142 part 3

Event: LR’s niece birthday.

After smoke session we all hop back in, with little fake smile. What more I can say? Nobody was enjoying but smile is must. And there she was again. I think smoke took its toll, she was wearing one piece red and black. Are my eyes deceiving me? Is she really there? Well she was there. Later we come to know she is friend of LR’s some cousin. I couldn’t yell at LR for not knowing his cousin know her. He and his family relation are like desert and rain dance. Well we all follow that. LR helps me out, he calls his cousin and ask for intro. I am in front of her and first time we are not strangers! Doc helps me further, doc get mixed with her pack. I never seen doc so much social before, in fact I never know doc has social cells too.

It’s after 2 hours, we had a large chunk of cake and food. Doc pulls me at the corner and tells me, she lives at other side of town from in which we’re right now. She lives in hostel and no entry is allowed after 23:00. I look at my time ticker, its 30-35 min’s left. Doc has convinced her she will on time and that’s how she managed to hold her back from leaving early. Doc even tells me I am the one who is going to drop her. I love doc for that, I am no hugger but I do hug doc, no matter the crowd no matter where we were I hug her tight. I am next to her yet I am her ride home but I can see she looks more beautiful from closer than far. I ask her we better hurry else we’ll be late. She manages to say ok, let’s go, oh boi she sound saccharine. We are heading out, enggie, doc are grinning, just we are about to exit I spot LR approaching us. He tosses me keys I catch them, I have my own ride I was about to start thinking why he did that but its late he is next to us. We are leaving outside, many questions and I can’t ask him anything. We are next to brand new shinny pulsar 220, red, no number issued yet, no plastic coating. I auto start bike and she hops on. One sided and stretches one hand on my shoulder for support.

I am on last gear, speed is 20-30KM/hour. I am trying to see her from mirror, bike is trembling badly vibrating, engine noise is monstrous, passing vehicle are gazing us I dint realize why but later I knew why. She is nervous I can make out from her face, we’re not talking I don’t have any topic to start with. Suddenly she comes near my ear and tells me, “Can we go little faster please?” I am back to earth I hear the bike engine noise, vibration all at one time I also realize how dumb I have been. I speed up within minute we are doing 108KPH. Its cold I can see she has turned pink, I also look at my watch its 7-8mins left and we have to go too far yet. I am not an action hero that will remove pull over on 108 and pass her back, I stop bike at corner she jumps down, I remove my pull over and offer her. No words exchanged but she looks amazed. Soon down on road I can feel the cold breeze, a wave after wave. Thanks to time no time cutters no signals at all. Its 11:03 and we’re next to her hostel. She jumps down, remove my pull over and returns me back. First word since long she says, “Thank you” I reply no problem. She smiles and say you can drive a bike I don’t know what to say I smile and dumbly say was it question or compliment? Even before I finished my sentence she shouts of course a compliment when we left I never thought we will make it in time, and also you have very good friends. I couldn’t understand I am dazzled with her charms, mesmerized I was, lost. May be not to sound dumb I tell her well they are thank you. We chat for more 2-3mins then she tells me she have to move back in, back on earth I am but manage to say good night. She comes close to me kiss me on chick, bid me night and leaves smiling. Just before disappearing completely she looks back I am wearing my pull over. Our eyes met she smiles, and from that very distance I can make out the pure innocence in her eyes and smile. I completely back to reality, I realize what was different about her, why I followed her every time. Why I felt so attracted toward her like moth and light. I realize I am alone in here I have to rush back, she is weaving me bye I don’t reply her back. I kick start bike and leave..

THE END.

love, 

This Person Does Not Exist™

happy = bored = lonely = friends...

Here I was doc, enggie, LR already at our booth. I was still mad at doc though I smile and say hi. I take my seat I realize I was mad at all of them. They didn’t let me go after her that day before week or so. I tell them I’ve to scoot early, after initial protest we all agree to leave together in about half an hour. Like usual we talk about stuff, things which made no sense to so called sane world but us. Suddenly my phone cry, just another forwarded txt it is and then I realize it’s been over two hours I was there!! Its funny how time fly by with three of them. I strike topic of leaving, again same protest and we leave.


I don’t know why I always feel so different sometimes, I look at my watch and I wish I could fly from here, vanish somewhere. We are at LR’s niece birthday. a family function it is.  I make an excuse to come out for smoke doc n enggie joins me, they are pissed and bored but we all can’t bail. LR comes running, yells kill me!! Son of **##@#!! I pass him smoke. He continues it’s more boring than doordarshan. I wish if time will pass little fast!! It’s funny I am with all three and its boring. In spite it was boring but something good happen that night, but it’s not topic for right now.

I am at my apartment I am just up, my clock tells me its 2 in the afternoon. I check my phone no missed calls. No sms oh well except from my network operator. It’s been more than 2 months I haven’t seen any one of them or even heard if that matters. I do not go out anymore I’ve not touched drinks since long. Do I miss them? Well they are pain in arse but I think I do. But when you are through you are through nothing more you can do. Am I sad? I don’t know about it but sure I am not inspired, I lost my inspiration long time back, I think. Sometimes it doesn’t make sense. I am alone I know I am not sad but lonely. But when you choose you make decisions. Some of them, well you have to live with it. What more I can say? Paranoid being you clings to things, persons or situations. Afraid of letting them go. Gotta move on soldier you gotta run when you choose, you choose and you don’t look back. You never look back. It’s amusing I am without them and I am all I am. Nothing more or less. Nor sad or happy. ..

love,

This Person Does Not Exist™