HUM PHIR MILE HI KYUN ??

                                               

Sitting down the stairs, I was teaching the basics of Acting to my new students. Everyone was listening to every single word that came out of my mouth as if they were ‘Brahmastra‘ to them. 

‘May I come in ? Gaurav, my assistant, was at the door. I asked ‘Aao aao, kya huaa?’.   He said ‘sir, ek ladki ka phone aaya tha’.  Students being more excited than me, one started with “Oho” .Rest of the students made it  'ohoooooo.'

                                                        I mildly scolded them saying ‘arey chup raho yaar’. I told Gaurav, ‘okay you may go, I’ll talk to her later’. ‘It was urgent sir, she was asking again and again to talk to you’. Students had their same ‘ohhooo’. This is the very first class of these students yaar, I can’t go. Students shouted in unity ‘arey jao sir, we will manage. Gaurav went but  returned back to me after few moments and said 'one more thing,sir, she also said if you can’t talk now, she will be waiting for you at Central railway station at 11 in the night.

Whattt!!!! Central?? Kya?  1 sec… kya??? Naam kya bataya usne? Sirrr, Smita, I think …may be….    I can’t express how my whole body started shievering and throbbing. I had to hold Gaurav’s hand to get myself out of the room. This time, I couldn’t hear their ‘ohhoo’ properly.

Sitting on the chair, I told him to give a basic lecture to the student so that they might not feel bad. Now, all the earlier images and conversation started increasing my blood circulation rate.

Devsmita, a girl who used to be the chief guest in those sweet dreams of my busy sleeping schedule. She was one of the few girls who wasn’t the part of my lusty vision. At times, I used to feel like “agar chhoo doonga to pighal  jaayegi”.

                    Saw her first time at the same ‘central railway station of chennai’, which Gaurav was talking about.  One night of 31^st December, 3 hours of lukka chhupi interaction through eyes and just a few exchange of words, made me her ' I don't know what '.

                    So called God knows how much time I spent to find information about her and yes social media made my efforts look too easy but my excitement to meet her was not that easy for my provoked heart to hold me calm.

     Somehow, I got to meet her after emphasizing her so much by saying " I am just a human being yaar. After few failed attempts to meet her, we managed to meet at a small restaurant.                     

                                                                                              Me being Bihari boy, was so nervous that I was sweating in air-condition also. Somehow, She started questioning, " how can you fell in love with a stranger in just a few hours, that too, at the railway station" and some more blah blah.                                  Yahi to pyaar hota hai…… I should have said that but I couldn’t say. How could I explain her that the Chennai central had become that holy place where scientific god gives blessing to atheists like me.

 After 10-15 minutes, she was the one who gave conclusion to the conversation and I quote ‘ good luck, go.. get a life yaar ’.

                    I was not feeling that much low after that. It was just 4 hours sitting on the same fucking chair with myself holding my cowardice balls because i also think that i couldn't express my feelings that day.

       Coming back to the normal life within a month life was likely to be, on the track. But her ‘go get a life’ was hurting as well as exciting me daily.

         Me being good at dramatics done the arrangement to open a small hindi drama centre in Chennai with financial and moral support of my friends.

                 It’s been about an year and I got totally dissolved in teaching the kids how to express themselves firmly in front of others so that next time, no one can hear the same words ‘go.. get a life’.

       Now, it is already 9 in the night so it is better to head back to railway station as I can not miss a single moment of her waiting for me, unlike her.

Getting into the car, I saw Gaurav's message on my phone. It was... ‘sir, platform ticket mat lena, unhone bola tha ki, she will buy it’. My smile said 'okay' to that message.........

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