glance and I lost it and began my round of
Mastermind India. (Read this as one fluid thought)
Was she attracted to me? Wait, is she really looking at me.
Quickly turn around and check. Ha there is no one around. Maybe she digs the
whole ‘all alone with my book and thoughts’ thing. I should have worn my kurta. Start looking
aloof, stop staring. But she is so cute. No she is hot. She is both. Damn!! She
is both. The kind I can take home to Mom and take home to you know..AArghh don’t
be like other men. This one has real verve. Man I just want to talk to her.
Like know why she is reading Clancy. How does a girl so unbelievably beautiful
and delicate and with those legs and look at her feet. Do I have a feet fetish?
That is just weird. Anyhow but how does she read such stuff with such relish.
She is like that girl I have always wanted but man she might be complicated.
But aren’t they all? But if she likes to sit alone in a coffee shop with a book
then she sure likes to talk and spend lazy Sunday afternoons and isn’t the
compulsive joy seeker. Ah perfection awaits you, lo and behold the one you have
always been looking for. Should I just speak to her? I have never done this
before but there is always a first time, right? Plus I do look the polished and
dignified kind. Atleast I look it. Wait I am it. Past girlfriends have
ratified. So she won’t take me as a jerk. Even if she does how can you not give
it a shot? Act aloof she is looking at you!!! Look down now, coffee coffee,
drink, drink. Aarggh this is horrible. ‘WAITER!!!’ Shit shit that was loud, she
is looking at you. Please god I want to disappear. Now now.
We looked at each other and she smiled. I froze and melted at
the same time. The waiter walked towards me with a look very similar to what
most terrorists may have before they blow themselves up and took the coffee
away before conveniently dropping some on my book. I stared at him and then
returned my gaze on her. She was already packing up to leave. She tied her hair
in three graceful moves, picked her bag up with those lovely fingers of hers,
swished her ethnic Fabindia-esque skirt and walked out. I stood up and was
stuck mid motion as I saw her cross the road and walk away into the crowd with
her cute ponytail in view until the crowds took her away..
Hum sadak ke iss paar the aur woh sadak ki uss par thi.
Hum sadak ke iss paar the aur woh sadak ki uss par thi.
Hum kuch aage badhe aur woh kuch aage badhi
Hum kuch aur age badhe aur woh kuch aura aage badhi..
Kuch samay baad hum sadak ke us paar the aur woh sadak ki is paar thi...
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