Seated on my bag, I started to survey the station. Coolies, passengers, hawkers…. All seemed so busy with themselves as if no one had any time to waste looking at some other people. What others were doing was of no business to them. In fact, at the moment, I seemed the only person in the station who had nowhere to go and nothing to do. Crap!
I was beginning to feel ashamed of myself, when I suddenly remembered the call which I had disconnected in the hurry.
“Let me call him now,” I thought. At least I’ve got something to do now. I felt proud of myself!
I took out my phone, and went to the ‘call log’.
It showed ‘Bhaiyya’ on the first place. I was about to press the green button, when I suddenly paused at the second name.
‘Dhara’
“Here you are my speed breaker. My destination”, I whispered.
I went to the second name and pressed the green button. It rang…for several seconds.
“HELLO!”
I was already breathing heavily due to the recent rush at the station. The familiar voice that came from the other end now added to my breathing faster.
“Hello”, I panted. ” I’ve reached New Delhi. I am at platform number 16, and now…. I have sat down on the platform itself.”
Saying so, I was about to let out a laugh, when suddenly I was cut by an angry voice.
“SHUT UP! IT’S ALL BECAUSE OF YOU THAT I GOT UP LATE TODAY. I MISSED MY POE CLASS. I’M NEVER EVER GONNA COME TO MEET YOU. BYE.”
I couldn’t even figure out what was going on. The next moment, the call disconnected and all I could hear was an engaged tone.
“What the hell has happened to her?” I brought the phone from my ear to take a look at the screen. Only 00:20 minutes!
Record by my speed breaker! The shortest time she was EVER on phone.
I smiled to myself, as I waited for her to call-back.
P.S.She calls me back when she cools down after disconnecting the call in fury. And she has never changed…
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