When she is thinking about him....

This morning she woke up with gorgeous smile on her face. She looked at her phone hoping for a text from him but there wasn't any. Yet the smile stays, she gets up to primp for the day. Her face has a magical glow, she was in love. He didn't knew anything about how she felt. But being in love was the best feeling in this world for her. She feels funny changing 1000 different outfits and thinks why am i being so picky,its not like I am out to meet him. She is finally dolled up and she steps out. She is always admired and adored by her dear ones, yet she feels neglected. She only felt beautiful if he said she was looking good. She would get butterflies in her tummy whenever he complimented her.

In the midst of zillion things to do in a day, one thing is always stuck to her mind. Wondering how his day is going. When she eats she wonders if he has eaten yet. Maybe i should call him up once, she thinks over about 10 times, even dials a couple of times but she couldn't call him. She didn't want to disturb him as she really cared about his work. She gets distracted by her own commitments for the day and forgets about him. She gets done for the day and wonders if she should call him just for a couple of mins to say hi, yet again she couldn't.

The evening merrily passes away with her friends or family where he is still there at the back of her mind. As the day comes to an end she starts missing him, she wants to talk to him, she doesn't wanna seem clingy so rather waits for him to call her. And he does. The cell phone never was so dear as his name flashed on her screen. She calms down and waits for a couple of mins. She picks up to say hi in the most nonchalant way she could. Her day is now complete, she got what she was waiting for, and that was all she wanted. She smiles and blushes on the most frivolous things he says, yet it is special for her. She wants the time to stop where she could hear him forever. He wants to hang up, it breaks her heart a little yet she says goodbye with a smile. She wanted to say she love him but she couldn't. A tiny teardrop rolls down her cheek as she goes to sleep hoping she can muster up the courage some day. That is how her day goes when she is thinking about him...........

Auto ride in Pune

The beautiful and clean Pune had one of the breeziest days today. Rains drizzling generously, chilly winds, the perfect weather for a bike ride. Obviously I wasn’t fated for it as bikes and scooters were a taboo in my family(its true). I approach an auto driver and there he starts, quoting fares which will make u want to knock the daylights of him. His mouth full of bright scarlet red gutkha, yelling at me (Pune auto guys actually do that L), I was expecting for a sararara maari pichkaari any moment. He raises his voice and declares his supremacy by saying ke miadam petrol eighty phive rupees haai na and haavey pe kuthe seat bhetel(which means petrol is 85rs/litre and highway pe kaha seat milega). And I yell kab se ha ???? kab se???? aaj ke paper mein tumne dekha kya 85 rs/litre???? Forgetting that nothing could ever make sense to this chap. So I settle for na tumhara na mera price which is actually 20% more than what you are actually supposed to pay. So he is happy, giving a mental high five to fellow auto drivers who btw contributed well to the petrol price debate. 5 mins later he keeps asking me to direct him, saying miadam ikde tropphic aahe na , I felt like saying, toh main chalau kya re baba???? And to add to my woes he kept spitting out every 5 mins, (probably he had a refill thing inside :-/ )The breeze directed the gutkha bomb every where and I kept dodging it like I was playing paintball. He reaches me on time to the station, I pay him and he says thiank you miadam as I see my crisp & fresh from the ATM 100 rs note being tucked away with the packets of gutkha bomb. And I stand there realizing I could have taken the bus instead, much cheaper, convenient and clean mode of transport.